When I was a wee bairn, I was baptized and my Aunt J and Uncle D held me in their arms. They have been with me for many years, even though Aunt J died a few years ago, as did her sister, my mother.
In 2007 I called my Uncle from Scotland and asked if he wanted me to contact any of his family while we were there. He said his family left in the 1700’s to fight the French but if I walked into a pub and said his name anyone with that name would stand me a pint.
I never took him up on that one. Instead I looked like knew where I was going and after three days living there was stopped by every Japanese tourist asking directions. I just told them to avoid the post office and get postcards and stamps from the local sporting goods store then post them at the PO without standing in line.
People call him Saint D because he’s taken care of his family and so many others. My dear cousin visited him yesterday and he had out a postcard I sent years ago from Scotland. He read it, and remembered. His sons played golf at St. Andrews’ and we got to live around there for a few months.
What do I miss most from Scotland besides my friends? Bagpipers in the streets. I slept better there and the water was right from Loch Lomond and the coldest and best tasting I’ve ever had. Cheese, cheddar of course. Mussels. Salmon.
Oh, dear Uncle you come from a proud and noble heritage. I don’t know how much leeway Salmon has but I saw the sword of William Wallace, the marker at Melrose Abbey for Robert the Bruce and even toured Parliament.
Whilst not really free, the Scots are on their way, peacefully. May you spend your days with family, me included. I thank you for remembering me and the Scottish postcard. With love to family and friends. Dee
Cooking with Dee 