Kissing was the subject of this week's Sepia Saturday and too late I remembered my parent's grand
" Trip to Europe" after Dad's retirement. One of the highlights of their excursion to Ireland was a visit to Blarney Castle where they kissed the Blarney Stone. Is this stretching the week's theme too far? Am I admitting to an excess of reserve in my family when the only kissing picture I can find is one of my father kissing a stone?
Blarney Castle is the home of the celebrated rock. Stories about its origin and meaning abound and they all sound like Blarney to me - testament to the fact that some of the BS is likely to rub off when you kiss the thing.
" Trip to Europe" after Dad's retirement. One of the highlights of their excursion to Ireland was a visit to Blarney Castle where they kissed the Blarney Stone. Is this stretching the week's theme too far? Am I admitting to an excess of reserve in my family when the only kissing picture I can find is one of my father kissing a stone?
Blarney Castle is the home of the celebrated rock. Stories about its origin and meaning abound and they all sound like Blarney to me - testament to the fact that some of the BS is likely to rub off when you kiss the thing.
I sure can identify. Not much kissing in my family, either.
ReplyDeleteYou posts always manage to me laugh.
Barbara