I love Scotland! I was there after WWII. Went over from Virginia via freighter to Edinburgh for my father to get his PHD. We lived there for about a year while he studied, lived in a tiny appt with coal heat and very little coal available. No sugar. No or little milk. I was 1 year old and began speaking with a very, thick Scotish brogue, I still revert to if ever around a Scot. I suppose I can say it's my original language, although I never spoke Celtic as far as I know! My nanny taught me to talk and took good care of me while we were there.

Mom often gave me her ration of food for the day. Unbelieveable how difficult that time was for your country. She got pheumonia on the trip home and almost died, from malnutrition. I wore a kilt, Monroe Clan, and wore it in the US after getting home. To school. Also, a little cap? I still have and occasionally use the tea coaster Mom got while there. I do love my tea......

Dad went back to Edin. to receive some kind of recognition and I was very sad I couldn't travel with him. What a lovely country! Blessings, Elizabeth