A Catholic mother of four continues to learn about life as a Navy wife, working mother, and writer.
Tuesday, March 22, 2011
This language echoes in my soul, even as I never learned to speak it. My grandfather spoke Gaelic as a young man, but never taught his own children. I still remember him calling me "di dunn broayagh" or "little brown maiden" as a child.
I sometimes think it is a shame my children know little of their heritage as half-Cape Bretoners. Instead, they are wee Canadians to the core.
Minimize the window and just listen to Mary Jane Lamond sing my heritage.