A Stroll Though Memory, Time and Politics With Stops Along The Way
Fifty years ago, I was a suburban dwelling wife with two children under five when the pot smoking, macrobiotic eating brother-in-law dropped by on his way to San Francisco. The sounds of Sergeant Pepper entered the house with him.
A great deal has changed in the past 50 years, but to this day some things remain the same: Uncle Gary and the Beatles.
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