By Lyndall Maag It started with a note, a small, white piece of what looked like scrap paper, with handwriting that seemed slightly familiar but we couldn’t quite place.  The note was a short recollection of my great grandfather’s life, telling us of family interaction in Scotland and the people he met on the voyage out to Australia.  Most tellingly, this short, seemingly innocuous document, called into question his maternity. I had heard stories of my great grandfather James’ parentage … Continue reading