Say thank you often, regularly, exuberantly, jubilantly, generously, and with arms wide open!
If in doubt, follow bagpipers – they make a joyful noise!
“Silent gratitude isn’t much use to anyone.” G.B. Stern
This entry was posted on October 12, 2012 by Clanmother. It was filed under Bagpipers, G.B. Stern, Thankfulness and was tagged with Bagpiper, G.B. Stern, Thankfulness, Vancouver.
Bagpipes are wonderful! There was a time when their noise frightened their enemy–now we listen to them with awe. About thankfulness? We need to be as vocal with our thanks as a bagpipe.
October 13, 2012 at 6:30 am
You always know when there are bagpipers coming from miles away…
October 13, 2012 at 8:48 am
One of my favourite sounds – thanks for reminding me! Takes me back to when I was young watching the parade go past always accompanied by the skirl of the pipes. It seems back then that we used any excuse for a parade. I guess there weren’t too many other sources of entertainment in those days.
October 13, 2012 at 7:55 pm
When I read you post, I laughed out loud. I know exactly what you mean about entertainment. When I was young, my family lived in a mining town in Northern Manitoba. We were isolated and without television. When we did get TV a couple of years later, is was for 2 hours/day and two weeks late. Without TV, I found other ways to entertain myself, one of them being watching the northern lights dance across the night sky in the winter. And in the summer, when we have almost 24 hours of daylight, we used to go canoeing late into the evening. Neighbors dropped by for a visit at 10:00 p.m. never thinking that it was late. So glad that we connected!!!
October 13, 2012 at 8:44 pm
Seems like a pretty good way to pass the time …..summer and winter!
October 13, 2012 at 8:49 pm
October 13, 2012 at 9:03 pm
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