February 21, 2010
I've had to spend part of this evening working on what will ultimately become my father's obituary. It is not needed yet, but unfortunately will be soon. If there is any one thing I have never wanted to write, I think this must be it.
In putting together the basic information, I came across a compiled family history of relatives. And learned that I don't have to step back very many years or generations to find that my roots do lie deep within the hills and history of Scotland and England.
Those who know me well know that I am an inveterate reader--and one of my favorite genres is mysteries. My father first introduced me to Agatha Christie--the Grande Dame of mystery writing--when I was in junior high. He traveled some during those years, and always came home with a paperback or two he'd picked up at an airport--usually a Miss Marple mystery. I'd read the book once he finished, and we'd discuss it as I read. I suspect he was trying to see if I was any better than he in deciphering the twists and turns of the plot. I usually failed miserably in figuring out "who done it" before the last page was turned--but I'm sure that was because I didn't have a scone in hand as I was reading (for we all know that Miss Marple solved everything over tea and scones). At that time, I wasn't at all certain what a scone actually was, let alone how to make one. It wasn't until I was in graduate school that a dear Scottish neighbor introduced me to the joys of fresh scones on Sunday mornings.
In honor of my father and all the good memories I have of those years, I'd like to propose October 27, 2010 as the first "Bake Scones and Read a Book" day. More on this will (obviously) be forthcoming on this in the next few months.