Now it's no surprise to regular readers of Inner Ramblings that I'm a Brit... but only
a few of you know that, although technically English, I was raised in Scotland.
I feel a true connection to the heritage and history of this beautiful country
and sometimes yearn for men in kilts (I know) and the whine of bagpipes, the mere
faint sound of a drum line takes me back to my childhood.
Don't get me started on Robert Burns... I can quote some of his more
famous poems even today!!!
It may seem a little funny to folks outside of this proud nation but when you're
growing up Scottish, you're growing up with strong traditions, most of
which include dancing, singing and more than a wee dram or two.
As a child in the Wee Kindom of Fife I learned some very complicated
dances at an early age. Dances that would get you through some very sticky
situations, which is why I think they invented such intricate steps, intended
for times when you need to flee from a Scotsman with less than honorable intentions
and whiskey on his breath.
Check this out....
Now imagine yours truly, reeling and whirling and skipping around as a
teenager at every school dance from the age of hmmm? five onwards.
Admittedly the five year olds I knew didn't have whiskey on their breath
but they still might want to show you what they had under their kilt!!!
Then there's hogmanay (which spell check is obviously unfamiliar with, check
the alternative spellings....frogman,mahogany,houseman) which is the
New Year Holiday in Scotland... and no, people... it doesn't last just an
hour after midnight... this Hogmanay thing goes on for a WEEK!!!!
My kinda party.
And finally the good old Pipe Band Picnic, held once a year in the park,
where the local Pipe Bands in all their regalia perform all day
long and the kids are treated to ice creams, simple games and races
and a little lunch bag which was "the picnic".
fond memories... oh yeah.. fond memories indeed.
Our local Pipe band was Dysart and Dundonald Pipe Band,
world champions I'll have you know. Google them!