My first ancestor to come to the new America’s from Scotland after being driven from Carlisle, England. Charles McHaggis Carlisle II, arrived on a floating salt pork barrel off the coast off Nags Head, North Carolina ( just the new world at the time) after a horrific spring Storm on April 1, 1682. He eventually headed to the mountains of North Carolina to live in isolation. Woefully unequipped for the task at hand, McHaggis Carlisle was fortunate to come across a seasoned mountain man, Neeses Lane who we hear was willing to teach him the necessary survival tactics. I would think that McHaggis and Neeses would have been a pair to have at any table! As life continued in the mountains for him, we heard stories that McHaggis found himself a Cherokee bride and an adopted son, fondly named Bacon. However, our family history reads that their peaceful existence was threatened when McHaggis incurs the ire of the local Cherokee for accidentally trout fishing in tribal waters without a permit. His wife left him in shame and his son departed only to become a manufacturer of fine mountain trebuchets that were used by quarreling families across mountain valleys up through the 20th century.
English soldiers from the King’s military outpost at FORT MILL had become cannibalistic in 1720. After a particularity harsh winter they ventured into North Carolina and captured Bacon Carlisle whilst he was out tending his forest trees dedicated to his finely crafted trebuchets. After salting and smoking him, he was said to have been sliced up and wrapped around Carolina Reaper Peppers stuffed with goat cheese before frying for Easter dinner. A tragic demise for the father of the modern day American trebuchet. And to this day, North Carolina has not forgotten what the inhabitants of South Carolina did. So much that they drew a line through the middle of the Colonial Carowinds Plantation so you would know which side of the line you were on.
Sadly, Haggis and his family never reconnected. But it is written that he spent many years walking the mountains in search of someone who could make a fine backpack to take the weight off his lower back and shoulders.
Every April 1st, we prepare and eat a Spring Haggis in honor of this fine, handsome and founding Carlisle.
Hope your April 1st was a grand day!