Burns Supper and The Selkirk Grace

 

January 25 has always meant one thing to me - my Mother's birthday. She was born 106 years ago today.

Choosing this photo of her to share is the first time I realized how much my sister Betty looked like her.

It is also the birthday of our friend Carter. He celebrates his 53rd today. 

We became friends of his after he and Kari met when she worked at Barnes and Noble in West Des Moines.

His personality is of the "Hail-fellow-well-met" manner. I doubt he has ever met a stranger.

Well known Scottish poet Robert Burns was also born on this date in 1759. Scots celebrate Rabbie Burns Day or Burns Night with a traditional Burns Supper which begins with his Selkirk Grace:

Some hae meat and canna eat,
And some wad eat that want it;
But we hae meat, and we can eat,
Sae let the Lord be thankit.

Probably Burns' best known poem, and my favorite is this one:

A Red, Red Rose

O my luve’s like a red, red rose,
That’s newly sprung in June:
O my luve’s like the melodie
That’s sweetly play’d in tune.

As fair art thou, my bonny lass,
So deep in luve am I;
And I will luve thee still, my dear,
Till a’ the seas gang dry.

Till a’ the seas gang dry, my dear,
And the rocks melt wi’ the sun
O I will luve thee still, my dear,
While the sands o’ life shall run:

And fare thee weel, my only luve!
And fare thee weel a while!
And I will come again, my luve,
Though it were ten thousand mile.