Saturday, October 26, 2013
Friday, October 11, 2013
Friday, October 4, 2013
Monday, September 23, 2013
First Week of School
My first week of school in Edinburgh is complete!
Class went smoothly and was relatively interesting for being introductory and
syllabus oriented.
(First day of school)
Hey
In the coming week tutorials will begin and add a discussion
based element to my courses. I've attempted to immerse myself in the culture
with my studies: Modern Scottish History, Celtic Civilisation (yes, they spell
it with an S here), and Comparing Scottish Devolution. I lucked out with all of
my course lectures being within a twelve-minute walk of my accommodation; still
it's no North Quad to Kravis. It seems walking takes up a good portion of my
day, whether I’m going to class, the grocery store, or anywhere else in the
city. I've yet to brave the bus system as I haven't had the need. Plus, I enjoy
a good walk.
While walking
back from an IFSA-Butler (study abroad program) reunion dinner my friends and I decided to
stop in on the Edinburgh University Hillwalking Club info session. The
Hillwalking Club organizes day and weekend hiking trips to the beautiful and
rugged Highlands of Scotland, providing transportation, knowledge of the area
and some gear to students. In doing so they enable students to affordably visit
and recreate in areas that would otherwise be difficult to access. There was a
trip planned for the weekend so my friends and I decided to do it. It was too
good of an opportunity to pass up!
On Saturday morning at 6:00 A.M. I walked to the meeting point for the club charter bus.... Within a couple of hours, after passing by the famed Loch Lomond, cue
Loch Lomond- John McDermott (Includes interpretative information and thoughts about the Loch),
those of us who chose the more adventurous day hike were dropped off at a separate location near the village of Arrochar to begin our hillwalking!
On Saturday morning at 6:00 A.M. I walked to the meeting point for the club charter bus.... Within a couple of hours, after passing by the famed Loch Lomond, cue
Loch Lomond- John McDermott (Includes interpretative information and thoughts about the Loch),
those of us who chose the more adventurous day hike were dropped off at a separate location near the village of Arrochar to begin our hillwalking!
And there I stood walking through a cloud on top of a Munro (a Scottish mountain) in the Highlands!
And then we went back down.
And then back up through the clouds!
To the top of our next Munro! ( After this break of course)
And some more walking.
Where we reached the top of our second Munro!
And then we headed to meet up with the rest of the club at the pub in Arrochar.
It was a great day full of good fun and lots of walking! We bagged 2 Munros, went 19 km, and ascended 4,500 feet.
Wednesday, September 11, 2013
It's Morning in America
It’s morning in America.
Here I am, thousands of miles away at University in Scotland
and I think of how blessed I am to be an American. Don’t get me wrong-- I’ve
been enjoying every minute of Edinburgh’s Fresher Welcome Week for new
students. Exploring the sites, going to traditional Ceilidh Scottish dances,
seeing comedians and British bands, and tinkering with my course schedule have
kept me busy, but today is for reflection and prayer. September 11, 2001, is a
day that altered the course of all Americans’ lives.
Today, on September 11, 2013, I walk the streets of
Edinburgh among people of all nationalities. Many of whom do not understand the
meaning of this somber day to America. The United Kingdom comprised of England,
Scotland, Wales, and Northern Ireland, lacks a strong sense of UK
pride, excluding events like the 2012 Summer Olympics in London. Rarely, will a
U—K chant erupt out of the blue to echo down a corridor as will a resounding
U-S-A in the States. A comedian chided the other night that Americans’ are
known for cheering. And indeed we have reason to cheer. We come from the
greatest country in the world, regardless of what some think. Where with hard
work, diligence, and ingenuity one can make something of their life. In America
the government is meant to serve the people, as it is the people who hold the
real power. It is not meant to go the other way.
On the streets of many UK cities it is common to see signs
stating that CCTV (Closed Circuit Television) is in use, and is always watching
you. The British have made a deal with their government: privacy for security. As
American’s we are guaranteed our Bill of Rights to prevent an obtrusive
government from making the people into servile citizens; this is something we
must never forget nor allow to be infringed upon. Our Bill of Rights is aimed
at preserving our way of life, but today we live in a world where even these bastions of freedom appear not to be foolproof.
We founded our government due to a
failing in our mother country’s governance. Our Founding Fathers instilled
political and community activism into the essence of our being. We
are not a people to give in to the evil of the world. We are unlike any other
nation in the world.
Today, we remember the loss of Americans that occurred
twelve years ago. And the bravery, self-sacrifice, and spirit that occurred in
its’ wake.
We are a marked
people. People in the UK say they can recognize an American by the smile they
wear on their countenance. I say this is a badge of honor. We are optimists. We
are a unique people from a special place; we are a treasure of the world.
Wherever you are, take a moment to honor those lost on that
day of terror. And do not forget.
God Bless
Thursday, September 5, 2013
Ridley: A Good Northern Name
"Ridley: A good northern name,"Mr.
Henderson warmly said as my family showed him our English Heritage card we had
bought to see the numerous historical sights across England on our way to
Scotland. Mr. Henderson, the man who worked at the visitor checkpoint
continued, "sheep stealers, bandits, and raiders--the lot; Reivers."
"Poets, presidents, prime ministers and the first man on the moon,"
he added. "I'm one too; a Henderson," he stated, as he proceeded to
shake each one of our hands with a wide grin and hearty laugh. "Pleased to
meet you and welcome to Housesteads Roman Fort-- Hadrian's Wall!"
It was fitting that, we of Border Reiver descent,
met along Hadrian’s Wall in the heart of the Borderlands. A place steeped in a
rich and exciting history. The Wall once marked the extent of the Roman Empire
and was erected to keep the warring Picts at bay. Later it was a no-man’s land
of sorts between the competing Kingdoms of Scotland and England.
One can thank the Border Reivers for the English
words 'blackmail' and 'bereaved'. The Reivers were a people who inhabited the
areas now known as Northumberland and Cumbria in England and the Scottish
borderlands. Living in a politically volatile geographical location between the
warring nations of Scotland and England, warring armies who took what they
could get to provision their regiments often passed through the borderlands. A
poor location for farming, especially when provisions could be taken in a
moments notice by invading armies, the Reivers took to ranching. This enabled
them to more readily relocate and hide their source of livelihood when a
gluttonous army approached. An industrious people, always looking to maximize
the worth of their land, Reivers more famously took to 'reiving'. 'Reive' is an
early English word for 'to rob'. This lawlessness enabled Reivers to subsidize
their incomes and make up for what could be lost to the next march of
plundering troops. Unfortunately, it also led to a decline in tourism. The
Reivers continued this style of life from the late 13th to 17th century,
sometimes receiving the favor of the seemingly ever at war nations while at
other times their draconian anger. The families and clans that made up the
Border Reivers became renowned for their strong family ties and individualistic
nature; Reivers acted in the name of their kin, not for their distant and
abstract nation.
The Border Reivers legacy of ‘reiving’ came to an
end in 1603 when James VI of Scotland became James I of England and united the
warring kingdoms thereby stabilizing the borderlands. Sir Walter Scott
immortalized the bloody times of the Border Reiver history in his “Border
Ballads”.
The spirit of the Border Reivers as an
individualistic, canny, and resilient people has lived on.
Today, I, a descendant of the Reivers, will explore
the city of Edinburgh in Scotland 400 years after inhabitants may have known
the threat of an agile Border Reiver horsemen. It is within this storied city,
complete with a castle and the remains of a fortified city wall, that I will study
for a time at the University of Edinburgh.
Maybe they should have left the old city wall standing?
At the front gate and guard house to Ridley Hall |
A Different Perspective of Hardian's Wall |
A Feat of Engineering |
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Family and Clan Names in the Borderlands |
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