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I guess that includes me to. Is Sassenach mé. My only traceable Celtic links are through my mother's family, and her Scottish and Orcadian ancestors. However, when my coeliac disease was diagnose, I was asked if my family came from Western Ireland. I do have green/slate eyes, and freckles. But I have always liked Celtic music, Welsh, Scottish, and Irish. As a child, I shared the summer in Scotland with my brother, turn, and turn about, and always regretted it not being my year, and weeping when we had to return to dull old England. Wales never cast such a spell. I never felt welcome in Wales, and their friendship still feels like cupboard love. Ireland however came as a shock. It was almost like going home, and it still feels that way. The friendship, and yes, love, I feel there, from people who have the right to hate us Sassenach pigs always comes as a surprise, for though I experience it every day I am there, I still do not expect, or feel I deserve it. Coming to Ireland is like coming home.
As for the lubricating effects of Beer! I found that I could speak a fair amount of German after a few bevvies, but in reality, perhaps I was unaware of the drivvel I was uttering, and hence not embarrassed, or aware of the puzzelment of those trying politely to understand the drivvel.
The bottom line is, there are only two places where you can properly learn a language, and both are in the arms of a good woman!
Is mise, le meas, Deghebh.
_________________ Is mise, le meas, Deġeḃ. Is Sasanaċ mé. Tá beagán Gaoluinn agam. As Béarla: I see things differently. I see things other people can't see. Sometimes what I see is not there. Some people call me crazy, and some of them are right.
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