“Have you ever heard of Burns night?” My brother asked me.
“No. I don’t think I have.” I replied.
“It’s a Scottish holiday celebrating the life and poetry of Robert Burns.” He said.
This was December. Burns night was in January. Driving home from visiting my Brother, I thought, I am going to do a party for Burns night. At the time, I had no idea what that meant.
I knew who Robert Burns was. He was and is the Scottish national poet. My brother and I were both interested in him because of our interest in our Scottish heritage. My mother is a Keith. My father is a Lindsey (through his mother). The Lindsey’s and Keith’s played prominent roles in the history of Scotland. Through the Lindsey side, we are descended from the great King Robert the Bruce. So, my brother and I take pride in our Scottish heritage. Burns night sounded like a good way for me to express it.
I started talking about the party with a few friends who also had Scottish heritage or interest. They liked the idea.
So, I began researching what it would take to do a Burns Night celebration. I found a recommended running order for Burns night on the BBC page. Here’s what it included: Continue reading “Burns Night”