A few months ago I got an email from the editors of Quilter's Home asking me if my husband could do them a favor.
Turns out they wanted to know the correct translations and pronunciation of some Gaelic words. Now, those of you who've been reading this blog for a while know that my husband is from Ireland. He grew up speaking English, (except with that charming Irish accent), but he was also required to learn Gaelic in school. We call it Gaelic, he calls it "Irish." Anyway, in Ireland there's been a concentrated effort to keep the traditional language from disappearing, so all children are taught "Irish" in school. I even have a nephew who goes to an all "Irish" school.
So, David has some knowledge of the language, although he's now an American Citizen and has been in the States for over 17 years. He's the first to admit he's rusty, but he hasn't forgotten most of the words and the pronunciations. I suspect if he spent a few days with Irish speakers he'd manage just fine.
We had a lot of fun going over the list of words they sent. David gave them the best translation he could, although some of the words weren't ones he was familiar with. The funniest part was trying to figure out what "great party" would be in Irish. Turns out there are a lot of different names for parties, my favorite being:
ri ra ruiale buaile, (re-raw-roula-boula), which essentially means the party was so great that a fight broke out. My husband says, if you've seen the end of "The Quiet Man" you'll know what it means.
Anyway, when the most recent issue of Quilter's Home came out they'd thanked my husband for his help, so now he's been mentioned in a quilting magazine. How many years did I have to wait before that happened to me! I don't even want to think about it. I guess some of us seek fame, while others just find it.
Oh, and by they way, I am feeling much better. The fever finally broke, although it's been coming back up to about 99 most afternoons. I'm still coughing like a maniac, the only good thing is that I discovered that if I had a coughing jag when my son's opponents were shooting free throws, they missed! Too bad the coughing jags were for real....and painful!
Oh well, at least I have a little more energy and have gone from staring at the walls, to walking over and looking at them up close....I really need to dust!