Clan MacAulay Members: Clan MacAulay Cooks

Our newly appointed Marketing Coordinator, Bob Macauley (he can be emailed HERE), had the brilliant idea that we should have a venue for sharing favourite recipes. So we’re on our way. We just released videos to our members where we made brown sugar shortbread and chocolate chip cookies. Upcoming recipes include Irish soda bread, Nanaimo bars, Christmas pudding, a whisky caramel sauce (to go with the pudding) and a secret almond roca recipe. All members are encouraged to video making their favourites and we’ll share it with our fellow MacAulays.

Clan MacAulay Cooks is a benefit of clan membership. If you aren’t yet a member, read all about membership and join here.

Clan MacAulay Members: Virtual Christmas Party Saturday, December 12, 2020

In this time of COVID, it’s important that we stay connected. Join us for our first ever virtual Christmas party! There will be music, stories and more to enjoy. It will be held on Saturday, December 12 at 2 pm CST.

This event is a benefit of clan membership. If you aren’t yet a member, read all about membership and join HERE.

If you are a member but didn’t receive the email invitation, please email Chief Joan HERE.

Clan MacAulay Members: Do you want to learn more about DNA?

Join us for a short discussion followed by a lengthy Q&A on DNA. Leading the conversation is our Clan MacAulay Heritage Secretary Lucas McCaw. It will be held on Saturday, November 21 at 2 pm CST.

This event is a benefit of clan membership. If you aren’t yet a member, read all about membership and join here.

If you are a member but didn’t receive the email invitation, please email Chief Joan HERE.

Lest we forget …

Today we remember the words of John McCrae, the Canadian poet, doctor and soldier who wrote this iconic poem in the midst of war and personal grief. May we never forget.

In Flanders fields the poppies blow
Between the crosses, row on row,
    That mark our place; and in the sky
    The larks, still bravely singing, fly
Scarce heard amid the guns below.
We are the Dead. Short days ago
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
    Loved and were loved, and now we lie,
        In Flanders fields.
Take up our quarrel with the foe:
To you from failing hands we throw
    The torch; be yours to hold it high.
    If ye break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
        In Flanders fields.