Looking through the Perth County surrogate court files from 1863, several names stand out as men who cleared the timber, tilled the soil, and established the roots of our local townships. When John McTavish passed away in 1863 at around fifty years of age, he left behind a legacy deeply woven into the Scottish settlement of North Easthope. Standing in Saint Andrew's Cemetery today, reading his headstone set against quiet rolling fields, it is easy to forget the sheer physical

When this journey began on a crisp spring morning, my goal was simple yet profound: to bring light back to the names that built this community by providing what I consider to be the Holy Trinity - Research, Restoration, and Record. Armed with soft brushes, D/2 cleaner, water jugs, and my camera, I set out across the grounds of Trinity Evangelical Lutheran Church. Today, as the restoration work on our planned stones comes to an end and this blog series draws to a close.

“He came from Turrerich, in Glen Quaich, in 1832, having left the Glen that year about the middle of June, and arrived at North Easthope on the 1st of September; eight families from the same place emigrated and travelled together and settled in the township and in the adjoining one, South Easthope.”

a tale passed down by grandchildren, a tale that paints John in a different light. According to them, he had been “a whisky smuggler all his life in the old country,” a man who knew the back trails and the hidden glens, always one step ahead of the Excisemen. They say his real name was McIntosh, and that he took the name Crerar to disguise himself when he fled to Canada.

Andrew recited his story as John dictated, as Andrew spoke, Linton imagined those faraway Scottish hills, the patchwork fields, stone walls, and heathered slopes now traded for maples, black oak, and the relentless hum of mosquitos. The tone of Andrew’s voice suggested neither regret nor longing, only the clarity of a man who understood the weight of choices. A man who new big risks could bring big rewards.

John had a good idea what it was going to take, when he first stepped onto Lot 15, it was not a farm. It was a wilderness so thick that daylight barely touched the ground. “I commenced to improve on my land (it being then a perfect wilderness, travelled only by the Indian) late fall of 1834. The snow was on the trees then I recollect well, for, on beginning to chop down some trees to build my small ‘shanty’ with the snow at the stroke of the axe would be falling down upon me.

Wiping the sweat from his brow, he looks off into the distance as if he sees the place he speaks of. “I came from Berwickshire, in Scotland, from near the town of Lauder. I settled in this township in the summer of 1832, when this and the adjoining township began to be settled.” Referring to North and South Easthope townships.