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As a young lad in a Sussex boarding school, I had to go to church in grey corduroy shorts, grey shirt, and sandals. The two Scottish brothers wore their kilts. They also spoke a light Scots (wee and bonnie). I did not realize then that my good friends, M. Marr and S. Lean, were of Scottish heritage. I grew up thinking that Scots wore kilts to church and was quite disappointed to find 10 years ago that even on Skye this seems to be no longer true (though they do speak the Gaelic).

For me, the decision came reluctantly. My wife loves to see men in kilts
More importantly, attending the recent Clan Chattan Band of Union resigning in Inverness, I rather liked seeing many of the Clan in kilts over the four days of festivities, especially as quite a few Clan tartans were worn, as the confederation touched more than a few groups. In fact, I felt a little undressed not having a kilt. I'm not sure when I will ever wear it, perhaps at Christmas when my children return. Adopting Scottish attributes seems a bit affected, considering that my family left there around 260 years ago, and that I am surely a genetically mix. Only my name and my Y chromosomes are fairly Scottish. Foreigners, in their rush to adapt to new surroundings, are too quick to drop the customs of the old country, especially their festivals, stories, and songs.