Sláinte is the basic form in Irish Gaelic. Variations of this toast includesláinte mhaith "good health" in Irish (mhaith being the lenited form of maith "good"). The basic Scottish Gaelic equivalent is slàinte (mhath) (same meaning) to which the normal response is do dheagh shlàinte "your good health".
When you are 100 percent pure sLOVEnian a/k/a BoJon and you marry an Irishman things can get interesting! I did 31 days of My BoJon Heritage last July 2015 and decided to rekindle that experience and try to post each day here at my blog. With all the sadness in our world today and the political hatefulness surrounding the candidates and the social media sites I am steering clear of all of that for honoring my heritage here. It is not fair that I should share my heritage and not my honey's. Now his mother was a Heinz 57 mix of this and that and the other and because I was so close to my late father-in-law and he always loved and supported me, I decided to go with his heritage. I R I S H! One hundred percent pure. The people who lived through the Irish Potato Famine. The people who came to America to be shunned and slighted like the Jews and other ethnic groups. My father-in-law was a storyteller and he could spin a yard with the best of the storytellers. He grew up in Arkansas. Until the day he died he would say, in his best Arkansas drawl, "Let me tell you, Euell Gibbons use to do commericals for Post Bran cereal and he would say, tastes like wild hickory nuts!" Grandpa Carl as he was fondly known to our children, would say "Ole Euell Gibbons was a darned liar, wild hickory nuts taste like dirt!"
My hubby loves this candid shot of his late dad. Look at that green grass. He worked three and four jobs at a time and went to school so he could support his phamily. He never complained. He grew up as an orphan. He was the middle child of three youngsters who lost their parents when Carl was three, his older sister Hazel was five and their little brother Allen was one. Raised by their grandparents who lived in Kansas until they passed away they were taken in by a mean ole aunt who wanted only the government monies provided for taking in such relatives. His life with her was so awful he ran away at age 14 and joined the U S Navy, lying about his age to join! By the time he was 20 years old he had been in 5 out of seven seas, and nearly all the continents. He did not wish to travel after his Naval service ended. He felt he had seen enough of the world.
This photo of Carl Thomas Robinson in his days at the Colorado Fuel and Iron Corporation. My hubby is so blessed, he has his father's brass check and other wonderful memories of his dad. This man was a godly person, who ran his bible and knew and trusted Jesus Christ. He was double jointed so he did this little thing with his knuckles on the living room floor and my kids would go wild with delight! Once when Rebekah was quite small she came home and said I want to sing you a song my grandpa Carl taught me. She belted out these words: If the ocean were whiskey, and I was a duck, I would swim to the bottom and drink it all up! (Hiccup Hiccup)! As you can imagine, I am sure this was an old Navy song they sang aboard the submarine he worked on.
Avery Allen Robinson was the father of our dear Carl Robinson. He passed away from complications of diabetes when he was 32 years old. The genes are striking and they are shared with my husband and youngest son Nick.
Avery A Robinson and Ivy Murphy were both very young when they passed away. Ivy was a school teacher. This is the only photo we have of them together.
Our heritage is so important in our lives, even if you just want to know the medical history that can be helpful to you later on, your heritage is an important part of your life.
I love this cat's message. He is a strikingly handsome feline and I love the way his paw is turned upward. I have a friend who is a Trekkie and you would never know it. Silly girl.
Stop by Sandee's and say Aw...Monday.
9/6/2015 - a sky shoy. Love the blue in the skies.
Blue water and blue skies. This was taken at Margaret Carpenter Open Spaces. Visit Jeanne and share some blue for Blue Monday.
We don't have a motorcycle but my son-in-law has a big Harley. It is a fun way to enjoy the sights. But the traffic is overwhelming an you really have to pray hard and be careful.
Maxine always has a bit of fun to throw our way. Like Maxine, I love apple pie too. But you have to watch that extra crust!
I'll be back tomorrow to continue my new 31 days of my heritage. I am just wondering how August came around so quickly?
When you are 100 percent pure sLOVEnian a/k/a BoJon and you marry an Irishman things can get interesting! I did 31 days of My BoJon Heritage last July 2015 and decided to rekindle that experience and try to post each day here at my blog. With all the sadness in our world today and the political hatefulness surrounding the candidates and the social media sites I am steering clear of all of that for honoring my heritage here. It is not fair that I should share my heritage and not my honey's. Now his mother was a Heinz 57 mix of this and that and the other and because I was so close to my late father-in-law and he always loved and supported me, I decided to go with his heritage. I R I S H! One hundred percent pure. The people who lived through the Irish Potato Famine. The people who came to America to be shunned and slighted like the Jews and other ethnic groups. My father-in-law was a storyteller and he could spin a yard with the best of the storytellers. He grew up in Arkansas. Until the day he died he would say, in his best Arkansas drawl, "Let me tell you, Euell Gibbons use to do commericals for Post Bran cereal and he would say, tastes like wild hickory nuts!" Grandpa Carl as he was fondly known to our children, would say "Ole Euell Gibbons was a darned liar, wild hickory nuts taste like dirt!"
This photo of Carl Thomas Robinson in his days at the Colorado Fuel and Iron Corporation. My hubby is so blessed, he has his father's brass check and other wonderful memories of his dad. This man was a godly person, who ran his bible and knew and trusted Jesus Christ. He was double jointed so he did this little thing with his knuckles on the living room floor and my kids would go wild with delight! Once when Rebekah was quite small she came home and said I want to sing you a song my grandpa Carl taught me. She belted out these words: If the ocean were whiskey, and I was a duck, I would swim to the bottom and drink it all up! (Hiccup Hiccup)! As you can imagine, I am sure this was an old Navy song they sang aboard the submarine he worked on.
Stop by Sandee's and say Aw...Monday.
5 comments:
I have Irish heritage on my father's side, Anne! My Dad lost his father when he was only 3 years old so we unfortunately do not know too much about him or that side of the family. I really wish I knew more. My father's mother never remarried and life was tough as it was the depression and they lived in a coal town in PA. Life was so hard back then and our family's sacrifices have helped us have a better life.
Hope you had a wonderful July and that you will enjoy August--summer passes so quickly!
What a lovely piece of history about your family.
Loved the kitty too. A huge Awww.
Have a purrfect Awww Monday Anne. Big hug. ♥♥♥
I am basically Irish, Scottish and English.....love your posts!
A sweet, hard-working man! Thank you for 'introducing' us, Anne. I shudder to think what many of today's young men (and women) would do in similar circumstances. Big Brother seems determined to turn the disadvantaged into a state of codependency.
Cute, cute story about Rebekah's song. :)
Love your blues, have a great week!
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