My wife is gathering and scanning photos -- and, I'm writing up anecdotes like the foregoing one... in preparation for the celebration of my "completion of my 80th orbit around our local star" next month. I'll see if there are more "Scottish life" tales fit for posting here...
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I wish you had known about our "Kirkin' Day" too. We would have welcomed you to don your kilt and join us -- in mid-procession! Or, even without Scottish attire, we would have welcomed you equally warmly...
We always had "lone Clansmen" and welcomed them -- and the additional color of their Tartan -- into our joyous fellowship. (Perhaps you've noticed: U.S. Scots are some of the most congenial and hospitable folk you'll find anywhere!)
Perhaps you've also noticed: No one frowns at a man in a kilt! '-)
When I'm out and about in full regalia, (including my "Seven yards o' Red Macpherson wrapped aboot ma fanny", plus my Cromach, Sgian dubh, and Sporran [with my L.W. Seecamp tucked awa' inside]) my wife of 56 years is "oft bemused" at the number of times lovely young lassies stop us and ask to have their photo taken with me... '-) I tell her, "It must be the white hair and goatee; it's surely not the knees..." '-)
I would love to read more of your stories! The pics would be icing on the cake. I am German and don’t own any plaid, but as I explained yesterday, I attended a Presbyterian Church for several years. You’re right—the people were some of the nicest I have ever met. The neeps and tatties in the fellowship hall following the Kirkin’ of the Tartan services were great too.
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