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The great kilt.
“Och aye the noo”
TraIs the cat deid? –
Has the cat died? your trousers are a bit short
– like a flag flying at half mast
Liken my great grandfather did why don’t you put on a kilt
Oh yes, right now
My 16th century
Originating in the traditional
Scots bearing dress of men and boys
In the Scottish Highlands
Is a skirt-type garment with pleats at the rear?
Since the 19th century,
The kilt has become
Associated with the wider
Scottish and Gaelic cultures
A symbol of national pride and tradition
Those cultural heroes of the highlander
Yes! Even some made its way into our military units
And eventually a suited attire symbol of formality
The great kilt.
The first mention of kilts is in 1538
They were worn as full-length garments
Those Gaelic-speaking Scots Highlander men
Were the first to wear them?
The knee-length kilt that we see today
Didn't come around until the early 18th century
Those belted plaid or great kilt
Such a full-length garment
The great kilt
Whose upper half could be worn as a cloak?
Draped over the shoulder, yes even worn by soldiers
Being brought up over the head as a hood
Revealing in a distance a cloak of disability
Comes from the Scots word kilt meaning
Old Norse people donned them kjalta
Meaning lap, fold of a gathered skirt
Also a combat dress
This great kilt
Nonetheless, individual exceptions continued, and it is believed
The kilt was last widely worn in action at the Evacuation of Dunkirk
In May 1940 on D-Day, June 1944, Lord Lovat,
Commander of 1 Special Service Brigade,
This Great Kilt
Was accompanied by his personal pipers who wore a kilt
Played the bagpipes – while German bullets whizzed around him
This tradition has been continued
Within the Pipe Bands of the Republic of Ireland's Defense Forces
The Great Kilt, One of The Themes of Scotland
3/20/21-©2021
For Contest Theme of Scotland
Sponsored by: Julia Ward
My Celtic Grandfather bred Irish Wolf Hounds.
He was a stern man, as inflexible as stone,
a hard Ulsterman
wed to a soft Erin woman.
“Never let yourself be alone with the hounds,”
he warned.
Yet I went;
I stole into the garden on an evening
when the sun was falling asleep.
The giant hounds gathered round me
Growling,
then they hunkered down
and discussed among themselves
what to do with me.
The largest of the dogs
told me about the blood wars
and all the ‘troubles’ of this sad land.
I did not understand much of it
but felt the fierceness of his heart.
They found me curled
with the great shaggy beasts
and the only one they would let retrieve me
was my disgraced mother.
Later that day we took the ferry to Liverpool,
then the train to London
where the dogs did not talk,
but where humans often whispered:
“unwanted.”
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head cradled on folded arms
as a young boy I’d sit rapt
in the tales told by an old man
as he drew pictures at our dinner table
no bragging, not at all
just remembrances
of arid deserts and tuscan sunsets
heaving seas and emptying bellies
he saw the world
give or take
in six years
for king and country
back then I did not notice the pauses
how he never mentioned friends
eyes magnified through thick bifocals
searching some distant battlefield
he came home and got work in a mill
watched his wife die not long after
brought up three boys alone
but never grumbled, not at all
T he magic of a grandfather, pulling a quarter from your ear.
H e tells a scary story,With a soothing sort of fear.
E lation fills the childs' heart as Grampa opens up the door.
G ingerly,the brother skip across the cold linoleum floor.
R ighteously, He pick us up, one in each strong arm.
A lternating kissing cheeks; His touch would keep us warm.
M ajestically he puts us down; and strokes his long grey beard.
P aternally: he kisses Moms' forehead; boys think that that is weird.
A gain his aura shines our way: ' Who wants Ice Cream.
I will always love my Grampa, in life and death and dream.
S atisfied He loved us, as much as we loved him.
T omorrows' tomorrows our love will never Dim.
I dolize your Grampa as long as he's around.
L ive your life as He did, goodness shall abound.
L earn the love of generations as Grampas' have always done.
L ife goes on day after day: with Grampa having fun.
O beisance to GRAMPA MARTIN and those before and after.
V alues given to grandchildren: Love, Joy, and Laughter.
E ternally.
Thought I perhaps should let all my friends see,
How touched I was on finding this letter to me,
Found by mistake, after so many years,
I collapsed into buckets of tears,
A treasure bequeathed to me, was meant to be.
POST-SCRIPT:
As the writing is faint
in the scan above I have typed it out
for ease of legibility.
Abu Ben Adhem
(poem by Hunt, James Henry Leigh)
(1784-1859)
Has been translated in Greek by
Dimitrios Stais (as per manuscript
in possession of his son Panos Stais)
This small note is sent to
Jennifer Alan Hunt, the great
grand-daughter of Dimitri
Stais.
Of course, poems of many other
authors of this "English Verse"
Oxford Book were translated
in Greek by Dimitris Stais,
but I simply make mention of
the one titled as above because
of the author's name. (HUNT)
May I express the
wish, dearest Jennifer, that
one of the future editions of
Sir Arthur Quiller-Couch
comprise some of your cherished
poems.
With lots of love
your gd father
Panos
Athens 19th December 1968
He stalks through the dark streets and lanes
looking, searching for a victim
seeing a likely women he follows
for days he watches her routine
Once satisfied he makes his plans
then sets aside all he will need
tomorrow is when he will act
he takes pleasure thinking on it
The following night he is there
goes to the door rings her bell
she opens it and is surprised
quickly he ushers her inside
Shaking in terror, do not hurt me
is the tearful plea, she stutters
no my dear you have it all wrong
I was tasked to check you out
You see you are now an heiress
your grandfather leaves a fortune
to who fills his will conditions
I am pleased to say you do
Now all you need to do is sign here
and all his possessions are yours
with a squeal she gave him a hug
her saviour from drudgery
Flew out to Florida with family
Our rented home had Jacuzzi and pool
Tropical sun with high humidity
Swimming and ice drinks to help keep us cool.
Disney parks were awesome and we had fun
From nine in the morning till late at night
With shows and fast rides to suit everyone
The firework shows were an amazing sight.
But things got better with news of great joy
China at Epcot we received a call
My youngest daughter had a baby boy
A Grandad again I felt ten feet tall.
Fantastic time we had with lots of fun
But nothing beats cradling a new grandson.
Written on 1st September 2018.
My Granddaddy said
A whole lot to me
To prepare for the things
A young mind couldn't see
He peaked around corners
And underneath beds
Here are some things about life
My Granddaddy said
Life if you ain't careful
Can grab you by the throat
It's a dress that is red
It's a glass bottom boat
It's a beautiful smile
With the sharpest of teeth
Life's a kiss on the head
And a kick in the knees
It's a shake of the hand
A knife in the back
A shoulder to cry
A belly of laughs
Life it can be
Most anything
From the roar of a lion
To a bluebird that sings
It's a shave that is close
A miss by a mile
An old man at most
A soft tender child
A moment of wonder
A sneeze never blessed
Pouring out more
Then taking it back
My Granddaddy said
A whole lot to me
To prepare for the things
A young mind couldn't see
He peaked around corners
And underneath beds
These are some things about life
My Granddaddy said
It all happened so suddenly.
But they never thought twice.
The custody of their son's children
Was hanging in the balance.
In the middle of their pain,
Pointed questions came.
"Are you sure you want to raise this child,
And not just keep her for a little while?
Do you realize what your decision require?
Or that tons of others wouldn't even dare?
Are you aware of the burdens you will bare?
Have you concluded that life is not fair?"
The grandfather said, "She's our grandchild".
For us to say 'No' would be cold and 'vile'.
Unfortunately, sometimes our children go astray,
and it's the price we have to pay."
In a quiet town where shadows blend,
A boy named Dustin learned to mend,
Born to a mother, young and alone,
With dreams in her heart, but a heavy stone.
No father’s hand to guide his way,
But a grandfather’s love would light the day,
With wisdom deep as the ocean’s tide,
He taught the boy to stand with pride.
“Integrity, my boy, is worth more than gold,
Hard work and honesty, let them unfold.
Knowledge is power, a beacon so bright,
In the darkest of times, it will be your light.”
As the years rolled on, the family grew,
With siblings to care for, Dustin always knew,
That love was a burden, yet sweet to bear,
A great big brother, with a heart laid bare.
While his mother worked, he took on the role,
Of protector and guide, with a nurturing soul,
Though childhood slipped by like sand through his hands,
He learned to be strong, to meet life’s demands.
Through sleepless nights and endless days,
He forged his path in a myriad of ways,
With dreams of UGA, he set his sights high,
Determined to reach for the limitless sky.
But life can be cruel, and fate can be tough,
When his grandfather passed, it felt like enough,
Yet in every tear, in every sigh,
Dustin held on to the lessons that never die.
With a heart full of love and a mind set to learn,
He pushed through the pain, for his dreams he would yearn,
A PhD in hand, he stood tall and proud,
Knowing deep down, his grandpa too would be proud.
“Look at my boy,” he’d whisper with glee,
“From a boy to a man, what a journey to see!
You’ve carried the weight, you’ve weathered the storm,
In the tapestry of life, you’ve woven your form.”
So here’s to Dustin, a beacon of light,
A testament to love, to courage, to fight,
For in every struggle, in every embrace,
He found his own strength, his own sacred space.
With integrity, hard work, and knowledge in hand,
He'll walk through the world, a proud and noble man.