Friday, April 12, 2019

On Checking the Radio Schedule

I'm sure the world is dying to know:  but, no, I missed Tosca last Saturday.   One thing and another had to be done late Saturday morning and early Saturday afternoon.

So.  What's on tomorrow?

More bloody Wagner.

The good news is I have a funeral to do tomorrow and I'd miss the Met broadcast anyway, whatever it was.  But next week is La Clemenza di Tito.    So God is merciful.  (Even more than Titus.)  If you're in the L.A. area  KUSC, 91.5 is the appropriate station.

[Apparently for reasons known only to himself and God,  Puccini loved Wagner's music, thought it was the best thing ever.  Fortunately, he continued to write like himself and not like, well, anyone else.  Especially Wagner.]


Thursday, April 04, 2019

Carmelite Hermits Need Your Help!

Saturday, March 30, 2019

Well, this has been a disappointing week

We've waited the requisite 10 days and the epidural has not “kicked in” and Mary's back pain remains. She has some tablets for the pain and they work.  Up to a point.   They take the edge off.  But she's still in pain most of the time.  The next visit with the doctor is this week and we'll discuss the next step.

Someone stole a couple of Mary's checks, washed out the payees, inserted a couple of aliases, and changed the amounts: one from $30 to $348 and one from $40 to $409.  An alert bank teller caught the $409 one before it could be cashed.  But the thief was successful with the $348 one.  It doesn't put us in the poor house but it is a bit of a nuisance.  We've had to spend a couple of hours at the bank closing the old account and opening a new one.  And then trying to deal – only occasionally successfully – with the outstanding checks and changing the direct deposits.  And there went a significant chunk of that week.  Not to mention missing band practice.

And then this morning one opens the internet to find that Hilary (the good one, not the evil one with double Ls, late of American politics) is bowing out of analyzing church and, sometimes, state.  I don't know how I'm going to find out what it is I think about things now.  Oh, all right.  I'm not quite that hopeless.  But she does have a wonderful way of making sense of things, of putting the pieces of the puzzle together.   Disappointing, as I said, but I do see her point.  Nine or ten years ago The Inn quoted an article in The Wanderer which, while not precisely on point, is I think relevant.  It's here.  It's pretty much the attitude and practice I try to follow.  I can hardly blame someone for doing something similar.  Though I shall miss her commentary.

And finally,  I sat down this morning in the big, black chair with a mug of coffee and twiddled the appropriate knobs on the Grundig for the Saturday Met broadcast.   But what did I hear? 

Hoyo to ho.

Bloody Wagner. 

I misread the schedule.  Tosca isn't until next week.

A very disappointing week indeed.

Tuesday, March 26, 2019

On Learning Something New Every Day

If you go here you'll find a comprehensive essay by Fr Z on just exactly when you're allowed to begin the Easter Vigil.   And end it, too.  Not only may you not start too early, i.e., pre-sunset, but you mustn't "go straight on 'til morning" either.  The details are at the link.

And why do I cite you to all this?  Because, as you ought to know by now, I find liturgical minutiae infinitely fascinating.  It's probably a character flaw but there you are.


Monday, March 25, 2019

Lady Day in Spring

Today 25 March is the feast of the Annunciation to Our Lady that she was to be the Mother of God -- if she would agree.  She did.  Fiat mihi secundum verbum tuum. . . .

Something on the day from Fr Phillip's page.

And from Mrs Vidal


Bishop Schneider: Spot On

If you haven't read Bishop Athanasius Schneider's essay "On the Question of a Heretical Pope", which you can find here, you really ought to.  As a practical matter, it says all there is to say about the matter.

Steve Skojec's commentary on it is worth a look, too.  It's here.


Sunday, March 17, 2019

Still the weary folk are pining for the hour that brings release.

It occurs to me that the lyrics of the recessional hymn today bear repeating.  They got my attention anyway.

Judge eternal, throned in splendor,
Lord of lords and King of kings,
With thy living fire of judgement
Purge this land of bitter things:
Solace all its wide dominion
With the healing of thy wings. 
Still the weary folk are pining
For the hour that brings release,
And the city’s crowded clangor
Cries aloud for sin to cease:
And the homesteads and the woodlands
Plead in silence for their peace. 
Crown, O God, thine own endeavor;
Cleave our darkness with thy sword;
Feed the faint and hungry heathen
With the richness of thy word;
Cleanse the body of this nation
Through the glory of the lord.  Amen.

The words were by Henry Scott Holland, an Anglo-Catholic priest around the turn of the last century and a great friend of GK Chesterton.  (The music isn't so bad either: Johann Christoph Bach.)

Tuesday, February 26, 2019

Scots Festival on the QM

The Scottish festival on the Queen Mary was a couple of weeks ago but I only just found this video from the Grunion Gazette. 

Monday, February 25, 2019

It's almost Springtime . . .

. . .and so time for The Inn's annual whinge about 21st century Hollywood:

As (almost) always, clicking on things in Blogspot makes them enormous, and therefore legible.

Sunday, February 03, 2019

4th Sunday after Epiphany

A hymn and the collect from this morning's Mass.

Let thy blood in mercy poured,
Let thy gracious Body broken,
Be to me, oh gracious Lord,
Of thy boundless love the token.
Thou didst give thyself for me,
Now I give myself to thee.

Oh God, who knowest us to be set in the midst of so many and great dangers, that by reason of the frailty of our nature we cannot always stand upright;  Grant to us such strength and protection, as may support us in all dangers, and carry us through all temptations, through Jesus Christ our Lord.  Amen.

Saturday, February 02, 2019

Candlemas Day

All you  need to know about the liturgical history of  Candlemas Day you can find here.

The Inn had more to say about Candlemas Day here -- including the admonition that today is the very last day to take down your Christmas decorations.   If you neglect to do that, well . . . .

Down with the rosemary, and so
Down with the bays and misletoe;
Down with the holly, ivy, all
Wherewith ye dress'd the Christmas hall;
That so the superstitious find
No one least branch there left behind;
For look, how many leaves there be
Neglected there, maids, trust to me,
So many goblins you shall see.

So saith Robert Herrick.  And seeing goblins is not recommended.

Vulgo dicta, it's also Groundhog Day, in which rodents native to the American northeast predict the weather for the next few weeks according to the formula:

If Candlemas Day be dry and fair,
The half o the winter's to come and mair;
If Candlemas Day be wet and foul,
The half o the winter's gane at Yule. 

Were you so inclined, you could have a kilt made in groundhog tartan, which you can have a look at here.

Tuesday, January 29, 2019

29 January -- St Blathnaid of Kildare

St Blathnaid,  or Blath, was the cook in St Brigid's monastery.  She is one of Ireland's hidden and little-known saints although her name is still occasionally in use.

There is a page dedicated to her here.


Friday, January 25, 2019

You know how you can read a bit of scripture a thousand times . . .

. . . and it's, well,  nice?  And then the thousand and first time it explodes and "nice" doesn't even come close?  Eternity makes its presence felt.

Well, today it's the first bit of the 37th psalm (or 36th, depending on how you count):

FRET not thyself because of the ungodly; * neither be thou envious against the evil doers.
2  For they shall soon be cut down like the grass, * and be withered even as the green herb.
3  Put thou thy trust in the Lord, and be doing good; * dwell in the land, and verily thou shalt be fed.
4  Delight thou in the Lord, * and he shall give thee thy heart's desire.
5  Commit thy way unto the Lord, and put thy trust in him, * and he shall bring it to pass.
6  He shall make thy righteousness as clear as the light, * and thy just dealing as the noon-day.
7  Hold thee still in the Lord, and abide patiently upon him: * but grieve not thyself at him whose way doth prosper, against the man that doeth after evil counsels.
8  Leave off from wrath, and let go displeasure: * fret not thyself, else shalt thou be moved to do evil.
9  Wicked doers shall be rooted out; * and they that patiently abide the Lord, those shall inherit the land.
10  Yet a little while, and the ungodly shall be clean gone: * thou shalt look after his place, and he shall be away.
11  But the meek-spirited shall possess the earth, * and shall be refreshed in the multitude of peace.
12  The ungodly seeketh counsel against the just, * and gnasheth upon him with his teeth.
13  The Lord shall laugh him to scorn; * for he hath seen that his day is coming.
14  The ungodly have drawn out the sword, and have bent their bow, * to cast down the poor and needy, and to slay such as be upright in their ways.
15  Their sword shall go through their own heart, * and their bow shall be broken.
16  A small thing that the righteous hath, * is better than great riches of the ungodly.
17  For the arms of the ungodly shall be broken, * and the Lord upholdeth the righteous.

Tuesday, January 22, 2019

An Historical Note on a Public Board

This was taken down the same day after outraged protests from people who apparently hate facts.

140 years ago this week on the 22–23 January 1879 in Natal, South Africa, a small British garrison named Rorke’s Drift was attacked by 4,000 Zulu warriors. The garrison was successfully defended by just over 150 British and colonial troops. Following the battle, 11 men were awarded the Victoria Cross.

Wednesday, January 09, 2019

Women's "Ordination" -- what follows

Sometimes the slippery-slope argument is just bafflegab to distract the opposition.  Sometimes the logic of it is inescapable, videlicet Dr Kirk's essay here.

Tuesday, January 01, 2019

Not Me . . . alas

Because I could've put that $9 million to very good use.  Instead, it's somebody named Trevor whom Mr Moreno is hoping will be a knock-out right-handed starter.  I do have a nephew named Trevor.  But it isn't he either.  So no $9,000,000.00 anywhere in the family.  (It looks like an even bigger pile of cash when I put in all the zeros, doesn't it.)

Does Trader Joe's Know Me, or What

Of all the cardboard boxes in Trader Joe's the other day, the clerk chose to put my groceries in this one.  Not actually a bishop, to be sure, but that doesn't stop me from pontificating rather regularly concerning both church and state.

(French wine seems to have come in it originally.  I wonder if it was from Avignon?  Delighted to see they kept the triple-crown tiara . . . especially since Somebody Else didn't.)

Here Comes in a Guid New Year

"Get up, goodwife, and shake your feathers, 
And dinna think that we are beggars; 

For we are bairns come out to play, 
Get up and gie’s our hogmanay"
For we are bairns come out to play, 
Get up and gie’s our hogmanay"

~ Traditional

The above is lifted from this excellent site, which promises a new Scottish country dance for almost any occasion or, indeed, day of the year.   January 1st is here, wherein you can learn about first-footing and more.

Tuesday, December 25, 2018

Christmas Here at the Ancestral Manse

Sunday, December 23, 2018

A Little Seasonal Piping

Lovely pieces.  It's worth mentioning that, it still being Advent for a little while longer, Veni, Veni Emmanuel goes even better on the smallpipe than Good Christian Men.

Alas, no smallpipers seem to have made a video of that.

Friday, December 07, 2018

Changing of the Guard

Donal Dubh, my pal from next door, hasn't been in his usual chair for, oh, six months or so.   I see him wandering around the neighbourhood so he hasn't had a run-in with a car or one of California's protected coyotes.  But he no longer haunts the comfy chair.

The front porch, however, has not been left unguarded.

His marmalade cousin has taken up the task and spends most mornings and some afternoons and occasionally evenings taking his or her leisure on what is now officially the cat chair.

As almost always, clicking on the picture will expand it to gigantic proportions.  At least viewing it with Vivaldi or Opera it will.  Then you will be able to see for yourself that Donal is a real cat and not an inkblot on the cushion.

Friday, November 30, 2018

St Andrew Christmas Novena

It begins today.

It's not to St Andrew and it's not really a novena since it lasts for 25 or 26 days, depending upon whether you continue it on the 25 of December.

It goes like this:

Hail and blessed be the hour and moment in which the Son of God was born of the most pure Virgin Mary, at midnight, in Bethlehem, in piercing cold. In that hour, vouchsafe, O my God! to hear my prayer and grant my desires, through the merits of Our Saviour Jesus Christ, and of His Blessed Mother. Amen.
Say it 15 times a day until Christmas.  But not all at once, so they tell me.  Unless, say, um, you forgot and had to get them all in at 11:50 p.m. some day.  Not that I would forget.  Just a f'rinstance,
you understand.  Best practice is 5 in the morning, 5 in the afternoon, and 5 at night as Michael Matt recommends here.

So why St Andrew?  Because it begins today and today is his feast day.

A history of the vigil of his feast.

St Andrew in the east.

Friday, November 23, 2018

Thanksgiving . . .

. . .was, of course, yesterday.

Herself and I didn't do our own dinner this year so I have no gravy catastrophe to relate.  Instead we went to the cousins in Long Beach and had the requisite sumptuous repast.  It was also a celebration of Mary's birthday which is usually on or around Thanksgiving (but is actually a week away this year, but who's counting).  So there was pie and cake which pleased me and the birthday girl and absolutely delighted the Under 5 Set beyond belief.

I don't spend much time with the Under 5 Set these days.  I had forgotten how wonderfully hilarious they can be.  They are determinedly single-minded. . . and so easily distracted.  Except when they're not.  And they're what brought to mind the Chesterton paragraph in the post below.  Monica and Joe, you made the evening.   Norman Rockwell should've been there.

". . .for we have sinned and grown old. . . ."

“Because children have abounding vitality, because they are in spirit fierce and free, therefore they want things repeated and unchanged. They always say, ‘Do it again’; and the grown-up person does it again until he is nearly dead. For grown-up people are not strong enough to exult in monotony. But perhaps God is strong enough to exult in monotony. It is possible that God says every morning, ‘Do it again’ to the sun; and every evening, ‘Do it again’ to the moon. It may not be automatic necessity that makes all daisies alike; it may be that God makes every daisy separately, but has never got tired of making them. It may be that He has the eternal appetite of infancy; for we have sinned and grown old, and our Father is younger than we.” 

-- G.K. Chesterton in "The Ethics of Elfland" via the American Chesterton Society's FB page, which I didn't save the link to so this link will have to do.  It's in there somewhere.

Thursday, November 22, 2018

Thanksgiving Day

ALMIGHTY and gracious Father, we give thee thanks for the fruits of the earth in their season and for the labours of those who harvest them: make us, we beseech thee, faithful stewards of thy great bounty, for the provision of our necessities and the relief of all who are in need, to the glory of thy Name; through Jesus Christ thy Son our Lord, who liveth and reigneth with thee, in the unity of the Holy Spirit, ever one God, world without end. Amen.

ALMIGHTY God, Father of all mercies, we, thine unworthy servants, do give thee most humble and hearty thanks for all thy goodness and loving-kindness to us and to all men; We bless thee for our creation, preservation, and all the blessings of this life; but above all, for thine inestimable love in the redemption of the world by our Lord Jesus Christ; for the means of grace, and for the hope of glory. And, we beseech thee, give us that due sense of all thy mercies, that our hearts may be unfeignedly thankful; and that we show forth thy praise, not only with our lips, but in our lives, by giving up our selves to thy service, and by walking before thee in holiness and righteousness all our days; through Jesus Christ our Lord, to whom, with thee and the Holy Ghost, be all honour and glory, world without end. Amen.

Wednesday, November 21, 2018

The Synod (you know: the one ostensibly about "youth")

I first wrote "inside report on the synod".  But that wasn't quite true.  She wasn't "inside" and those who were aren't allowed to comment thanks to Pope Parrhesia I.  But she knows as much about it as anyone who wasn't an episcopal participant is likely to.  And she's an excellent speaker.  The above is well-worth an hour and a quarter of your time.

More good stuff available from The Remnant here.


Statistics that Explain a Lot

"Witches now outnumber Presbyterians in the United States."

So sayeth the Pew Research people here.

(A shame Frs. Summers and Thurston have both gone to their reward.  Would've made for some interesting commentary.)

21 November - The Presentation of Our Lady in the Temple

Which is today's feast in the Roman calendar, the N.O. calendar and the Ordinariate calendar.

Background on the history of the feast here in the excellent New Liturgical Movement blog.

The collect from the DW Missal:

Almighty and everlasting God, who by the overshadowing of the Holy Ghost didst prepare the body and soul of the glorious Virgin Mother Mary to be a dwelling-place for thy Son:  grant that we who rejoice in her Presentation may at her tender intercession be kept unspotted, and made a pure temple for his dwelling; who liveth and reigneth with thee, in the unity of the Holy Ghost, ever one God, world without end. Amen.

Monday, November 12, 2018

St Elizabeth of the Trinity

O my God, Trinity Whom I adore, help me to forget myself entirely that I may be established in You as still and as peaceful as if my soul were already in eternity.  May nothing trouble my peace or make me leave You, O my Unchanging One, but may each minute carry me further into the depths of Your Mystery.  Give peace to my soul; make it Your heaven, Your beloved dwelling and Your resting place.  May I never leave You there alone but be wholly present my faith wholly vigilant, wholly adoring, and wholly surrendered to your creative action.

From the writings of St Elizabeth of the Trinity, via the Carmelite propers for her office.

Annoyance du Jour

That would be when I think I have about half a tube of Expensive Prescription-Only Oinment left in the tube and it turns out that what I really have is a little less than ¼ of a tube of Expensive Prescription-Only Ointment and One Large Air Bubble.

Tuesday, November 06, 2018

Votin' Day

The memsahib and I are just back from doing our politico-religious duty here in the PRC and voted for the various Republican sacrificial lambs that are allowed on the ballot.   Some aren't allowed, you know.  Winners of Republican primaries aren't on the ballot if they don't receive sufficient primary votes according to the rules promulgated by the Sacramento Home for the  Criminally Insane.  Write-ins not allowed either; wouldn't want to disadvantage the illiterate.

Democracy my . . . um,  . . . foot.

Still, it's fun for a little while to pretend we make a difference.

Sunday, October 14, 2018

Columbus Day

I know, I know.  It was last week.  It used to be on the 12th of October but now it's the second Monday or something.  It may not even be Columbus Day any more for all I know;  Explorer day or Indian day or something.

But the point of this tardy mention is this site in which are several transcripts of talks on Christopher Columbus by the late Fr John Hardon.  Highly recommended.

(I need to thank someone for this citation but -- not for the first time I'm afraid -- I've forgotten who.  Apologies to whoever it was mentioned this to me.)

Sunday, October 07, 2018

Feast of the Holy Rosary

Lots of church today.  It is not only the feast of Our Lady of the Rosary  -- a.k.a. Our Lady of Victory, commemorating the battle of Lepanto -- but our parish also celebrated our patronal feast of Bl John Henry Newman two days early.  So we had sung Mattins at 10:15, High Mass at 11:00 and recitation of the rosary at about 1:00-ish, or whenever it was the Mass ended.  I didn't look at my watch.  And there was a reception afterward with what looked like a lot of very good food and drink.

But I didn't partake.  The back was acting up again and all I really wanted at that point was to go home and sit in my chair with the perfect lumbar support.  So I did that instead.  But the repast did indeed tempt.

Here's a page on Our Lady of the Rosary.

And here's the best description of the battle of Lepanto you'll ever find.  Although I'm sure you'll have no trouble finding many more ponderous academic treastises.

Fr Hunwicke had something to say about Our Lady of Victory a few years ago.  In part:

That great Pontiff, S Pius V, established the Feast of our Lady of Victories to celebrate the triumph of Christian arms at the battle of Lepanto, October 7, 1571, a victory won by the countless rosaries which clanked through the hands of the Rosary Confraternities of Western Europe. They begged God for the safety of Christendom against the invading Turk. Gregory XIII pusillanimously renamed the feast as 'of the Rosary', and popped it onto the first Sunday of October (a stone's throw from the Feast of the Protecting Robe of the Mother of God in some Byzantine calendars) where it stayed until the reforms of S Pius X. But, to this day, those who follow the Extraordinary Form are allowed, on the first Sunday of October, an External Solemnity of this feast. And, after all, no homilist could be forbidden to refer to this celebration as our Lady of Victories.

The link I had for that has vanished -- mysterious are the ways of Blogspot, its wonders to perform -- but he has two more pieces here and here.   Videlicet.

And as for Bl John Henry, most, if not all that he wrote can be found here, along with a link to a rather lengthy biography and another link to the progress of his canonisation.


Saturday, October 06, 2018

Where are they now?

Hans Schulz, former sergeant in the Luftwaffe, appears to have made his way to the United States and advanced to the ranks of the episcopacy, where, it would seem, he fit right in.

Thursday, October 04, 2018

Deploying the "P" Word

It is profoundly worrying when a man escalates accusations against himself – which could easily be verified or falsified in a moment – into an apocalyptic catastrophe involving the whole future of the Catholic Church.

The time has surely come. . . .

What Else Kept Me Occupied

Granuaille got a brand new chanter last week. Well, new to her anyway. It's actually an abw Naill from the early '90s, so perhaps I ought to say a new 25 year old chanter. A very good year for Naill chanters in my experience. (The chanter you see her wearing in the picture with the orange-ish sole isn't the new one; that's actually an old Hardy pitched a good deal lower than the new one.)

I did some preliminary tuning when it first arrived, but I finally got a chance to take her out last Friday to the park for a good workout. The chanter took an Apps reed with hardly any tweaking at all. Just a wee touch of tape on the E and F and she was singing. It's really a lovely, mellow chanter and I'm delighted with it.

And now I'm thinking maybe I should mellow out the drones and get a better blend. The old wygents in there now are pretty robust. Hmm, cane. I may be too old to spend my dotage messing about with cane. But it really does make for a sweeter pipe. Decisions, decisions.

(And, yes, there are only two drones. She's an Irish warpipe that Kintail made in 1982.)


Catching Up . . . sort of

It's been over a month, hasn't it.  Indeed, almost two months since we've cranked up blogspot, shifted The Inn in gear and pontificated about something or other. It's difficult to mind The Inn because it's online and in going online one is -- or at least I am -- immediately absorbed in the collapse of the current papacy.  I suppose if I had had something incisive or original to say I would've popped in for a bit. But I really didn't.

There are all sorts of sites to follow the Bergoglian catastrophe.  In my only occasionally humble opinion these are the best:

1 Peter 5
Rorate Cæli
What's Up With Francischurch?  (She doesn't publish as often as the others but it's always worth reading.)
The Moynihan Letters  (Tries to give the benefit of the doubt to PF, which I find difficult to read because I can't dig up a doubt to give PF the benefit of.   But he does reprint full copies of the relevant documentation.)
The Remnant  (THE trad bible for, oh, a half century or more.)
The Wanderer  (heavy on the politics but also full of factual reporting, much of which our most reverend fathers-in-God would prefer you not bother your pretty little head about.)

Most (all?) of those folks have Twitter feeds to keep you apprised of updates.

And that's where most of the online time went.  Well, that and the supreme court nomination exercize in rash judgement, calumny, and detraction.  (Does the Democrat party not realize that they are coming across to ordinary folk as certifiably insane, verging on the demonic?)  The Bergoglian affair does have more interest and importance sub specie æternitatis but the supreme court nomination hearings do capture the attention also.  You know, the way the six car traffic accident by the side of the road does.

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Thursday, August 09, 2018

Another Point of View

Another kind of lawful slaying belongs to the civil authorities, to whom is entrusted power of life and death, by the legal and judicious exercise of which they punish the guilty and protect the innocent.  The just use of this power, far from involving the crime of murder, is an act of paramount obedience to this Commandment which prohibits murder.  The end of the Commandment is the preservation and security of human life.  Now the punishments inflicted by the civil authority which is the legitimate avenger of crime naturally tend to this end, since they give security to life by repressing outrage and violence.  Hence these words of David:  "In the morning I put to death all the wicked of the land, that I might cut off all the workers of iniquity from the city of the Lord."  -Ps 100:8
from the Catechism of the Council of Trent, the section of the fifth commandment.  Translated into English by John A. McHugh, O.P., S.T.M., Litt.D. and Charles J. Callan, O.P., S.T.M., Litt.D.

"[T]he legitimate avenger of crime".  Interesting turn of phrase, that.

(Personally, I'm not sure I would object to the abolition of capital punishment as a practical matter.   As the late Joe Sobran pointed out, one has only to note who makes these life-or-death decisions. . . .)

My World is Tottering

The How-to Geek newsletter, to which I cannot link because this bit only seems to be in the email and not on-line, has startling news in it this morning.  It changes one's whole view of reality. 

I quote:

Despite what cartoons have taught us, the coyote can run up to 43 miles per hour while the roadrunner can only run up to 32 miles per hour.

Further research is clearly called for.   But if true, then what to make of all those catastrophic accidents?    Hmm.  It appears the Acme Corporation would be wise to lawyer-up, sooner rather than later.

"Not a Drinking Game" it says at the bottom. . . .

. . . . but it could be.   Easily.

Go here and play Bishop Press Release Bingo.

(Tip of the balmoral to the good Hilary for putting this cite on her twitter feed, from which I appropriated it.)


Wednesday, August 01, 2018

The Dress Act of 1746

The Dress Act 1746 was part of the Act of Proscription which came into force on 1 August 174[7] and made wearing "the Highland Dress" including tartan or a kilt illegal in Scotland as well as reiterating the Disarming Act. The Jacobite Risings between 1689 and 1746 found their most effective support amongst the Scottish clans, and this act was part of a series of measures attempting to bring the warrior clans under government control. An exemption allowed the kilt to be worn in the army, continuing the tradition established by the Black Watch regiment. The law was repealed in 1782.
From the always interesting Vintage Tartan FB page. The direct link to the piece is here.

The Scottish Tartan Authority has more on the Dress Act of 1746 here.

The tartan shown above is the St Ninian tartan commissioned by the Scottish parliament for the visit of Pope Benedict to Scotland.   More here.

Lammas Day

Today, the first of August, is indeed Lammas Day.

Lammas Day (Anglo-Saxon hlaf-mas, "loaf-mass"), is a holiday celebrated in some English-speaking countries in the Northern Hemisphere, usually between 1 August and 1 September. It is a festival to mark the annual wheat harvest, and is the first harvest festival of the year. On this day it was customary to bring to church a loaf made from the new crop, which began to be harvested at Lammastide, which falls at the halfway point between the summer Solstice and Autumn September Equinox.
So sayeth Wikipedia here, along with much else.

Even though today is actually Lammas Day, the Ould Lammas Fair actually occurs at the end of August.  Go figure.


Does one need to explain that Dr Kirk isn't always to be taken literally?

No, surely not.

So it should be safe to link here without undue repercussions.

And even here.

(Oops.  Link should be fixed now.)

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