So busy have I been putting together all the Tartan Day stuff, I never got around to writing a post of my own. Here's my Tartan Day post from last year instead. I was rather fond of it at the time, so here's a repeat :)
A Memory I Never HadPosted by Ithildin at April 6, 2005 10:56 AM | PROCURE FINE OLD WORLD ABSINTHEI'm probably more English than I am Scottish, but I've always identified strongly with my Scots heritage. Maybe it's because of my maternal grandmother, Amy Marie. She was born in Scotland, and she and her parents left Aberdeen when she was a teenager, first settling in Diamondville Wyoming, before moving to Smithers, B.C. where my great-grandmother had family. According to my mum's older sister, I look enough like her to be her twin -- right down to the green eyes that no one else in the family has. Amy loved to dance, music, cats, & horses. Or so I'm told. You see, I only know my grandmother through vague descriptions and stories because she died when my mum was two, after a long illness, probably tuberculoses. I've now been alive more years than my grandmother was given, and still, I wonder what she was really like. I've never even seen a picture of her, but I think I can see her in my imagination sometimes. And when I think of Scotland, I remember my grandmother, Amy Marie Smith Heal.