We are sorry
to say that Mac is not very well, but he is still e-mailing
strong and recently sent the Beetle a collection of travel
reminiscences.
Scotland. Inch is Gallic for island. Firth is a mouth of a river.
Brae is a hill. Haggis is in a shape of a ball but you don't
kick it you eat it. It is sheep's intestines and oatmeal
wrapped in a sheep's bladder. After you eat it you wish you
had kicked it. It was so clear when I was in Edinburgh that I
could see to Fife from the Firth of Forth or maybe it was Forth I
saw from the Fife of Firth. A Firth is like a fjord only not as
far. Anyway it was a clear day.
Many years ago I gave a Scottish lady some tea bags I was
carrying in my backpack. The lady had been used to brewing tea in
bulk and said Oh how clever they have measured out a spoonful in
a container. She then ripped open tea bag and dropped the
contents into the pot. (I am sure they probably have tea bags
now!)
And let's move on to Irish toasts. An Irish guide toasted us
with, “Here's to the best years of my life, spent in the
arms of another man's wife, my Mother”. The guide in
Dublin Castle told us of a hanging judge. The judge would fall
asleep while hearing a case and then all of a sudden wake up,
bang his gravel and shout, “Hang the Dog.” A priest at
mass in Dublin one morning told this story. He said he was giving
a sermon on death and remarked that everyone in the Parish would
die some day. One guy had a big smile on his face and when asked
why he was smiling replied, “I am not from this
parish!”
One of the residents here in the Soldier's home is going to
Scotland and England for a month this Fall and another friend of
mine here at the home (Saigon) is interested in things Scottish
so I am copying stuff down from an interesting article I found in
the Travel Section Washington Times. The title of the article is
The Enchanting Highlands by Corina Lothar. “Mr Owens arrives
in 18th century attire and explains the history of the Scottish
Kilt which dates back about 1,000 years and is related to the
Roman toga and Indian Sari. He demonstrates how to pleat the
eight yards of fabric and tells us that the white cockade in the
cap is the symbol of Bonnie Prince Charlie and the Jacobites in
the 18th century Battle of Calddean. The sporran, the curious
pouch hanging in the front of the kilt originally was used to
carry oatmeal (I never knew that) still a staple of Scottish
kitchens.
Women too wore long kilts. The warring clansmen carried a targe
(shield) with spikes and a dagger in the left hand and a
basket-hilted broadsword in the right. Expressions such as
“going off half-cocked” and “a flash in the
pan” and “sideburns” all come from clan warfare,
reflecting the dangers of incorrectly cocked musket and the
facial hair worn to protect the cheek from powder burns (so that
is where term sideburns comes from. I never knew that. There is
so much I don't know!
Kilt pins are a Victorian addition. Queen Victoria who was never
easily amused, reviewed one of her Highland regiments on a windy
day. Pins were soon ordered to keep the slits in the kilts
closed. All of which brings us to this very old joke. A soldier
wearing a kilt is asked by a young lass what is worn under the
kilt. The soldier replies. “Nothing is worn. Everything is
in fine shape.”
There is a Victorian mansion in Scotland built by Jardine
Matheson of Hong Kong. Owner of “go-downs” as the
Chinese workers first called the warehouses in that formerly
British Colony (as in “Go down to collect a bale of hemp.)
This is me talking now. When I was in Hong Kong I was told that
the expression cumshaw (meaning asking for a tip) came from the
Chinese who used to go out and meet the U.S. military ships with
small boats to take the sailors ashore in their small boats away
from the huge ships that could not get in any closer. They
learned to say Come Shore and they would get tips for hauling
them ashore. It finally got to sounding like Comshaw or whatever
the expression is asking for money.
Ten percent of the whisky lost (in processing) through
evaporation is called “the angels share”. Distilleries
are open to the public from April through October. “The
Royal Scotsman (tourist train) speeds through the wild Scottish
countryside on iron, not brine through deep green forests of pine
moors that turn purple in August and September when the heather
is in bloom.
If you would like to contact Mac, he can be e-mailed on: macsan400@yahoo.com