when used to gift accomplishment* * *
Among the many warm thoughts of family on this Thanksgiving day, my mind has wandered back in time to my Great (times 5) Grandfather William, who was known as the “Scottish Rebel.” He was a Braveheart of his era, but thankfully wasn’t gutted; instead, when fifteen years old, he was captured after the battle of Culloden, spent a year in prison, and then sent to the Colonies (America) aboard a ship…to be sold on arrival as an indentured servant for a period of seven years. But not long after arriving in Virginia, he managed to escape into the woods, then headed for the ‘wilderness’ of North Carolina. Within two years he acquired land, married Rebecca (her last name remains uncertain), and began to farm and raise a family. In later years he served as an officer in the Revolutionary War, and thus achieved his teenage desire to finally rid his life (and land) of British rule.
When I think of William and Rebecca, I find myself wishing it were possible to reach through time and thank them personally (as I would so many others, before and after them)…for making it possible to be here with my family, enjoying yet another very special Thanksgiving Day!
(P.S. William lived to the age of 95…and I suspect he’d be pleased to see his Scot(ch) ‘attitude’ is still very much alive and well, as depicted in the following clip :-)
When the bellowing stops
what really counts
isn’t what’s said,
but shown below
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