#Gaelic Proverbs

[sierrawitch]

A’chungaidh leighis is goirte, ‘Si is moth’ tha deaneamh feum.

(The medicine that hurts most is usually the one that’s needed most.)

T.D. MacDonald

[harkthorn]

Is toil leam an seanfhacal seo gu mòr

[verecunda]

I've been flicking through Gaelic Proverbs and Proverbial Sayings (1926) by T. D. MacDonald, and there are some crackers, especially when it comes to the clans.

Leathaineach gun bhòsd Dòmhnullach gun tapadh, Is Caimbeulach gun mhòr-chuis, Tri nithean tha ainemh. A MacLean without boast, A MacDonald without cleverness, A Campbell without pride- Three rarities.

Heh.

Spagadagliog Chloinn Dòmhnuill, Agus leòm nan Leathainich The MacDonald swagger, And the MacLean airs.

So, what I'm getting is that the MacDonalds and MacLeans were all gallus bastards. XD

Cha bhi gean air Granndaich gus am faigh iad lìte. Grants are never gracious till they get their porridge.

Not morning people, then? (Me neither.)

Camaranaich bhog an ime is sliomaran a chàise. The Camerons - soft as butter and fawning for cheese.

WHAT DOES THIS MEAN?? Would be great to work into a Heron fic!

And, oh, I am definitely working this into a Kidnapped fic somewhere:

Stiùbhairtich, cinne nan righ ’s nan ceàird. Stewarts, the race of kings and tinkers.

I guess there must've been lots of Stewarts who went around reminding everyone that they bear A King's Name™. :D

[grogusmum]

FEBRUARY: In The Belly

A Hedge Witch and the Mercenary Story for Imbolc

PERO X F!READER (nicknamed reader)

WORD COUNT: 1700ish

RATED: M

SUMMARY: This is a one-shot for The Hedge Witch and the Mercenary series, though, I don't think you have to read the entire series to enjoy this fic. If you care to read the series here is a link to the series masterlist

Pero and his hedge witch, Mariposa are ready for Imbolc and for the babies conceived on last Beltane to arrive.

WARNINGS: pregnancy, beginnings of labor

A/N: Here is the February installment of The Wheel of the Year, my theme for @yearofcreation2023. Organized by the effervescent @oonajaeadira and @writeforfandoms February brings us the funny little holiday of Imbolc, living on today for non-pagans as Groundhog Day, Candlemas, and St Brigit's Day. Very like Groundhog Day it is all about the anticipation of spring- including prognosticating when spring will arrive. Included is a Gaelic proverb from Scotland.

Pero returned to the cottage, after stacking newly split wood under the shelter he built in the fall, arms full of firewood. He was proud of the structure, not only for its sturdiness but the idea- close to the home easy to get, even in poor weather. Keeping the crickets and other insects outside all the while keeping it dry.

“It is still light out,” he remarked, shutting the wind outside the door.

“So it is!” Your belly was full and round, the rite of Beltane having done its work. “Spring is truly on the way, husband.”

“The lambs will be here any day,” Pero grunted as he dumped the wood on the hearth. 

“This is good, we'll be able to milk the ewe and make cheese.” You said with a sigh, food stores were low and three feet of snow sat resolute on the ground. “We need to give an offering to Brigid at the well tonight, for tomorrow is Imbolc, my love.”

“I will do this, Mariposa. You, too, are due any day.”

You raised an eyebrow- 

“Pero you have cleared a path to the well, I can get there.”

Pero came to your rocking chair, placed a slow kiss on the top of your head then knelt before you. His hand found your belly and a kick from within responded. You both smiled looking down as if you could see the culprit. 

“Mi hermosa brujita, mother of my children,” Pero placed an open mouth lingering kiss on yours; it made you ache for more, “you are your own worst midwife, she has told you you must be in bed, not even in your chair, let alone at the well in the snow.” 

You rolled your eyes and let Pero help you up. You were big. You and the midwife both knew there was more than one child to be born, though no one would have guessed three. You laughed as you waddled to your cozy tick. Pero set you up so you could sit, wrapping a wool blanket around you and covering you in fur. Then he gave your belly a kiss and rested his head there, murmuring sweet nothings to the little ones in his native tongue. Then his dark eyes met yours -

“Do you have everything ready?”

“Aye,” you sighed, “All but the wash tub.”

“I will bring it in so we may start to fill it, Mariposa,” Pero smiled. “But you will stay right where you are.”  This was his favorite part of the Rites to Brigid. When you had told him that you would bathe each other, he was concerned that it was to be a sponge bath as it was on Beltane, the cottage was warm, but one finds every draft when standing undressed and wet, it would have to be rushed. But you assured him you would use the beautiful tub he had traded for in the fall. 

“Very well,” you smiled knowing Pero loved caring for you.

You finished weaving a straw Brigid’s cross and a dolly from the bed while Pero brought in the tub and snow to heat over the fire, it would take some time, but well worth it.

Pero listened carefully to all your directions, he took the basket full of items he would need to take outside, and tried not to show any nervousness about doing the rituals himself. Of course, you did your best to instill confidence, telling him you had complete faith in him. And if the faeries did not turn him into a boar already, they were not going to tonight. 

He began by hanging the cross over the door, and with a quick look back and a finger pointed at you to stay put, he set off. Needless to say, you snuck out of bed only a moment or two after he left, but only to move the heated water to the tub and place more melted snow on the hook arm in the fire. Then you set the cradle Pero had built next to the hearth and slipped back in bed. You picked up some of your handwork and waited.

Pero had very specific instructions. First, he laid a bundle of slit logs and sticks on his ax yard stump - an offering for Cailleach (kəˈlʲax) the crone who is nearing the end of her reign-

“For your hearth Cailleach, may you rest and allow for an early end to winter.”   

Pero approached the well, looking around as if to make sure he was alone. Then walked sunwise around it. The blessing he learned only a murmur at first but gained strength as he went-

“Thig an nathair as an toll

Là donn Brìde,

Ged robh trì troighean dhen t-sneachd

Air leac an làir.”

(The serpent will come from the hole

On the brown Day of Brigid,

Though there should be three feet of snow

On the flat surface of the ground.)

“Brigid, blazing in the darkness of winter,

keeper of the flame

We honor you, light bringer,

healer; exalted one.”

He set out the loaf of bread with honey and a cup of mead, then continued -

“Bless us now, hearth mother,

that we may be as fruitful as the very soil,

and our lives as abundant.”

Then Pero left the path, stepping up on the deep snow. He settled his weight finding the snow can hold him, only sinking a few inches. He walked over to the sleeping apple tree, one of the reasons you and Pero chose this spot for your home, and tied a strip of linen to a limb.

Then clasped his hands and said his own prayer.

“Please.” Pero began, his voice hitched slightly, “please keep my mariposa safe when she bares our babies. Brigid, Good Neighbors… God- whomever, all of you…”

Pero could feel his ire going up, transforming his fear into anger at whatever powers might be listening as if he could hear them making excuses not to grant his plea. But wisely, he ended his “prayer” quickly as he was close to giving them an ultimatum. Instead, he took a breath and gave his thanks for you, this life he never thought he deserved, and the babies that were to come. His last task was to hang up some clothes for blessing, but before he moved to hang them he heard the low of the pregnant ewe, not in the stable but by the well reaching with her mouth for the bread.

“Mama, what are you doing here?” Pero looked around, wondering how she could have gotten out there so suddenly, as he approached the sheep. After all, she was almost as wide as she was long. The sheep waited, her calm eyes on him. 

“This is no food for sheep, sí?” he admonished. 

She bleated her own admonishments in return. 

Pero looked around, thinking of all you had taught him of the old gods, of the fae, and he took a piece of the honeyed bread and gave it to her.

“There you are, mama. Now let's get you back where you can rest.” He led her back to the stable and added some straw to her bed before heading back to the house. He heard some voices and something moved in his periphery. He did his best not to smirk, but to his ears, they seemed pleased. 

Finally, he returned to the warmth of the house, and you- his home.

He swung open the door, sure he would catch you out of bed, but you looked at him innocently from the bedstead.

Pero made no mention of the water he could see had been moved, nor the stool with a pitcher, washcloth, and soap. The two lengths of linen from Beltane were now warming by the fire. He finished the job, filling the large tub with melted hot snow and adding more. 

After the water was ready he came to the bed. 

“Come, mi vida,” he said his voice low. He helped you out of bed and out of your shift, and you helped him out of his shirt and unlaced his britches. The firelight set a warm glow on your bodies, Pero wondered if he would ever stop being in awe of yours.

As you stepped into the tub, you let out a sigh, Pero settled you in before climbing in himself. His eyes on you were worshipful. He loved every change your body has gone through, your belly rounding like the moon, your breasts swelling with pre-milk to nourish your babies, his babies, our babies. He knew he would love your body after. He could not ever imagine not wanting his hands on you at all the time. Pero pulled you forward so he could tuck in behind you. 

You reached for the small pitcher and poured a thick liquid into the tub. As Pero reached for the washcloth and soap, he began washing your shoulders, neck, and back.

“What potion is that, Mariposa?”

“Ewe’s first milk, sacred to Brigid, good for purifying baths,” you said simply.

“That reminds me, the ewe was by the well.”

“Matilda? When?” making a small splash as you turned to look at him.

“Yes, she just appeared after I said the blessing,” Pero said with as much curiosity as one might have if they saw the baker outside his shop in the village. 

“Auspicious,” you mused, smiling.

“I gave her some bread,” Pero began washing your front, his arm wrapping around you. You could hear he was pleased with himself.

“Good,” you smiled, looking over your shoulder at him, “Brigid will be pleased.” Your kiss on his cheek was interrupted by a small moan as he paid special attention to your breasts. Circling gently as he knew they were tender at this point. He kissed your neck, and your moan turned to a groan. This sent a zing of excitement down his spine. His kiss turned to a bite, but you stiffened in a way that did not seem right. You were still a stone -

“Marimosa?” 

Your hands went to your belly, and Pero knew. You had talked to Pero, and so did Yedda, the midwife, assuring him that at the very start of labor, you had time for him to ride to Yedda’s village and back. He was sorry you did not have time to enjoy your bath, but he knew what to do. 

“I think it is time, Pero. You are soon to become a papa!” you smiled.

THANK YOU FOR READING! 💚 HAPPY IMBOLC!

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[ceekbee]

Xtra Thoughts

June 19

“Praying is asking God for help, meditating is listening for God’s answer.” “Keep trying” is the rule that must be followed to become successful in anything.”

It isn’t “me” and “you” anymore; it’s “we” and “us.” I get drunk. We stay sober! It’s a we program.

“The way to develop the best that is in a man is by appreciation and encouragement.”

–Charles Schwab

As thou valuest thyself, others will esteem thee.

–Gaelic Proverb

[eaglesnick]

“There is no greater fraud than a broken promise.”  Gaelic Proverb

Unelected Rishi Sunak has delivered his first Conservative Party Conference speech and while the media concentrates on the scrapping of HS2, cigarette sale bans and changes to higher education, what is really of importance is what Sunak left out of his speech.

Lets take one issue as an example. There was no mention of a long-term plan for social care. In fact, the words “social care” were only mentioned twice in his speech, once to recognise their unselfish work looking after patients during the pandemic, and once to say the Tories are spending more money than ever on social care provision.

The Prime Minister gave his speech in Manchester, a city not only now the casualty of Sunak’s scrapping of HS2 but also of a disintegrating social care system.

'Loyalty payments of £2,000' and recruitment from South Africa: Greater Manchester's social care crisis and the millions spent fixing it."  (Manchester Evening News: 01/10/23)

Instead of promising to spend billions of pounds on reorganising higher education, a system that isn’t really broken, he should have concentrated on fixing the nations failing social care system.

But that is not what Sunak is about. What Sunak really excels at is breaking former pledges. Just like he scrapped the pledge of former Conservative Prime Ministers to complete HS2, so he is scrapping former promises to reform the social care system

“Social care promise in doubt as Rishi Sunak ‘to delay cap on costs until 2025'. PM said to have asked for an ‘indefinite delay’ to flagship Tory pledge.” (Independent: 10/11/22)

Far from a Prime Minister who “gets things done", he is a man who repeatedly breaks promises made by his Tory predecessors. He is a man who repeatedly promises jam tomorrow, but only at the expense of no jam today because as we all know tomorrow never comes.

[theantarwitch]

Mahō Tsukai no Yome/ The Ancient Magus Bride: When an anime show witchcraft in the good way.

I will slide a little of my usual crap for this time. 

“The humanity still remembers the sounds that filled their bodies even before than language. The Magic is the same. Listen what’s around you and extend your hand, you still remember…”

Besides being a witch, I’m also pretty much a mild otaku (I take baths, I swear), so when I was looking for what else to watch, I stumble with this one. The resume I read looked not too good for my taste, but I thought “Well, it have a witch theme, let’s give it a try” and OH BOY WHY IN THE WITCH COMMUNITY THEY DON’T MENTION THIS SERIE AS A MUST TO WATCH?

I will not enter in details about how the characters are made or the music (even when I will mention that the art is visually BEAUTIFUL and the songs will make you cry a dozen times, because yes, you will cry a ton) and I will focus this review with the witch side.

First, I can tell you that a good percentage of the magical lore is pretty ACCURATE. From creatures, myths, material, ingredients, techniques, all. IS WAY TOO ACCURATE, it let me think that the writer has a witch near to learn about these shits. It doesn’t fall into the “lol I can make magic haha let’s open a portal and will have no logical reason and I will not even get tired”, is a “witchcraft is a craft and you need to study, practice and follow some principles, plus rest after do it”. Fuck hell, a lot of times is teaching us to not underestimate ourself and learn, but also to not do stupid things if you don’t know a shit. Plus each chapter start with a “folk proverb”, which add a pretty touch to the theme.

It mentions fairies, with her “real” rules we usually know. It teaches us to differentiate between witchcraft and mages, speaks about the ancient lore of England, Celtic culture and even Nordic songs (maybe? Is nothing official but have Nordic words and Gaelic music so lol?), the Wandering Jew, alchemy, yule, herbs, Morrigan, the church grim, hag stones, fluorite, types of wood, wyverns, familiars, wands, crystals, charging, witches, covens, crafting, fatuos, sacrifices, selkies, elves … Damn, even in some point she makes a spell against nightmares with lavender, like YES!!.

The characters speak also a lot of the witch “spirit”, you know, the respect for the naturel, the elements, the way we use magic, all the spiritual thing that cross us, the interconnectivity of the world, in such delicate and beautiful way that make you re watch your own witchy path with fresh eyes. The majority of the teachings that the “wiser” characters say, seems not even to being directed to the protagonist, but to OURSELVES. They are teaching US.

“Underestimating oneself, as if you were disposable, is like saying that those one has saved are useless”

In some point a fairy mention to a priest that he adores “another god” as if all the deities of the world exist at the same time, you know, as we all know here!

Elias, the character, is by himself a mix of stuffs! He usually wear a veil to not scare others but, we know to what else a mage would use a veil, right? He also carries a cane that bears a resemblance with the Egyptian Was scepter. His face is very similar to what we know as the “goat face” or the head of Baphomet.

And anyone who ever has or have a Patron will probably say that Elias, in some points, remember us about them. By the energy, the mysterious way to speak and act, by the strange love that come from beings that are beyond our comprehension.

Besides all that, the story is phenomenal and touch death in so many artistic ways that is almost a thesis of the process of life and death. Death as a natural path where everyone will fall, death as a tragedy, death as a process, death as a rule, death as a memory, a trauma, a lost, a desire, death as a body, death as a soul.

Not even mention how, in a subtle way, show us about PTSD, suicide and depression, how slowly heal from traumatic events, how grow and take healthy coping mechanisms; how a person under a traumatic past can get numb to the point that everything seems bland and pointless, about codependency, grief, move on. Is a book about psychology and witchcraft with pretty stuffs in the middle.

“You think that by destroying yourself you will earn the right to stay here”

A huge NOPE: It have a hint of Antisemitism. The main bad character is the Wandering Jew, and one of the “good” ones is a German scientist called Adolf Straud. Meanwhile, IRL existed Adolf Strauss, a German general from the Nazis. Like… I’m not saying is the same but… * cringes *

Of course, is not a manual, is an anime, it has a lot of nopes and mixed shit and stuffs that are obviously not accurate or right, but coming from a popular media, I think any witch with some basic experience and an open mind should take a look to this anime. With a small tw because it can fall a little into the gore and horror. But next to the usual Hollywood movies where witchcraft is more a show or the source of the darkness in a scary movie, is pretty good.

[ttaibhse]

🌙 ✌️ ☮️

i regret reblogging this theres too many favourite-choosing questoins. ok ill try

☾ : favourite word from your language: today's favourite word is one of the first gaelic words i ever learned - sgìth (sgee). which means tired

✌ : favourite proverb/saying from your language: thig crìoch air an t-saoghal, ach mairidh gaol is ceòl - the world will come to an end but love and music will endure. cheesy i know but it's so nice

☮ : translate the first lines of your favourite song in your language: chan eil thu an seo leat fhèin / leig leam an sàmhchas cliobach seo bhriseadh

[ashleysingermfablog]

Wk 00, 2nd of November, 2024

I picked up the vinyl from Make Shop on Kroad.

Catalogue inspiration that I am gathering for formatting and adjusting my catalogue. I like the idea of having a smaller booklet with some poem inside the larger catalogue with works, so they can be read together. I am currently collating some poems that I have done from across the year and focusing on ones that include Celtic languages (some Welsh proverbs and some Gaelic phrases) and some sentimental/earnest sentiments in English, as well as including the small spiral work I did using text.

I am making two small booklets to slot into my catalogue, one that examines my own garden and clootie tree/outdoor arrangement I did in it.

and a collection of a couple poems and translations.

these are the pictures that document the sculptural installation in my garden taken on 35mm film. I did the outdoor arrangement using a common medium for me when working outdoors: found garden pebbles. The shape I made is the symbol of two joining spirals, that reference energy connecting, perhaps references a connecting of two places- my mahi in Aotearoa and the indigenous knowledge from Wales Cymru.

[rockinnews]

Abi Gale y Tangerine Flavour confirmados en el Liruprint Fest

Se acerca el buen tiempo y la llegada de los primeros festivales no se hace de esperar. Uno de los que acaba de mostrar su cartel es el Liruprint Fest, que por segundo año se celebra en la localidad conquense de Motilla del Palancar. Dos días llenos de folk rock en vivo, malabaristas, magos y una deliciosa oferta gastron��mica están listos para hacer de este evento una experiencia inolvidable y en el cual podremos disfrutar de dos de nuestras bandas, concretamente Abi Gale y Tangerine Flavour, quienes estarán tocando en el escenario Exterior el viernes 24 en horario de tarde.

La toledana Abi Gale sigue presentando su último single ¨A Gaelic proverb¨. Un tema donde descubrimos todo lo positivo que tiene la música de Abi Gale, ya sea por escuchar sus canciones o quizás por la capacidad que tiene de hacernos volar a parajes que ni siquiera hemos visitado. Con su facilidad innata de crear universos sonoros y de tender hacia nosotros imágenes de los lugares donde ambienta sus canciones, la toledana Abi Gale nos muestra de una manera cálida y sencilla todo lo bueno de la cultura escocesa. Un single que nos sigue mostrando a una artista con un enorme talento y que pone el corazón en cada una de las composiciones que muestra.

Desde 2019, Abi Gale ha conquistado escenarios nacionales e internacionales con su cautivadora música y su presencia enérgica. Ahora, tras presentar una serie de éxitos, Abi Gale está lista para sorprendernos con nuevas melodías que prometen ser un verdadero torbellino de emociones. Con un estilo único y una voz envolvente.

Por su parte los madrileños Tangerine Flavour siguen presentando su disco ¨Space Cowboy¨en festivales. Después de ser confirmados en la nueva edición del Agallón Rock, llega el momento de poder disfrutar de estos veinte himnos en la segunda edición del Liruprint Fest. Un disco doble conformado por veinte canciones, un rara Avis para los tiempos que corren y que no hacen más que confirmar a la banda como uno de esos proyectos que siguen respetando a la música. Space Cowboy ha sido producido por elmítico Paco Loco y masterizado por el ganador del Latin Grammy Mario G. Alberni y que sale bajo el sello MusicHunters Records. 

Tangerine Flavour se están caracterizando por mostrarnos su lado más versátil y maduro. En estas 20 canciones la banda recorre todas sus facetas y estilos. Canciones de rock clásico, country y americana music se unen al blues y soul y a piezas experimentales y de tintes jazz. El inglés predomina, pero también aparece el castellano, el portugués e incluso el francés, poniendo de manifiesto ese lado multicultural del grupo con integrantes de varios continentes.

[guiadelrock]

F.A.C.M.A Fest presenta su primera edición

Andaba toda la comunidad alborotada por la llegada de la primera edición del F.A.C.M.A Fest, un festival que en las últimas semanas fue moviendo el avispero en redes sociales con una propuesta que se mueve entre el folk, la música Americana y el Country. Pues bien, damas y caballeros, la espera ha llegado a su fin y por fin se ha desvelado el secreto que guardaba el cartel de la primera edición de este pintoresco festival, el cual se celebrara el próximo 20 de abril en la sala Más Música (C/Río Esta 29) de Ávila.

Una primera edición donde nos encontraremos con proyectos ya consagrados como Tangerine Flavour o Abi Gale, con otros que vienen pegando fuerte como el granadino Javi Tejero y dos proyectos musicales locales de una calidad enorme como son Franky Moy y Creaky Barstools, quienes traerán hasta el mismísimo Ávila el espíritu de Neil Young. Todo ello adecentado con la mejor música de raíces norteamericana de la mano de Óscar Ruta Al Rock, quien estará pinchando los mejores temazos desde la cabina de Dj, haciendo de la tarde/noche del 20 de abril aún mucho más mágica y especial.

COMPRA TUS ENTRADAS EN WOUTICK

Los madrileños Tangerine Flavour estarán presentando las canciones de ¨Space Cowboy¨, el tercer disco de la bandas y quizás su trabajo más versátil y maduro. Canciones de rock clásico, country y americana music se unen al blues y soul y a piezas experimentales y de tintes jazz. Producido por el mítico Paco Loco y masterizado por el ganador del Latin Grammy Mario G. Alberni y que sale bajo el sello MusicHunters Records.

La toledana Abi Gale llega en plena forma a la cita del F.A.C.M.A. La artista esta presentando ¨A Gaelic proverb¨, su último single, en el cual descubrimos todo lo positivo que tiene la música de Abi Gale. Con su facilidad innata de crear universos sonoros y de tender hacia nosotros imágenes de los lugares donde ambienta sus canciones, Abi Gale nos muestra de una manera cálida y sencilla todo lo bueno de la cultura escocesa. Un single que nos sigue mostrando a una artista con un enorme talento y que pone el corazón en cada una de las composiciones que muestra.

Javi Tejero llegará a Ávila para presentar las canciones de ¨Minnesota, su nuevo disco. El artista granadino destila elegancia por los cuatro costados, mezclada con ese toque de música de raíces norteamericana y canción de autor nacional. Una mezcla explosiva que nos hace disfrutar de un artista muy especial donde se unen a la perfección toques de rock, blues y folk, siendo estos estilos los caldos de cultivos perfectos para una carrera que poco a poco va en clara ascensión.

Jugando en casa y con el apoyo de unas canciones que te apabullan y te encandilan desde el primer acorde, nos encontramos con Franky Moy. Un artista elegante cuyas cuidadas canciones se mueven a la perfección por el folk y por la Americana. Sin duda un concierto para abrir una buena cerveza fría y disfrutar de la magia de un músico especial.

Pero si de músicos especiales hablamos no podemos dejar de lado a Creaky Barstools, quienes nos llevarán a la época dorada de Laurel Canyon recreando los temas míticos e imperecederos de Neil Young. Preparen bien sus voces ya que este concierto nos hará cantar hasta la última canción. 

[thatsastepladder]

Slight correction, the whole "blood of the covenant is thicker than water of the womb" thing is a backformation that's been promoted by modern authors, with no sources to back up their claim. In fact, the legitimacy of one of the authors is entirely in question, as in the same text, he lists the origin of the phrase "to butter someone up" as coming from the Tang Dynasty and originally referring to the Buddha.

The origin of this error seems to trace back to an 1885 text called The Blood Covenant by Henry Clay Trumbull, which had a chapter titled "Blood is Thicker Than Water" in which that particular phrase does not occur, nor does Trumbull suggest any sort of etymology for the phrase. Writers in the 1990s made assumptions to the contrary, and popularized this new folk etymology with no basis in reality.

The proverb itself appears to be Gaelic in origin, and dates back to at least the 1600s in its current form.

[daegu-flowjob]

Officially decided on my next tattoo!🩸🙌💧

And as it's (technically) a literary tattoo... I guess it's going on my gaelic proverb arm instead on my ateez quote arm. ☺️

I'll probably see how I feel over the next few weeks and if I'm doing okay I'll book it in...🩷

[togachipblog]

Never let the truth get in the way of a good story

There are a lot of theories regarding the invention of the potato chip.  The most popular theory is that it was invented by a man named George Crum Speck who was part African American and part Native American at a restaurant named Moon's Lake House on Saratoga lake in saratoga Springs, NY in 1853.   During my presentation, I discuss Alternative Origins of the Saratoga Chip including the players, facts, mysteries and myths.  Toga Chip Daughter likes to tell people that it doesn't take me long to state that the origin of the potato chip is similar to the assassination of President Kennedy or thr death of Marilyn Monroe in that there are a lot of different theories and nobody knows for sure.   Below is an obituary of Hiram S. Thomas that claims the he was the inventor of the potato chip.  In fact, he worked at Moon's Lake House after George Crum Speck left to start his own restaurant, and, therefore, Hiram had nothing to do with the invention of the potato chip.  

Below is a photo of Dorothy Thompson, a retired Florida teacher, telling students in 1984 during a Black History Month celebration, that Hiram was the inventor of the potato chip in 1865. 

Most attribute the year of birth to 1853, twelve years earlier than Dorothy Thompson claims.   This may have been the original fake news.   As the old adage says: "Never let the truth get in the way of a good story."  

Read the article regarding whether the old adage "Never let the truth get in the way of a good story" is an old Irish proverb or a quote by Mark Twain.

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Enjoy the song by "Don't Let the Truth Get in the way of a good story" by Gaelic Storm. 

The Toga Chip Guy

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"Xtra Thoughts

June 19

“Praying is asking God for help, meditating is listening for God’s answer.” “Keep trying” is the rule that must be followed to become successful in anything.”

It isn’t “me” and “you” anymore; it’s “we” and “us.” I get drunk. We stay sober! It’s a we program.

“The way to develop the best that is in a man is by appreciation and encouragement.”

–Charles Schwab

As thou valuest thyself, others will esteem thee.

–Gaelic Proverb"

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GLÒIR MHILLIS A MHEALLAS AN T-AMADAN.

[Sweet words beguile a fool.]

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Bhon leabhar le T. D. MacDonald, "Gaelic Proverbs and Proverbial Sayings"

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