Born around 1772 in Ross-Cromarty, Scotland.
Married John Hall.
Born around 1772 in Ross-Cromarty, Scotland.
Married John Hall.
Sometimes also referred to as Alta Warren before her marriage.
Born 21 February, 1906, to Edward Kirby Fuller, Jr. and Alta Rich, in Chelsea, MA.
She had two older brothers.
At some point after 1910, her mother left Mr. Fuller, and took Alta with her, leaving the boys with their father. Alta’s mother later took up with a man named Warren, and so Alta Fuller went by Alta Warren sometimes to avoid scandal.
Alta attended Hartford Hospital School of Nursing and became a registered nurse in 1928. She married Louis Gregory Munro in 1928, a month before finishing her nursing certification, and so they had to keep it a secret. They settled in New Haven, CT.
After the war, which you can read about on L. Gregory’s page, Alta went to King’s County Hospital in Brooklyn in 1946 to help during a polio epidemic.
Around 1950, she started working at Yale Psychiatric Institute, and eventually became head nurse, from which she retired after 20 years.
Alta then worked as a private nurse and companion for Mrs. Julia Kingsbury (born 1896) in Hamden, CT, until Mrs. Kingsbury passed away in 1989. Alta didn’t live with her, but she did occasionally stay over, once she went on a cruise with Mrs. Kingsbury.
Alta organised many of the Bethany Senior Center’s vacations and cruises throughout the ’80s and ’90s, with the help of her daughter, Kirby, who was working as a travel agent at the time.
The family threw a 90th birthday bash for Alta in 1996, and it was well attended by her children, grandchildren, and great-grandchildren.
She gave up her driver’s license (under duress) at the age of 91, and moved into a retirement home in Woodbridge, CT, at the age of 92. After winning a game of Yahtzee the evening before, Alta passed away peacefully in her sleep in the early morning of 6 March, 2004, in Woodbridge, CT.
In summer of 2015, my parents, brother Angus, and cousins Greg and Denise came to see me graduate from the University of Oxford. We took advantage of the opportunity to combine it with a family trip to Scotland, and spent two days of our holiday in the Munro area. George Munro, secretary for the Munro clan, was our tour guide, and we were privileged to have the chance to meet the chief’s mother, Mrs. Eleanor Munro.
Our day in Munro Lands started with torrential rains, which is not very surprising. We climbed through some muck up to a high point on the edge of traditional Munro territory, where there is a memorial to Munros who died in an exceptionally bloody skirmish with the McDonalds. The story is that the McDonalds wanted to take in tax too many of some stollen cattle that a Munro was herding home (I don’t remember where he had stolen them from), and so it came to violence. Or at least that’s what I remember. I have a feeling the view from the monument might have been much better had the weather been clearer.
We then travelled along the Cromarty Firth to Evanton, where Foulis Castle sits. Mrs. Munro was only supposed to meet with us for an hour, but I think she quite enjoyed the conversation, because our audience turned into three and a half hours, with a tour of the castle and long moments spent chatting in the impressive sitting room.
Mrs. Munro even let my brother complete one of his spiral sculptures in the garden of Foulis Castle!
After such a special morning, we had a lovely lunch in the new Munro Storehouse restaurant, and some of the best tablet I’ve ever had. Yum! Our guide said he sometimes stops in just to have a bit of tablet. (Tablet is a Scottish thing a bit like fudge but actually much easier to make.) We browsed the history exhibit at the storehouse for a bit after lunch, waiting for the most recent downpour to let up.
As it was drying out a bit, we decided to venture some outdoors sites in the afternoon. First, we were taken to two major cemetaries, important to the Munros. We enjoyed perusing them, but found no one to whom we knew ourselves to be directly related.
We ended our day with a climb up to an early pagan standing stone on the edge of Munro land.
That evening we enjoyed a tasty meal in Inverness (though only my mother wouldn’t try the haggis). However, the best was yet to come.
As we drove north from Inverness and back through Munro land on our way to John O’Groats, I recognised a name for a turn-off. We followed the signs, and found the church where I remembered James Munro had been baptised. Obviously once a populated little village, the church stood next to one remaining house, and both were falling into disrepair. Clearly, no services had been held in that church for over fifty years.
I rushed around, intent on finding a long-lost relative. I took to taking pictures of any stones I thought might remotely be connected, gradually losing hope. But then, as the skies were beginning to open again, the last stone in the cemetery that I had not yet examined was the one. I had found my great-great-great-great-grandparents! The picture is the last of a grave in the following gallery, before the images of the gate and the church from afar.
We had to move on, to continue our journey and discover more amazing things in the northern highlands and the Orkney Islands. But the best thing is that I live in the UK, and in the north of England. For me, this graveyard in Kilmuir Easter Ross is just a six or seven hour drive away from my house. Brits may laugh at that, and think it’s much too far, but for me, raised in America, that’s really not bad at all.
Born 26 July 1799 to James Munro and Anne Taylor in Tarbat, Ross and Cromarty, Scotland.
He married Mary Hall, and they had eight surviving children:
There is no available information on his death, but it is assumed he passed away in Pictou, Nova Scotia.
In 1851, he was still resident in Tarbat, Ross and Cromarty, but by 1856 he was documented in Prince Edward Island.
On 8 April 1856, he was baptised Catholic in St. Anthony’s Church, Bloomfield Parrish, Prince Edward Island, by Father P. McIntyre. His age is listed as 24, his father is listed as James Munro, and his mother’s surname as Mary Hall of Pictou, Nova Scotia.
One can only assume that this conversion took place so that he could wed Catharine McDonald.
They seem to have had several surviving children:
There may have been other children; however, records from Prince Edward Island during that period are extremely difficult to discover.
By 1910, Duncan was listed on a U.S. Federal Census in New Haven, CT as a widower.
No death information has been discovered.