Quotes About Tradition

According to the vicar, many of the local folk thought the War was due in part to people turning away from their roots and omitting to take proper precautions, such as burying a sacrifice under the foundation, that is, or burning fishes' bones on the hearth—except haddocks, of course," he added, happily distracted. "You never burn a haddock's bones—did you know?—or you'll never catch another. Always bury the bones of a haddock instead.

And it was, as Dougal explained, convenient to the pillory, a homely wooden contraption that stood on a small stone plinth in the center of the square, adjacent to the wooden stake used—with thrifty economy of purpose—as whipping post, maypole, flagstaff and horse tether, depending upon requirements.

Just as my grandmother taught me, and her grandmother before her.

Aye. Fionn and the Feinn, ye ken." "Gaelic folktales

Highland Clans office

MacNeill of Barra Meadows

I baptize thee, Germain Alexander Claudel MacKenzie Fraser, in the Name of the Father, the Son, and the Holy Ghost, Amen.

I had a sudden memory of the waulking shed, where the women sat in two facing rows, barefooted and bare-armed in their oldest clothes, bracing themselves against the walls as they thrust with their feet against the long, sodden worm of woolen cloth, battering it into the tight, felted weave that would repel Highland mists and even light rain, keeping the wearer safe from the chill.

Sassenach, ¿sabías que algunos creen que la última persona que yace en un cementerio se convierte en su guardián? Debe montar guardia hasta que muere otra persona y ocupa su lugar... Sólo entonces puede descansar.

Well," I said, "he drinks a bit. And he's rather fond of sheep. But he might remember the words to the wedding ceremony.

MISCHIANZA May 18, 1778 Walnut Grove, Pennsylvania

The Indian was a gentleman named Sequoyah, somewhat older than the young Wilsons and their friends. He nodded soberly to Jamie, and swinging the bundle off his shoulder, laid it on the ground at Jamie's feet, saying something in Cherokee.

We keep it so to remember," he said. "To show to the weans, and tell them when they ask—this is what the English are.

Bell, book, and candle," he said, his eyes still on my face, and not without sympathy. "What?" "Ring the bell, close the book, quench the candle," he said quietly, and touched the paper on my knee. "It's the rite of excommunication and anathema, Sassenach—and that's what I have done.

Mr. Bodley was already tottering toward them under the weight of a tea tray laden with seedcake, sponge cake, strawberry jam, marmalade, hot buttered crumpets in a basket wrapped in white linen, scones, clotted cream, almond biscuits, sardines on toast, a pot of beans baked with bacon and onion, a plate of sliced ham with gherkins, a bottle of brandy with two glasses, and—perhaps as an afterthought—a steaming teapot with two china cups and saucers alongside.

I'll start wi' Ian," he said, picking up the

I'm incredibly close to my family and I think family is such an important thing, in Asian culture especially.

Being associated with Malabar Gold has been wonderful, a relationship which is close to my heart with moments that are special to every Indian.

Wearing the sari, adhering to the parda system and all those things are really taxing. After wearing a woman's attire, I came to understand what they go through daily.

I was always attracted to the past as a kid.

I'm attracted to the past.

This game is something Australians really look forward to.

My place in New York is very authentic, very old New York. I love old New York.

People love culture and authenticity.