Annie 1.1.09

Dear Readers: Happy New Year. We hope you don’t need to recuperate too much from your celebrations last night and are enjoying the first day of 2009. This is always a good time to clear the slate and start fresh, mend fences, re-establish relationships and resolve to do better in every area of your life.
Here’s a poem sent in by a reader (author unknown) to help you get started:
Share your gifts and talents
listen with your heart.
Do the things you dream about but don’t have time to start.
Pick a bouquet of flowers,
show someone that you care.
Be gracious and forgiving,
life is never fair.
Hold on to your courage, you may need it down the road,
We all have a cross to bear,
it could be a heavy load.
If you practice all these things no matter where you roam,
You may find both sun and rain but you’ll never feel alone.
Dear Readers: Here’s a letter that has been kicking around in our Mailbox for a while, and we thought it was perfect for today:
Dear Annie: I was watching a movie the other night, and there was a scene where all the characters sang “Auld Lang Syne.” I’ve heard the song a million times but have no idea what the words are. I can never make them out clearly, and even the ones that sound like English make no sense to me. Can you help me out? -- Like To Know What I’m Singing
Dear Singing: The version we know best was written in the Scots language by poet Robert Burns. The first stanza seems fairly understandable:
Should auld acquaintance be forgot,
And never brought to mind?
Should auld acquaintance be forgot,
And days o’ lang syne?
For auld lang syne, my dear,
For auld lang syne,
We’ll tak a cup o’ kindness yet,
For auld lang syne.
Those words seem fairly straightforward and familiar, but they get a little tricky after that. Here are the other verses:
And surely ye’ll be your
pint-stowp!
And surely I’ll be mine!
And we’ll take a cup o’
kindness yet,
For auld lang syne.
We twa hae run about
the braes,
And pu’d the gowans fine;
But we’ve wandered mony
a weary foot,
Sin auld lang syne.
We twa hae paidl’d i’ the burn,
Frae morning sun till dine;
But seas between us braid
hae roar’d,
Sin auld lang syne.
And there’s a hand,
my trusty fiere!
And gie’s a hand o’ thine!
And we’ll tak a right
gude-willy waught,
For auld lang syne.
Of course, few of us speak the 18th-century Scots language, although you can use this to impress your friends. Here is the translation of the entire song:
Should old friends be forgotten and never brought to mind?
Should old friends be forgotten and the days they shared together?
For days now in the past,
my dear,
For days now in the past,
We’ll drink a toast of kind remembrance,
For days now in the past.
You can pay for your pint
tankard and I will pay for mine
We’ll drink a toast of kind remembrance,
For days now in the past
We two have ran about the
hillsides and pulled
wild daisies
But now we are far apart in distance,
From those days now
in the past.
We two have paddled in the stream from morning until noon,
But oceans now lie between us since those days now in the past
So take my hand, my trusty friend, and give me your hand
And we will take a hearty drink together,
In memory of those days now in the past.
Annie’s Mailbox is written by Kathy Mitchell and Marcy Sugar, longtime editors of the Ann Landers column. E-mail your questions to anniesmailbox@comcast.net.
Published in The Messenger 1.1.09

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