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Caledonia's Scots Night Caledonia celebrates it on the 3rd Monday of January This night is one filled with the history and folklore of Scotland. There will be a wee bit of Scottish joking along with many laughs. If you like Haggis or would like to try it for the first time book this evening on your calendar so as not to miss out. The evening includes reciting the "Ode to the Haggis" This is a chance for you also to come in your Scottish finery (kilt) which many of the Brothers do. Many of the evenings include Scottish Bags and Pipes as well as Scottish Dancers and a speaker on Scottish History. A wee bit of history on Robbie Burns and the celebration which Caledonia follows.
Robbie Burns Supper Burns Suppers have been part of Scottish culture for about 200 years as a means of commemorating its best loved bard. When Burns immortalized haggis in verse he created a central link to Scotland, which is maintained to this day. Close friends of Burns started the ritual a few years after his death in 1796 as a tribute to his memory. The basic format for the evening has remained unchanged since that time and begins when the chairman invites the company to receive the haggis. THE FORMAT FOR A BURNS SUPPER
Chairperson's
opening address
Some hae meat and cannot eat.
The company are asked to stand to receive the haggis. A piper then leads the
chef, carrying the haggis to the top table, while the guests accompany them
with a slow handclap. The chairman or invited guest then recites Burns' famous
poem To A Haggis, with great enthusiasm. When he reaches the line 'an cut you
up wi' ready slight', he cuts open the haggis with a sharp knife.
Cock-a-leekie soup The Immortal Memory Address to a Haggis. Fair fa' your honest, sonsie
face, The groaning trencher there
ye fill, His knife see rustic Labour
dight, Then, horn for horn, they
stretch an strive: Is there that owre his French
ragout, Poor devil! see him owre his
trash, But mark the Rustic,
haggis-fed, Ye Pow'rs, wha mak mankind
your care, To most of the world the word haggis is synonymous with Scotland - and Burns Suppers in particular - and it's been so since Burns penned his immortal Address To A Haggis. But, in spite of this tradition of Scottishness, there are many - noted food writer Clarissa Dickson Wright included - who think haggis has Scandinavian origin and linguistically there is some evidence (the hag part is certainly Scandinavian). She feels its emergence into Scotland may have come over the North Sea with the raiding voyages of the Norsemen. See her book The Haggis - A Little History for more fascinating haggis lore. However, whatever its origins, the humble haggis was merely a staple part of a Scotsman's diet until Rabbie Burns celebrated it in mock heroic verse and Meg Dods gave it a starring role in The Cook's and Housewife's Manual in 1826. Mistress Dods was the landlady of the Cleikum Inn near Peebles which hosted the gatherings of the Cleikum Club. The aim of the club, which counted Sir Walter Scott among its members, was to celebrate Scotland’s National Literature. They certainly were among the first organizations to celebrate a Burns' Night. Now, of course, Burns fans the world over commemorate the Bard's birthday with their own dinners. And one thing that has stood the test of time and still plays its central part is the haggis. There are as many different haggis recipes as there are Burns' Nights. Born in Alloway, Ayrshire, in 1759 to William Burness, a poor tenant farmer, and Agnes Broun, Robert Burns was the eldest of seven. He spent his youth working his father's farm, but in spite of his poverty he was extremely well read - at the insistence of his father, who employed a tutor for Robert and younger brother Gilbert. At 15 Robert was the principal worker on the farm and this prompted him to start writing in an attempt to find "some kind of counterpoise for his circumstances." It was at this tender age that Burns penned his first verse, "My Handsome Nell", which was an ode to the other subjects that dominated his life, namely scotch and women. When his father died in 1784, Robert and his brother became partners in the farm. However, Robert was more interested in the romantic nature of poetry than the arduous graft of ploughing and, having had some misadventures with the ladies (resulting in several illegitimate children, including twins to the woman who would become his wife, Jean Armour), he planned to escape to the safer, sunnier climes of the West Indies. However, at the point of abandoning farming, his first collection "Poems- Chiefly in the Scottish Dialect - Kilmarnock Edition" (a set of poems essentially based on a broken love affair), was published and received much critical acclaim. This, together with pride of parenthood, made him stay in Scotland. He moved around the country, eventually arriving in Edinburgh, where he mingled in the illustrious circles of the artists and writers who were agog at the "Ploughman Poet." In a matter of weeks he was transformed from local hero to a national celebrity, fussed over by the Edinburgh literati of the day, and Jean Armour's father allowed her to marry him, now that he was no longer a lowly wordsmith. Alas, the trappings of fame did not bring fortune and he took up a job as an exciseman to supplement the meagre income. Whilst collecting taxes he continued to write, contributing songs to the likes of James Johnston's "Scot's Musical Museum" and George Thomson's "Select Collection of Original Scottish Airs." In all, more than 400 of Burns' songs are still in existence. The last years of Burns' life were devoted to penning great poetic masterpieces such as The Lea Rig, Tam O'Shanter and a Red, Red Rose. He died aged 37 of heart disease exacerbated by the hard manual work he undertook when he was young. His death occurred on the same day as his wife Jean gave birth to his last son, Maxwell. On the day of his burial more than 10,000 people came to watch and pay their respects. However, his popularity then was nothing compared to the heights it has reached since. On the anniversary of his birth, Scots both at home and abroad celebrate Robert Burns with a supper, where they address the haggis, the ladies and whisky. A celebration, which would undoubtedly make him proud.
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