My mother's father,my grandfather, was born in Scotland and Easter too came Scottish. The Rev. Liz Maxwell, of Scot heritage, gave a sermon in part, on Mary Magdaline, mentioning Mary's love of Jesus. My m0ther, also named Mary, was more devoted to her family than Jesus. She loved to dance and when a little drunk, would do the Charleston. Liz loves to dance too. Golf. Like my father, my mother loved to play golf, although she came to the game late.

Golf, I once wrote, is that somebody took a stick and somebody else added a ball. Thus started the civilization of Scotland--for before they used sticks to hit each other. Yes, in Scotland, gold is an atonement for past sins--one whacks a ball rather than a fellow man. Whack only the ball, get it into the hole, get it on the green, stay out of the rough. Civilized things. Do not cut up the ball with your irons or you will have to purchase a new one.

Peace over power except when one drives. Mom couldn't drive far, but she could pitch and she could putt.Write poems only about sitting behind women with cooties in their hair. Chase down straight shots of whiskey with Guiness stout and call it boilermakers. But I remember my Scottish grandfather as a kindly man. Mom said he was so lazy that he quit his job the day she graduated from high school so she could support the family. Mother had different ideas that included my father whom she said was smart and ambitious. Ugly and nutty but smart and ambitious.