Clan Rose Hunting Tartan
I don’t know all that much about my mother’s ancestry except to say, from what I’ve been told, there is some English, but mostly Irish, and then, mostly Northern. So is much of my father’s ancestry on his mother’s side, Irish that is, but in his case, mostly Catholic. And then there is my father’s linage; my “sire-ship,” which is entirely Scottish. Highland clan, Scottish.
Clan Rose was sometimes in favor of unity with England, and sometimes in favor of independence. You get wishy-washy like that, you best be praising the good Lord there eventually was a place called “the new world” to run away to (other than France, I assume). To make matters more complicated for me, my father was a total and complete anglophile.
To say that I am feeling every one of my recently past relatives and our mutual ancestors turning in their graves, and, that I’m feeling very, very multiple personality-like tonight, would be accurate. I literally don’t know which way to turn.
So, I thank the Great Whomever that I ended up a multi-generational, died-in-the-wool colonialist. Otherwise, today’s vote for Scotland to secede or not to secede would be a very difficult tug-o-war to have to endure. If Scotland stays with Mother England, whatever. It seemed to work, one way or the other, for not only the past 300 years, but off-and-on before that. If they do split, well, all I can say, as an American, is…it will be rough at first, and probably for a good long while, but you’ll get the hang of it. Eventually.