Originally posted by smw6869Now, take it easy on Redmike, Granny. Go on and knock him for his looney point of view, but leave the Scots alone, if you don't mind.
Oats, Peas, Beans and Barley Soup!?!
Ha!
GRANNY.
I've a lot of relatives who consider themselves Scots -- with good reason.
The boat they were on while fleeing for their lives from Lithuania in the late 19th century was supposed to land in Connecticut, along with the boat with the rest of my mother's forbears. My Mom's ancestors made it to the USA. The other boat stopped in Scotland and told the passengers they wouldn't be taken any further. The Cpt had got himself a better offer. That part of my Mom's family stayed in Scotland, at first because they had no choice, but later because they did.
They found Scots to be really good people and when a bunch of these people came to Connecticut 12 yrs ago for a reunion, they came in full Scottish regalia and were the hit of the party. I've been close with several of the cousins since -- and learned enough about single malts to give me a real appreciation for the old "sheep dip" or the Water of Life.
So don't knock the Scots - they're alright as a whole. Of course, there is always at least one rotten apple in a barrel ...
btw, one of my cousins, now deceased, wrote a book called Gorbals to Jungle about his life growing up in Glasgow and his life as a prisoner of war of the Japanese for over 3 yrs. He was put to work on what folks might remember as the "Burma Road."
I think he qualified as a genuine war hero -- he survived and helped others of his brothers in arms to survive and was decorated for it.
He was proud to be a Scotsman and taught me a lot about what young men do in war. The rest I found out for myself.
Originally posted by ScriabinI had a pal at school whose grandparents were Lithuanian refugees. They stepped off the boat to immediately have their name changed to Miller, as their original name was considered too difficult. So, there are families throughout the UK called Smith, Jones, Miller etc, who are actually descendents of refugees.
Now, take it easy on Redmike, Granny. Go on and knock him for his looney point of view, but leave the Scots alone, if you don't mind.
I've a lot of relatives who consider themselves Scots -- with good reason.
The boat they were on while fleeing for their lives from Lithuania in the late 19th century was supposed to land in Connecticut, along with the ...[text shortened]... nd taught me a lot about what young men do in war. The rest I found out for myself.
Originally posted by RedmikeMy cousins somehow got the name Caplin. Never quite sure how these names come about -- mine was changed by my father during WW II because it sounded too German. Not that it mattered, since it was an Ellis Island name anyway. My Mother's father was born in the US.
I had a pal at school whose grandparents were Lithuanian refugees. They stepped off the boat to immediately have their name changed to Miller, as their original name was considered too difficult. So, there are families throughout the UK called Smith, Jones, Miller etc, who are actually descendents of refugees.
I can't recall the last name of the 90+ fellow who was the last living relative who came from Lithuania to the USA. It was in his honor that we had the reunion. The village from which he came ceased to exist -- all either left or were exterminated.
The same is true of my father's side. They came from what is now Ukraine.
I have no affection for Lithuanian or Ukrainian culture.
But I really like and admire the Scots, music, drink, the whole thing. I don't know why no one has thought to import and market the mixture of the whiskey and cream and sugar my cousin cooked up last I was there - he called it brose. Here, they sell Irish whiskey mixed with cream and sugar.
Originally posted by ScriabinSorry, but Scots don't do whiskey.
My cousins somehow got the name Caplin. Never quite sure how these names come about -- mine was changed by my father during WW II because it sounded too German. Not that it mattered, since it was an Ellis Island name anyway. My Mother's father was born in the US.
I can't recall the last name of the 90+ fellow who was the last living relative who came f ...[text shortened]... I was there - he called it brose. Here, they sell Irish whiskey mixed with cream and sugar.
Pedantry aside, I wouldn't put anything in my whisky, except maybe some ice.
Originally posted by ScriabinAHEM! YOU said he was from SCOTLAND where the don't grow rice and therefore don't pick rice. I was simply trying to find something he could pick. How is That to be construed as putting the Scots down?
Now, take it easy on Redmike, Granny. Go on and knock him for his looney point of view, but leave the Scots alone, if you don't mind.
I've a lot of relatives who consider themselves Scots -- with good reason.
The boat they were on while fleeing for their lives from Lithuania in the late 19th century was supposed to land in Connecticut, along with the ...[text shortened]... nd taught me a lot about what young men do in war. The rest I found out for myself.
You readeth too mucheth into my posteths.
GRANNY.
Originally posted by smw6869There's always his nose ...
AHEM! YOU said he was from SCOTLAND where the don't grow rice and therefore don't pick rice. I was simply trying to find something he could pick. How is That to be construed as putting the Scots down?
You readeth too mucheth into my posteths.
GRANNY.
Originally posted by RedmikeAnd quite right you are -- A great American, Yogi Berra, who played catcher for the New York Yankees, a baseball team it has been my privilege officially to consider the arch-enemy all my life, once said: "You can observe a lot just by watching."
No 'e' in the whisky from Scotland.
I just pulled out my bottles of Cardhu, Highland Park, and Lagavulin and damned if they don't say "whisky" just as plain as the nose on one's face.
My spell checker, however, accepts both spellings -- will have to look into this spelling difference.
Thanks for bringing it to my attention -- maybe I need new reading glasses.
Is there a "p" in the raspberries from Scotland? Never in this life have I tasted their equal.
Originally posted by ScriabinI think our raspberries are spelled the same as everyone elses.
And quite right you are -- A great American, Yogi Berra, who played catcher for the New York Yankees, a baseball team it has been my privilege officially to consider the arch-enemy all my life, once said: "You can observe a lot just by watching."
I just pulled out my bottles of Cardhu, Highland Park, and Lagavulin and damned if they don't say "whisky" ju ...[text shortened]... e a "p" in the raspberries from Scotland? Never in this life have I tasted their equal.
Once spent a back-breaking day picking raspberries in Perthshire, when I was a student. Sore back, sunburnt on one side of my face and got paid four pence a pound for what I picked.
Didn't go back for the 2nd day.
I think Bourbon and Irish are whiskey, everything else is whisky.
Originally posted by RedmikeAH, HA!
I think our raspberries are spelled the same as everyone elses.
Once spent a back-breaking day picking raspberries in Perthshire, when I was a student. Sore back, sunburnt on one side of my face and got paid four pence a pound for what I picked.
Didn't go back for the 2nd day.
I think Bourbon and Irish are whiskey, everything else is whisky.
RASPBERRIES!?!
GRANNY.
Originally posted by Redmikedidn't go back the 2nd day?
I think our raspberries are spelled the same as everyone elses.
Once spent a back-breaking day picking raspberries in Perthshire, when I was a student. Sore back, sunburnt on one side of my face and got paid four pence a pound for what I picked.
Didn't go back for the 2nd day.
I think Bourbon and Irish are whiskey, everything else is whisky.
Well, as Yogi used to say: "If they won't come out to the ballpark, how're you going to stop 'em?"