Heritage Day

thistle   January 25th is Robbie Burns Day, it’s usually full of all things Scottish; music and poetry, haggis and whiskey, kilts and sporrans, you get the picture. My dad was a Scot by birth, my husband is a Scot due to his birth place, and I always saw a lassie when I looked in the mirror. The first (and only, so far) time I’ve been to Scotland was way back in the late 70’s.Our family visited dad’s relatives and various ‘must go to cities’. It was a stirring visit for me as I started to notice more people with big hands, broad faces and backs just made for flipping sheep, (to shear them, it’s not a sport or anything.

Fast forward to 2018 and that lassie in the mirror has more than a few age lines. Our town has changed in so many ways, more people from other countries and cultures, a wider variety of foods available and the cultural diversity festival keeps adding to their lists. So here’s a question for you. Does your place of birth, your family heritage, belief systems, etc. affect how you view relationships? Does your stance on feminism come from a mother who marched or burned her bra way back when. Perhaps you were taught to stay in the marriage regardless, did your family disown you for making a match outside their consent, or are you a wife as a result of an arranged marriage? Our heritage can make deep and long-lasting impressions on us, even when we don’t realize it. With an increase in companies providing ancestry searches, it’s obvious that more and more people are curious about their gene pools. Knowing where you came from can give you a deeper look into your own psyche. You just might find a link to explain why some traits are more attractive to you than others. In this fast paced, social media consuming world we live in, it might be nice to just sit and look at old family photos for an afternoon. Take care of you, (no matter what aunty you look like).

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