Jack’s weekly guest blog
Here I go again, a Scots-born American by choice, off to visit the Old Country for a month.
Regular readers will know that I came to live in the US some 11 years past and became a citizen in May 2012. Over here everyone thinks of me as a ‘Furriner’ with an accent so strange I’d have needed an interpreter had my bid for Town Council been successful- not that anyone here has an accent ;0). They also tell odd stories about me not saying the Pledge of Allegiance.
And yet, annually as I go over to my country of birth every year to conduct a small group of folk around Scotland, things have shifted more with each passing year. When I first started doing the tours it definitely felt like going ‘home’ but now it’s much more equivocal – where exactly is ‘home’?
Here in Big Stone Gap I now feel very much at home, and comfortable. The surrounding hills (they call them mountains here, sweet people) remind me of Scotland and the locals have so much Scots blood in their veins that I have no difficulty relating to them. Indeed, these American friends have become the foundation of my life now!
And yet – when I do go back to Scotia/Caledonia/Alba/Scotland/Ecosse it’s rather like boarding a time machine, as I consciously re-calibrate my vocabulary and grammar now that I understand (most of) the differences between American English, British English, and Scots.
So I’m beginning to think, now, of what it is that might actually feel like home to me? Is it a place that shares my politics? Ha! None do. Culture? But I like everybody’s music, dancing and food. It’s not religion, if ‘good Christian values’ are defended by lying about others – oh no, thank you. I’m tempted to say that living rural does it, but I have very good friends and some truly great memories tucked away in cities.
Maybe it’s a combination of the world being a much more connected place now, and me getting older (and wiser?). What got me on this track was a conversation Wendy and I had last night. She will join me in Scotland for a week after this year’s tour finishes and we were talking about old friends we’d want to visit. I found myself looking at this through her eyes and thinking, “Does she feel at home in both places, Scotland and here? Or does she think of going back to Scotland as a holiday, rather than revisiting our first home?”
So I asked her, and she gave me an enigmatic look. “You’re asking where home is? Honey, human hearts don’t beat with accents. Home is you and me, together.”
Good answer Wendy!
Heim ist wo die Hotz ist– Pennsylvania German for what Wendy said.
I just love you two! Have a safe and happy trip over there!
I am English and have lived in rural Tn for 3 years now, since I married a Tennessean. My family, including my new granddaughter, are all in the UK and I go back twice a year. Both places feel totally natural to me so I consider that I have two homes – both very different but complementary – lucky me! Have a great trip both of you.
That’s a great answer, Wendy! And Jack, I believe I share your politics…… if that make us both too strange.
ha ha. I meant “if that DOESN’T make us both too strange.” Or maybe what I said originally.