Hi Eddie,


I don't want to take away from this thread too much, but my adopted father's people were descendants of Roddie "the Piper" Mac Neill of Barra, Scotland.

They moved to a little community on Cape Breton Island called Washabuct(also spelled Washabuck), in Canada in the early part of the 19th century.

When I was growing up,Gaelic was spoken liberally in my home, and this was a phrase my Dad used often... it is a proverb which I apply in my own life.

Because it was becoming a dying language, there were several societies in my area that were formed to preserve Gaelic, and there is even a college where it is taught as an immersion language.

I came across some of my Dad's notes a few weeks ago, and this was scrawled across the top of one...no doubt as some form of inspiration...it's a proverb I use often in my own life.

Both my parents died while I was in my 20's, and these small remnants of my heritage have become precious to me.

I regret not having learned Gaelic, and I can only speak and write a few phrases, and when I hear it spoken, I am immediately transported back to my younger years, and a simpler time.

Thanks for your interest, and my apologies to Krychek, for breaking the continuity of this thread.

Ian








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Cha d’dhùin doras nach d’fhosgail doras.