In the evenings he went out to the pub, while I would stay at his place until he returned after closing time. On Halloween, he disappeared to the pub as usual. Late that night, I was sitting watching TV when the electricity suddenly went off, everything went dark, the door opened slowly, and a turnip lantern appeared in the doorway, going "woooo" and swaying unsteadily in mid-air.
In some countries I believe it would have been a hollowed-out pumpkin, but in Scotland the tradition is to use a turnip instead. Cheaper too. You put a candle inside, and the light shines out through the eyes and mouth.
I enjoyed my father's little joke, and next day I insisted we take a photo. You
Anyway, recently I attended a course in on-line teaching methods, and one thing we had to do was set up a podcast. I used an ancient tape recording of my old man, telling a wee 2-minute story from his life.
I admire the way he was able to get organised enough to speak it onto a tape, but for various reasons including emotional baggage, I have never actually listened to it all the way through. I can't be objective about it, but maybe you can.
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Albert! Had you been in the old country or anywhere where everyone is armed, you could have finished the old bugger right there and then! And the turnip. As it is, on the steam radio here I can only hear two words at a time. But what a nice man! He must have done something horrible to deserve you, but what a nice man? Where did he go wrong? Hotboy
ReplyDeleteWe love a spooky Hallowe'en story.
ReplyDeleteI'm not objective, but yer dad has a redolent, flowing, west-coast, sing-song baritone voice and a presence. Lovely enunciation and emphasis. What did he do for a living?
I'd guess from from his turn of phrase in this reading that in extemporaneous speech he might well be quite expressive!
ion - he drank whisky for a living, as a tour guide at a distillery.
ReplyDeleteHB - probably the war. But as an evil bourgeois, how could he be nice?
This is very nice!! I love the voice and the story!! But turnip?? This should be the hardest veggie to empty!!!But the effect is interesting... probably worted the hard work once enlighted!
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ummm interesting turnip lol
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Great turnip! I think your Dad tells a great story. Must've been a colorful fellow. Sorry you don't have a good relationship. Whiskey will do that. HHNT from the U.S.!
ReplyDeleteHuh. LOL
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Cool Post!!!!!!!!
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nice turnip! lol HHNT!
ReplyDeleteah, i remember the turnip pic from the first time you posted it. it's a fun one!
ReplyDeleteas for your dad's story he does have a wonderful voice and tells the story well. thanks for sharing it with us even though perhaps there is some pain associated for you to hear his voice. i bid you peace.
HHNT
That's a great Halloween story. I'm happy for you both that you made peace before he died.
ReplyDeleteI enjoyed the story and could just imagine to looks on peoples faces when the baby was being Christened with spirits. LOL
Happy HNT from a 1/4 Scottish American!
Love the yarn, Rob. Really charming. And that turnip... egads... not in a dark alleyway. (Though a lot of people say the same about me.)
ReplyDeleteUmmm, well you do have the same coloring....LOL
ReplyDeletegreat story! Happy HNT
My goodness. I never realized just how hot you are before.
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I love the turnip lantern.
I'll make myself one for hurricane season.
mwah!
I say!
ReplyDeleteIs it Hallowe'en already? I must have dozed off for the entire dry season.
I say! A rather unclad audience you seem to attract, nowadays.
MM III
I want a turnip lantern!! HHNT
ReplyDeleteThanks to everyone who ran the podcast. Maybe I'll give it a listen myself now.
ReplyDeleteYou are the cutest!
ReplyDeleteHappy Late HNT!