JAMIE’S PLACE FOR STUFF

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Given all the upheaval of recent days and the approach of that ultimate family and food holiday, Thanksgiving, it’s time to kickback and relax. For that reason I’m bringing back and old game: Take This Tune. The rules are simple. I post a video with a tale of why I picked it. Your job is then to tell me a story that the video inspires. You can be serious or funny. You can post another video of your choice as a response. The pleasure is in the conversation.

With Thanksgiving coming up, I’ll be spending the weekend helping out some distant Australian cousins to research the family name in Scotland. Apparently the arrival of this branch down under involved theft, bawdy houses, a long ocean voyage courtesy of the crown and not to much good behavior once the young boy arrived and grew. These days the family is distinctly well behaved and successful, but take a rather great interest in their lively past. So I’ve chosen Peter Allen’s “I Still Call Australia Home” in honor of all those who wander but are not lost. The question: Where are you from? Where did you go? Where do you want to be?

About Me

Retired great grandmother living in the Northwest US. Former radio Public Service Director and National Accounts Manager.

I’m a hair-dishevelled heilan’ coo,
Hamish McKay be ma name;
Welcome tae this dreichet glen
I’m cursed tae ca’ ma hame.
Depending on the mood I’m in
I’ll raise ma horns on high,
An’ if I like the look o’ ye
I’ll likely let ye by.
But should I dinnae like the look
O’ ye, then tak great care,
I’ll raise ma horns on high again,
Go on, get oot o’there!
So whether welcome yae or nae,
I’ll raise these horns sae mean,
Then ye shall ken ma meaning
By the twinkle o’ ma een.

Courtesy of
MARION GRAY Wollaton Road Wollaton Park Nottingham

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