Monday, April 22, 2013

S is for Scotland

I lived in Scotland for about 3 years, that's all, but it seems like a lifetime of memories and a lifetime ago!  For many years after my family's return to the states our Sundays were spent at church, then at lunch reminiscing about this story and that story.  Got to the point where my boyfriend at the time (now husband) could recite each and every story as if he had lived them himself.  It has been a while since we have sat around and talked about Scotland.  My sister and I have both grown up, graduated college, gotten married, got jobs.  We have our own lives and Sunday lunch is now spent at geographically convenient restaurants within driving distance of church.  There aren't many stories about Scotland anymore.  i guess after 17 years, you've retold them so much that don't need re-telling anymore.  Or maybe we're just waiting on a fresh set of ears to fill with our laughter.  Today, I had a moment which has brought me to this blog.  Went up to my room to change and the radio was on.  They started playing What's Up by 4 Non-Blondes.  This was one of the few songs playing on the radio in our nearly empty house the day we arrived at our house in Inverbervie.  My dad had gone ahead of us on orders, but my mom, sister, and I stayed state-side to finish school.  My dad received the house just before we got there and we had rental furniture from the base until our stuff arrived.  It was such a big open house (at least it seemed like it) and the windows were open and there was a radio sitting on the counter between the dining room and kitchen and while I was scared to be starting over in a new school, in a new county no less, i was excited too.  And this song was playing on the radio.  It was one of those songs that sticks with you, ya know?  I've got it playing right now, in fact, and I'm crying.  Funny how such a short time can mean so much in your life.  I still have FB friends that I hope remember those times as fondly as I do.  If you're reading, I know we don't talk much, but I miss you all and those times so much!!

To my Scottish friends, I'm not sure what kind of impression I left with you all or how you remember me, but you all will always be my best friend, my book-swap friend, the quiet girl that I never quite got to know, and of course, and this is no secret to any of you all, that gorgeous guy across the street that i spent endless hours sitting on the wall in front of my house just waiting to catch a glimpse of, or even better, get said 'hi' to!  You all are forever in my heart.

To my Edzell-lites, i'll always remember Halsey, the sneaking behind the school to watch a certain someone kiss someone (because that was huge thrill for a bunch of middle schoolers), the walks to the deli, the YAC, roller skating, the slam books, the 'riot' at lunch, softball, bike-a-thons, the hideaway, concerts, and the list goes on.  I try not to remember so much of the drama.  It was a small base and we are all forever connected.  Amazing to think most have kids now!  I will treasure you all forever!

Ok, one of my sappier blogs, but I just felt it today and now that I've had a good cry, I will leave you for tonight!

Cheerio! (and corn flakes too!)


  1. As I am writing to my children this year in the challenge, almost all of my posts have a sappy note. Nothing wrong with remembering things fondly. -
    Life & Faith in Caneyhead

  2. It's amazing the stories that get told around the dinner table. For us it was stories of my parents in Africa - my dad's work and how my mum got there so they could get married. Now I'm writing them up for a book and I find my brother remembers things slightly differently! I pity any kids that don't have family mealtimes and the chance to share these stories, or make up their own.
    Happy A to Z-ing
    Jemima at Jemima's blog