Georgiana Mc Crae - Love and Suitors At Gordon Castle, and Work in Edinburgh

Love and Suitors At Gordon Castle, and Work in Edinburgh

When Jane Graham had an accident, her Gordon relatives took charge of Georgiana's life and so she lived at Gordon Castle from the time she was sixteen. Her sense of history was greatly inspired. Duke Alexander Gordon died when she was twenty-two, and the Duchess took over the house.

When it came time for Georgiana to look for suitors, there were three possible candidates. Andrew McCrae was a solicitor and distantly related to the Gordons. Major McDonald who belonged to a Catholic family (and was never a serious possibility, even though he promised to convert) and Peter Charles Gordon, known as Perico, the heir of the Laird of Wardhouse. In 1828 the Wadehouse marriage looked favourable, and she tells it amusingly in 'Stray Leaves' (MS 12018 McCrae Family Papers).

After being separated from Gordon in 1829, she went to Wodehouse to paint again in Edinburgh. Her first patron was Charles Kilpatrick Sharpe, and she focused at this time on women and children, especially the then-fashionable art of miniatures. By 1830 she made £250, however her art did not engross her as she was in love with Gordon.

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