Families can be a royal pain, quite literally. There are
red-blooded Americans and Blue Bloods and sometimes we find our selves stained
by a bit of ancient purple.
This is the
legend of Meredith.
In
the fifth and sixth centuries AD, many tribal chiefs and princes ruled the
country of Cymry, what we know today as Wales. Each and all were in constant
struggle to dominate. Maelgwn (pictured right)
one of the stronger princes was
attempting to bring some order and unite the varied warlords under one chief,
hopefully himself. He gathered all the most powerful princes together. This
council made a proposal. Each prince would sit upon a seaside chair. The king
would be he who sat the longest as high tide covered the shore.
Maelgwn visited Maeldav the Old. Many believe Maeldav was the
same wizard known as Merlin in the King Arthurian Myths. (Actually, there are
those who propose Maelgwn was the model of King Arthur.) Maeldav prepared a
chair constructed from waxed bird wings. Maelgwn sat upon his chair the longest
since it rose and floated above the tide. They declared him Chief Prince with
the title Maredudd. The exact meaning of this name is not certain, but may mean
Protector of the Sea.1
The title Maredudd eventually became a surname and the
spelling evolved through Maredydd to become Meredith. The proper pronunciation
is Mare-Red-ith, not Mare-Dith. My family did use Mare-Red-ith when I was a
child, but at some point my father surrendered to the more common use of
Mare-Dith.
“I got tired ev’ry time I gave my name they said, ‘Spell it’.
I spelled it and they’d say, ‘Oh, Mare-Dith,’ I jus’ got tired of spellin’ it.”
I discovered everybody still asked me to spell my last name,
except in Dallas when Don Meredith was a hero.
Maelgwn, who is an actual historic figure (c.497 - c.560 AD),
was my 43-Great Grandfather. He had at least two children, and probably many
more not recorded, a son named Rhun and daughter Gwawr.
Gwawr may not be what you would name your daughter and I
certainly didn’t name either of my daughters that; nonetheless Gwawr was my
42-Great Grandmother married to one Eliylt Llydanwyn ap Meirchion. This was a
period long before surnames came into existence. The little word “ap” means
“son of”; therefore, Eliylt was the son of Meirchion.
Eliylt and Gwawr begat Llywarch Hen ap Elidir (note the
slight change in the spelling of Elitlt). Llywarch allegedly had 42 children.
His wives are not noted. (It is an assumption on my part that with 42 children
he probably had more than one woman in his life.)
My family is a web of odd relationships, because Rhun is also
my 43-Great Grandfather, indicating he and his sister Gwawr began two separate lines
of my father’s ancestors. (It also indicates Rhun shared a wife with his
father, but the less said about such things the better. This is not the last of
such entanglements and confusion couplings, but we will get to some more of that
a bit later and in a more recent period.)
Meanwhile, Rhun begat Beli and so forth and after many
permutations we reach my 32-Great Grandfather Rhodri “Mawr” (the Great) ap
Merfyn, King of Wales, 855 AD-878 AD. From there we continued through a number
of kings and princes until Gruffydd ap Cynan, Prince of Gwunedd in 1081.
Gruffydd (Griffith) had a son named Cadwaladr ap Gruffudd, who was my 24-Great
Grandfather and another son named Owain ap Gruffudd, King of Gwynedd
(pronounced Gwenith), 1137 AD-1179 AD. (By the way, I refuse to change to the
use of C.E. and B.C.E. [Current Era and Before Current Era]. Just because the
cynics of the world fear God so much they want to eliminate any reference to
his Deity doesn’t mean I’ll go along.) Owain was my 24-Great Grand Uncle and his
grandson, my second cousin, was Llywelyn Fawr ap Iowerth. (Fawr is not a given
name, but a descriptive add-on meaning “The Great”.)
Llywelyn Fawr was great enough in his day that he took as a
wife the illegitimate daughter of John Lackland, known as Joan of England. John
Lackland was the King of England at the time and is best known for signing the
Magna Carta. As a result of this union I am a 24th cousin to Queen
Elizabeth II. I suppose if enough people were to die, I would have a claim to
the British crown.
All this is ancient history having little to do with who I am
today. It is interesting to discover one has a bit of Royal DNA I suppose, but
it doesn’t buy me any castles or put a farthing in my pocket. Yet there is an
interesting tidbit, a coincidence of time, in this past.
Llywelyn Fawr had a son named Gruffydd who had a son also
named Llywelyn (pictured left). th Cousin. Cousin Llywelyn the Last
died at Buellt on December 11, 1282 during King Edward I of England’s conquest
of Wales. As Fate often does just to have a giggle, the soldier who killed my
cousin Llywelyn, was an ancestor of my friend, Ronald Tipton.
This was Llywelyn the Last, the final REAL
Prince of Wales. He was also my 4
Of course much of history is full of uncertainty and it is
disputed exactly who killed Llywelyn the Last and in what manner. According to
legend, he was accidently chanced upon (which is basically true). A soldier
completely unaware of who he was slew him. Sir Robert Brody was this soldier
named in contemporary ballads of the time. Other accounts claim while the
captured Llywelyn was kneeling in prayer Stephen Frankton of Ellesmere came
behind and struck off his head. It is a fact Llywellyn’s head was carried to
King Edward and then displayed 2
in the Tower of London.
King Edward then named his own son the Prince of Wales and
ever since there has been an English pretender using that title. Quite frankly, I have more claims to
that title then Prince Charles.
Footnotes:
Hanes
Cymru (History of Wales)
Company Publishers Cywreig
Wales
1901
Referenced by Charles Hoffman
Thomas in a letter dated August 5, 1905 to my Great Uncle Benjamin Franklin
Meredith II.
2. Paul M. Remfry
The Final Campaign of Prince Llywelyn
Castles of Wales Website
1998
Also genealogy research by this
author and Ronald W. Tipton.
1 comment:
Larry this was very interesting to read.
And it seems we are related in some way since I also have John Lackland as a direct ancestor in my line. My line descends through his great grandson Edward of Caernarfon(Ed II).
Perhaps we can take on a plan to "take out" the oodles who stand in between us and the throne and we can rule together. Liz and Phil should be easy pickings but the rest may be a challenge...... ;-)
Post a Comment