. Wednesday, August
1, 2012
I have
such a dear husband. After we arrived at
our campground of Whycocomagh and putting our air conditioning into service for
the first time this trip, Royce spent some time with the ranger and learned
that there would be a ceilidh—kaley—in a town west of us so we ate a quick
supper and headed for the town.
The
music was delightful and sounded much like the music we enjoyed in Ireland, but
this was Scottish area. Three musicians
played a keyboard and two violins.
During one number a man at least our age did a step dance to the
music. We thoroughly enjoyed the evening
especially since it was not part of our schedule. However, this meant no Scrabble game so the
score remains at: Jackie 5, Royce 1 and 1 tied game.
This
morning we headed across a waterway on another ferry with a cable and wheel
configuration that we used previously. The
waterway in called a salt water lake.
Our destination was Iona, where the Highland Village Museum was located.
Our
stroll through the village told the story of the immigration of the Gaels from
Scotland and how they adapted to life in Nova Scotia while maintaining their
language, culture and customs. Folks
dressed in period costumes were gracious to explain their way of life to
us. It was while visiting one of the houses
that I learned why the music we heard last evening sounded so much like the
music we heard in Ireland. It seems that
centuries ago folks from Ireland moved to Scotland—it isn’t far across the
water from Ireland. With the
intermarrying of the Irish and Scots their music blended also. However, the Irish do their dancing with lots
of exaggerated leg movements while the Scots do step dancing which is done with
more restrained movements.
When we
were touring the barn of the village, Royce pointed to a tractor and what to my
wondering eyes should appear but a FORDSON tractor—the mascot from my Fordson
High School in Dearborn Michigan. This
tractor was much older than our mascot and had not benefitted from the loving
care of the automobile shop class, but it was a Fordson tractor nonetheless.
So
there you have it; history that Jackie can tolerate and appreciate.
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