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James Batchelder's avatar

Well Eliane, your Haggis article brought a tear to my eye! As you know my Mum was Scottish, my Gram from Dundee and Grandfather from Froickheim, not far from Arbroath. I have been to a Robbie Burns night at the Andover Country Club in 1966 with my parents. It was always done by Andover's Clan Johnson which my uncles were members as were my grandparents. This was an adults event, no children in attendance. The clan also held events at the Mason's former "Square & Compas Club" on Elm Street. The haggis is an acquired taste, to be sure. It was a tad dry, that night, but it was the texture that I did not embrace. I had it again in Scotland, still a little mealie, but moist. Like Halley's Comet, I should be tired at least once every 72 years. As for the "Selkirk Grace", it was always said by my Mum at every special dinner, full brogue. A very special memory for me which I have not heard since her passing in 2011. The Scotts brought many of their traditions with them, but most are fading away with each new generation. One other was polishing the brass on your front door at the beginning of the new year. You could aways spot where they lived in town, by the shine on the doorknobs, kick plates or letter slots.

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Tom Adams's avatar

You betcha I have! Jolly fun it was, too! And as to the oft maligned haggis, personally, I can't get enough of the yummy stuff. I often sigh walking by the Swanson 'Hungry Man' case at Market Basket wondering if they've ever test marketed a haggis Hungry Man Dinner. Haggis, in my estimation, would answer Campbell Soup's long advertised question "How do you handle a hungry man" in but one word - with haggis!

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