The Mormaer or Earl of Mar is a title that has been reaffirmed seven times, all in the Peerage of Scotland. The first creation of the earldom was originally the provincial ruler of the province of Mar in north-eastern Scotland. First attested in the year 1014, the "family seat" eventually became Kildrummy Castle, although other sites like Doune of Invernochty were initially just as important.
The title evolved into a peerage title, and was made particularly famous by John Erskine, 22nd Earl of Mar who was an important Jacobite military leader during the 1715 Jacobite rising.
Owing to a nineteenth-century dispute, there are currently two Earls of Mar, with James Thorne Erskine, 15th Earl of Mar and 17th Earl of Kellie and Margaret Alison of Mar, 31st Countess of Mar sharing the title. The Earl of Mar and Kellie is the hereditary Clan Chief of Clan Erskine; the Countess of Mar is the hereditary Clan Chief of Clan Mar.The Earldom of Mar is thought to be the oldest peerage in Great Britain, and even Europe.
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