• I wrote on 22 march about biblical girl names. Today I found a surprising nugget of information regarding the name Hyacinth. Most websites such as behindthename,  and babynamer will list this solely as a male name.  However many others recognise it as having a male origin. Indeed the Roman Catholic Saint Hyacinth  is quite clearly male.

    Is it perhaps in the meaning, which most websites that deal with biblical boy names (or biblical girl names) will list the name as being linked to the flower. It isn't mentioned in the Christian Bible which of course is often used as the reference for many ancient names both of tribes and individuals.

    Of course it is not alone in being a name which has changed gender through the ages and perhaps it was just a "trend" or "fashion" and the gender stuck.

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  • Lots of poems and information about Scotland on the site so perhaps time for a picture of that country taken from my own website.

    This is a picture of Balmoral Castle. Balmoral is located in an area of Scotland known as Deeside. It was first purchased by Queen Victoria and is a summer holiday "get away" for the British Royal family even today.the


    balmoral castle http://scotlandforvisitors.co.uk

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  • Here is another Scottish poem by Robert Burns and was sourced from the Scottish famous poets website


    O my Luve's like a red, red rose,
    That's newly sprung in June:
    O my Luve's like the melodie,
    That's sweetly play'd in tune.

    As fair art thou, my bonie lass,
    So deep in luve am I;
    And I will luve thee still, my dear,
    Till a' the seas gang dry.

    Till a' the seas gang dry, my dear,
    And the rocks melt wi' the sun;
    And I will luve thee still, my dear,
    While the sands o' life shall run.

    And fare-thee-weel, my only Luve!
    And fare-thee-weel, a while!
    And I will come again, my Luve,
    Tho' 'twere ten thousand mile!

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  • Have you ever wondered when a poem really becomes a short story. This is the famous Tam o Shanter by Robert Burns, a Scottish Poet. Due to the length and the building of the storyline you wonder at what point it becomes a short story rather than a poem.

    When chapman billies leave the street,
    And drouthy neibors, neibors, meet;
    As market days are wearing late,
    And folk begin to tak the gate,
    While we sit bousing at the nappy,
    An' getting fou and unco happy,
    We think na on the lang Scots miles,
    The mosses, waters, slaps and stiles,
    That lie between us and our hame,
    Where sits our sulky, sullen dame,
    Gathering her brows like gathering storm,
    Nursing her wrath to keep it warm.

    This truth fand honest Tam o' Shanter,
    As he frae Ayr ae night did canter:
    (Auld Ayr, wham ne'er a town surpasses,
    For honest men and bonie lasses).

    O Tam! had'st thou but been sae wise,
    As taen thy ain wife Kate's advice!
    She tauld thee weel thou was a skellum,
    A blethering, blustering, drunken blellum;
    That frae November till October,
    Ae market-day thou was na sober;
    That ilka melder wi' the Miller,
    Thou sat as lang as thou had siller;
    That ev'ry naig was ca'd a shoe on
    The Smith and thee gat roarin' fou on;
    That at the Lord's house, ev'n on Sunday,
    Thou drank wi' Kirkton Jean till Monday,
    She prophesied that late or soon,
    Thou wad be found, deep drown'd in Doon,
    Or catch'd wi' warlocks in the mirk,
    By Alloway's auld, haunted kirk.

    Ah, gentle dames! it gars me greet,
    To think how mony counsels sweet,
    How mony lengthen'd, sage advices,
    The husband frae the wife despises!

    But to our tale: Ae market night,
    Tam had got planted unco right,
    Fast by an ingle, bleezing finely,
    Wi reaming sAats, that drank divinely;
    And at his elbow, Souter Johnie,
    His ancient, trusty, drougthy crony:
    Tam lo'ed him like a very brither;
    They had been fou for weeks thegither.
    The night drave on wi' sangs an' clatter;
    And aye the ale was growing better:
    The Landlady and Tam grew gracious,
    Wi' favours secret, sweet, and precious:
    The Souter tauld his queerest stories;
    The Landlord's laugh was ready chorus:
    The storm without might rair and rustle,
    Tam did na mind the storm a whistle.

    Care, mad to see a man sae happy,
    E'en drown'd himsel amang the nappy.
    As bees flee hame wi' lades o' treasure,
    The minutes wing'd their way wi' pleasure:
    Kings may be blest, but Tam was glorious,
    O'er a' the ills o' life victorious!

    But pleasures are like poppies spread,
    You seize the flow'r, its bloom is shed;
    Or like the snow falls in the river,
    A moment white-then melts for ever;
    Or like the Borealis race,
    That flit ere you can point their place;
    Or like the Rainbow's lovely form
    Evanishing amid the storm. -
    Nae man can tether Time nor Tide,
    The hour approaches Tam maun ride;
    That hour, o' night's black arch the key-stane,
    That dreary hour he mounts his beast in;
    And sic a night he taks the road in,
    As ne'er poor sinner was abroad in.

    The wind blew as 'twad blawn its last;
    The rattling showers rose on the blast;
    The speedy gleams the darkness swallow'd;
    Loud, deep, and lang, the thunder bellow'd:
    That night, a child might understand,
    The deil had business on his hand.

    Weel-mounted on his grey mare, Meg,
    A better never lifted leg,
    Tam skelpit on thro' dub and mire,
    Despising wind, and rain, and fire;
    Whiles holding fast his gude blue bonnet,
    Whiles crooning o'er some auld Scots sonnet,
    Whiles glow'rin round wi' prudent cares,
    Lest bogles catch him unawares;
    Kirk-Alloway was drawing nigh,
    Where ghaists and houlets nightly cry.

    By this time he was cross the ford,
    Where in the snaw the chapman smoor'd;
    And past the birks and meikle stane,
    Where drunken Charlie brak's neck-bane;
    And thro' the whins, and by the cairn,
    Where hunters fand the murder'd bairn;
    And near the thorn, aboon the well,
    Where Mungo's mither hang'd hersel'.
    Before him Doon pours all his floods,
    The doubling storm roars thro' the woods,
    The lightnings flash from pole to pole,
    Near and more near the thunders roll,
    When, glimmering thro' the groaning trees,
    Kirk-Alloway seem'd in a bleeze,
    Thro' ilka bore the beams were glancing,
    And loud resounded mirth and dancing.

    Inspiring bold John Barleycorn!
    What dangers thou canst make us scorn!
    Wi' tippenny, we fear nae evil;
    Wi' usquabae, we'll face the devil!
    The swats sae ream'd in Tammie's noddle,
    Fair play, he car'd na deils a boddle,
    But Maggie stood, right sair astonish'd,
    Till, by the heel and hand admonish'd,
    She ventur'd forward on the light;
    And, wow! Tam saw an unco sight!

    Warlocks and witches in a dance:
    Nae cotillon, brent new frae France,
    But hornpipes, jigs, strathspeys, and reels,
    Put life and mettle in their heels.
    A winnock-bunker in the east,
    There sat auld Nick, in shape o' beast;
    A towzie tyke, black, grim, and large,
    To gie them music was his charge:
    He screw'd the pipes and gart them skirl,
    Till roof and rafters a' did dirl. -
    Coffins stood round, like open presses,
    That shaw'd the Dead in their last dresses;
    And (by some devilish cantraip sleight)
    Each in its cauld hand held a light.
    By which heroic Tam was able
    To note upon the haly table,
    A murderer's banes, in gibbet-airns;
    Twa span-lang, wee, unchristened bairns;
    A thief, new-cutted frae a rape,
    Wi' his last gasp his gabudid gape;
    Five tomahawks, wi' blude red-rusted:
    Five scimitars, wi' murder crusted;
    A garter which a babe had strangled:
    A knife, a father's throat had mangled.
    Whom his ain son of life bereft,
    The grey-hairs yet stack to the heft;
    Wi' mair of horrible and awfu',
    Which even to name wad be unlawfu'.
    Three lawyers tongues, turned inside oot,
    Wi' lies, seamed like a beggars clout,
    Three priests hearts, rotten, black as muck,
    Lay stinkin, vile in every neuk.

    As Tammie glowr'd, amaz'd, and curious,
    The mirth and fun grew fast and furious;
    The Piper loud and louder blew,
    The dancers quick and quicker flew,
    The reel'd, they set, they cross'd, they cleekit,
    Till ilka carlin swat and reekit,
    And coost her duddies to the wark,
    And linkit at it in her sark!

    Now Tam, O Tam! had they been queans,
    A' plump and strapping in their teens!
    Their sarks, instead o' creeshie flainen,
    Been snaw-white seventeen hunder linen!-
    Thir breeks o' mine, my only pair,
    That ance were plush o' guid blue hair,
    I wad hae gien them off my hurdies,
    For ae blink o' the bonie burdies!
    But wither'd beldams, auld and droll,
    Rigwoodie hags wad spean a foal,
    Louping an' flinging on a crummock.
    I wonder did na turn thy stomach.

    But Tam kent what was what fu' brawlie:
    There was ae winsome wench and waulie
    That night enlisted in the core,
    Lang after ken'd on Carrick shore;
    (For mony a beast to dead she shot,
    And perish'd mony a bonie boat,
    And shook baith meikle corn and bear,
    And kept the country-side in fear);
    Her cutty sark, o' Paisley harn,
    That while a lassie she had worn,
    In longitude tho' sorely scanty,
    It was her best, and she was vauntie.
    Ah! little ken'd thy reverend grannie,
    That sark she coft for her wee Nannie,
    Wi twa pund Scots ('twas a' her riches),
    Wad ever grac'd a dance of witches!

    But here my Muse her wing maun cour,
    Sic flights are far beyond her power;
    To sing how Nannie lap and flang,
    (A souple jade she was and strang),
    And how Tam stood, like ane bewithc'd,
    And thought his very een enrich'd:
    Even Satan glowr'd, and fidg'd fu' fain,
    And hotch'd and blew wi' might and main:
    Till first ae caper, syne anither,
    Tam tint his reason a thegither,
    And roars out, "Weel done, Cutty-sark!"
    And in an instant all was dark:
    And scarcely had he Maggie rallied.
    When out the hellish legion sallied.

    As bees bizz out wi' angry fyke,
    When plundering herds assail their byke;
    As open pussie's mortal foes,
    When, pop! she starts before their nose;
    As eager runs the market-crowd,
    When "Catch the thief!" resounds aloud;
    So Maggie runs, the witches follow,
    Wi' mony an eldritch skreich and hollow.

    Ah, Tam! Ah, Tam! thou'll get thy fairin!
    In hell, they'll roast thee like a herrin!
    In vain thy Kate awaits thy comin!
    Kate soon will be a woefu' woman!
    Now, do thy speedy-utmost, Meg,
    And win the key-stone o' the brig;^1
    There, at them thou thy tail may toss,
    A running stream they dare na cross.
    But ere the keystane she could make,
    The fient a tail she had to shake!
    For Nannie, far before the rest,
    Hard upon noble Maggie prest,
    And flew at Tam wi' furious ettle;
    But little wist she Maggie's mettle!
    Ae spring brought off her master hale,
    But left behind her ain grey tail:
    The carlin claught her by the rump,
    And left poor Maggie scarce a stump.

    Now, wha this tale o' truth shall read,
    Ilk man and mother's son, take heed:
    Whene'er to Drink you are inclin'd,
    Or Cutty-sarks rin in your mind,
    Think ye may buy the joys o'er dear;
    Remember Tam o' Shanter's mare.

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  • One of the most important decisions that a newlywed couple has to make after deciding to have a baby is what to name it. Although it would just be a couple of words that will be attached to the newborn; it would eventually be carried with them for the rest of their life and could also end up being a reflection of their personality.

    So, how does the process work? After the various meetings with our respective elders and many consultations later the common man turns to social media asking his unknown group of friends to suggest creative and dynamic names with an ‘A’ or ‘S’. There are still many of us who use the ‘old school’ method to decipher a revered name form the respective religious books in our communities.

    For centuries; ‘The Bible’ has been a source of names for many new parents and continues to do so till this time as it is a well known touchstone of literature and human culture. It gives the parents a variety of choices between Hebrew, Greek and Latin names. Few of the popular names that have their roots in the Bible can be summed up as follows:

            i.            Aaron: This is a derivative from Hebrew roots of ‘Aharon’; although the origin is believed to be from Ancient Egypt. Its suggested meanings are ‘Warrior Lion’, ‘the Exalted’ and ‘High Mountain’. He was the elder brother of Moses and the initial priest of the Israelites.

          ii.            Abel: According to the Bible, this name can be termed as the third name that came into existence for a male (after Adam and Cain) since the beginning of time. He was the younger brother of Cain; Abel had faced execution at the hands of Cain out of envy and is termed as the first man to die. The name is derived from the Hebrew name Havel and the root meaning as ‘breath’.    

        iii.            Abraham: He is the son of the tenth descendant of Noah, Terah. The Torah claims his name was originally Avram (‘High Father’) but God changed his name and ‘ha’ was added after his covenant with God. The name now means ‘father of many’; as he is commonly known as the father of the Abrahamic religions namely Judaism, Christianity and Islam.

        iv.            Adam: The first human being on planet earth and also the first name given by God. It is Hebrew for ‘man’ and the Arabic counterpart means ‘made from clay’. As per Genesis in the Old Testament; God created Adam from earth and hence the name also signifies the divine act. It is a common name and the spelling remains the same irrespective of language.

          v.            Eve: Adam and Eve were the first humans created and the human race associates their existence to them. The first woman on planet earth and also the first feminine name christened by God. It has Hebrew roots, which means ‘to breathe’, ‘to live’ or simply put ‘living’.


        vi.            Hannah: Few names can be classified as palindromes and this is one of them. The Hebrew roots put the meaning as ‘God’s reward/grace/favour to the world’. The Old Testament says she was the mother of Prophet Samuel. 

      vii.            Sarah: This name is also spelled as ‘Sara’. She was Abraham’s wife and was originally named Sarai, but God changed it. She gave birth to Isaac at the age of 90 and the name has many meanings; the Hebrew and Persian roots translate it as ‘woman of high rank’, ‘noblewoman’ or ‘princess’.


    Naming the child is a task that usually unites the entire village and thankfully there are many choices, in addition to the above, that can be used to christen the new bundle of joy. 

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