I... I... I really have to admit, yes... I'm not really sure what you mean by Gaelic.
That's how I was raised, told about being Sons and Daughters of the Gael who speak Gaelic.
You can go to Scotland for a year, attending a University or traveling around on vacation,
and never heard Gaelic being spoken. Let me say...
Bay-an-uck let, blessings on you, and as you could say,
Agus oo hane a haritch, you as well my friend.
Here in Ontario, saying that to identify myself, no-one has ever answered.
I can go to the MacKenzie House in Queenston Heights near Niagara-on-the-Lake,
where no-one else knows Gaelic or has a dress MacKenzie tartan as I have.
That's where our modern Canada began, the making of Ontario and Quebec.
I was starting to go on about Scottish and Gaelic ancestries in another thread,
but I'll concentrate on that here. I grew up singing in the choir of our church.
This Outer Hebridis Island singing isn't what I grew up with.
We were energetic with lots of harmonies, even as a congregation.
When we started using the finished basement of our first church,
local Italian and French catholics would walk in and try to hug us.
Elders had to act as security to keep them at the back.
This was enough to make us leave the basement and build a new church in the country.
Others said that when my mother sang she had a savage beauty.
I'm going to use a scan of my Holy Bible and a photo of my mother.
Before I go on any more, let me ask you a question about "Christian" history.
Do you know "The Royal Scottish Register" and "The General Scottish Register",
and how they came about?
If you know that, you might know where Gaelic was first spoken,
and what "Hebridis" means in English.
These are very serious questions.