It was rough this year with Chanukah (Pronounced Like It's Spelled) starting on Christmas Day. Clan Fergus, from which the Snoddys arose, owe their existence to a union between the ancestors of Thorfinn Hausakluif, who ruled Orkney (a story for another time), and Clan MacCabee, of the far South, long before Scotland was a nation.
Clan MacCabee played a key role in starting the Chanukah tradition.
Virgil and all the Snoddys wish you and yours, a Happy Chanukah. Take part in the celebration. Christians who participate have been known to see the light, if not lights.
I'm a private person and my beliefs are a private matter, but so those of you who never read Miss Manners will stop asking, the answer is NO! The fact that I have Scots-Hebrew roots (Clan MacCabee) and am a follower of Judaism does not mean that I'm not a born again Christian. (And NO, I'm not one of those nut headded “Jews for Jesus.”) There is no inconsistency. As Anonymous reminded us in his or her comment to Virgil's Christmas Message, “‘May the good Lord He bless you and keep you in health And remember that Jesus was a Jewboy hisself.’ From Richard's version of ‘The Tramp On The Street.’" Give a listen to a sample.
Tuesday, December 27, 2005
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Virgil:
You have obviously spent a lot of time with the Scotch, and from all appearances, on a daily, day long basis. Your expressed knowledge of the Scots is another question.
Angus:
You have reason to be bitter, but it’s none of my doing. I should think you’d at least appreciate my being the only non-tourist to come to your bar since “the incident” You are correct that I know the Scot’s whisky from “Scapa” to “Old Sheep Dip.” Speaking of sheep (or in your case goat) dip, how’s Nanny? I hope you didn’t shear the kids too short. It’s going to be a baaad winter.
Orve:
When the simple truth is placed before you, you see an attempt to obfuscate and you become confused. There is no “‘religion du jour.’" There is only one. John Paul Nichols may have said it best- “Jesus is the same in California as he is back in those hills of Tennessee.”
Beelzebub has hardened your heart. Lay your burden down and see. See also, God’s comment to “God IS That You?” at http://snohwomen.blogspot.com/2005/12/god-is-that-you.html
CHANUKAH AS I KNEW IT
One day near Chanukah, when I was just a child, Mama called us together and tried to smile.
She said you know the cottoncrop hasn't been too good this year.
There's just no spending money, and well, at least we're all here.
Daddy killed a squirrel. Mama made the girl's dresses out of flower sacks, and when she ironed them down you couldn't tell that they hadn't come from town. A sharecropped family across the road didn't have it as good as us. Me and Jack took a jar of coaloil and some hickernuts we'd found and walked to the sharecropper's porch and set 'em down. A poor old ragged lady eased open the door, picked up the coaloil and hickernuts and said "I sure do thank ye" and quickly closed the door. So for one of the neighbors and for us it was a good Chanukah night.
Chanukah came and Chanukah went. Chanukah that year was heaven sent.
Then daddy put on his gumboots waited for the thaw back home in Dyess Arkansas
Virgil:
You came to my bar because it's the finest bar in all of Scotland. I owe you nothing for that. You're no Scot. From your manner, drinking habits and lust for Hurling you're probably Irish. That would explain your sharp tongue and insensativity. I warn you, leave Nanny & the kids out of this if you want to keep that tongue in your head.
Angus:
In some circles, calling a Snoddy “Irish” is akin to calling Pizarro & the Conquistadors “Incas,” but I do consider myself Irish. The Snoddys have been in Ireland for centuries now, and have, of course, intermarried with the locals. (Note, by locals, I’m referring to humans) This may, in part, explain my love for hurling. It may also explain why the other Snoddys and I, unlike you, no longer keep the Scot’s tradition of having chips on both shoulders. I’ll knock um off for you if you come around. With that said, I was inconsiderate in bringing Nanny and the kids into this. I love your family and have nothing but respect for Nanny. She has saved your sorry ass as Jim’s beloved has saved his. Would you like for me to do a similar post for her?
Virgil:
I agree with everything you, Patti, and Orve said about my beloved and I thank you for honoring her. I love you like a brother, and like you, I’m a loyal Galway fan. However, the way you are treating Angus is cruel to him and his innocent family. Please lay off. If you keep pushing him, I’ll give him the pictures of you and yours from the last reunion. It’s probably nothing to worry about because, as even tempered as Angus is, odds are that he’ll only post the one in which the two of you are clothed and not performing those “acts” with others.
The wind may bla', the cock may cra',
The rain may rain, and the sna' may sna',
But ye winna frichten Jock McGraw,
He's the stoutest man in the Forty Twa.
http://www.scotsindependent.org/features/singasang/forty_twa.htm
Hi. I call myself Maro (not Mary) but my real name is Richard, unfortunately. Amor vincit omnia, say I. I'll be back later, (with lots of Jews for Jesus in tow.)
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