Home
Hmmm. What is home? That was asked previously in a friend’s blog; and now that I am heading home from my mini vacation that question has arisen in my mind again.
The United States has been my physical residence and home for longer than either of the other two countries where I have lived before but one of these is the sentimental home in my heart. Scotland is the land of my birth and will forever have that sentimental hold over me; but that does not diminish my regard for my home here in the States.
Since most of my adult and working years have taken place here, my tangible associations are the bond which makes this home and the basis for my citizenship.
Perhaps I am fortunate that I have two homes and able enjoy the aspects of both. Let me not forget, however, my other home from home; Canada which also has a place in my heart.
Maybe home is a movable feast to be enjoyed in all its glory when and where the mood strikes.
In writing this, I am reminded of a song (to the tune of “Galway Bay”) told to me by my father:-
Some day I’ll cross the border back to Scotland;
Tho’ it may be when I am three scores years and ten;
Once again to see the moon rise over Stirling;
Or to see the sun go down on Alva Glen.
Once again to see the splendour of the Ochils;
The winding road that leads right up to Perth;
Or to sit beside a trout stream near Dumyat
And know you’re on the finest land on Earth.
Oh, the Enlish came and tried to take it from us,
At Bannockburn we fought their legions down;
But we might as well have let them win the battle,
For Scotland now is ruled from London town.
The winds that blow across the fields of Scotland
Are scented by the heather as they blow
And the highlanders up North all speak a language;
Yes, a language that the English do not know.
They say there’s going to be a life hereafter
And if that’s so I’ll give the Lord my thanks.
If he’ll grant my wish and let me make my heaven
There in Scotland on Loch Lomonds bonnie banks
