Yearly Archives: 2007

88. Annabaglish

The Internet is pretty cool when you want to research something. A number of years ago I found a website dedicated to a branch of my ancestry. The family name McCornack is not that common, so anyone with blood connections to that name is probably a blood relative of mine. That site, and Mr. McCornack himself, were helpful when I was planning our 2002 visit to Scotland. I’d always wanted to see our ancestral home and maybe meet some Scottish relatives – but never really thought I’d get the chance. Here was a man that had done it – he visited Annabaglish in Kirkcowan, near Newton Stewart (which is in Dumfries and Galloway), Scotland and was willing to assist anyone else who wanted to do the same.

My mom was along on the trip – it is through her that I am related to the McCornacks. Her father’s grandmother was, I think, a McCornack. I’d have to check the family tree to be sure.

Anyway, we visited the farm and met the current (non McCornack) owners. They said that every so often Americans stop by to visit the ancestral home. They invited us into the house and onto the grounds where we had a bit of a look around.

A couple of years after our visit I looked up Annabaglish, hoping to get to the McCornack site again, but misspelled it Anabaglish. I was taken to this site (no longer working but try this instead). It turned out that a distant relative of mine, Jane Freeburg, had also taken the trip to Annabaglish and used a photo of the house as the cover of a CD she and her band, Queen Mab, released. After a couple of false starts I ended up getting in contact with Jane Freeburg. We exchanged a few emails and she sent me a small handmade book she’d put together about her trip to our ancestral home.

I also bought a few copies of the CD – one for me and one for my mother and aunt. I love Celtic music so this was a perfect find.

Listen to some samples of some of the songs from that CD. (no longer working but you can find these songs here.)

An Phis Fluich

Back to the Hills

The Morning Dew/Toss the Feathers

Monday, May 21, 2007

On Monday, Wednesday and Friday I drive Clare to school as a reward for A’s in academic subjects. I drove her today, then came home, expecting to begin working. Andrew needed a ride to school due to a missed bus. Then he called from school and needed his “odd-day” books.  Three trips up Wilson in about an hour…

Got some work done – not what I’d hoped since they needed old files fixed. Should be able to work on the next batch tomorrow though.

Took Clare (and Anna) to pick up some plants at American Plant Food. She wanted a Moon flower. We bought that plus a few other plants. Hope they thrive.

Talked to our neighbor Sue for a while, then Barry and Theo walked by. Theo came in and played with Clare for a while so Barry could walk his dogs around the block. Theo is so cute and he is in love with Clare.

Robin came over – we talked about books for a while – Barry said my bookshelf reminded him of hers – she agreed. I loaned her Shadow of the Wind.

Book group tonight was sparse and we didn’t discuss the book at all. I’m expecting the same for my night – sometime in June.

87. Last time you didn’t fake me out

Not sure where I first heard of Ike Reilly. I’m sure it was the Internet, but don’t know what lead me to his music. I like lyrics with a bite – funny, topical and or political. I like music that doesn’t overwhelm the lyrics. Reilly’s music and lyrics were what I was looking for. Maybe the fact that Ike Reilly is from the Chicago area made me give him a listen. However I heard of him doesn’t really matter. I bought a couple of his CDs and tried so see him live at least twice, finally succeeding in doing so at one of my favorite venues. Unfortunately I wasn’t impressed with his live show persona.

I love the opening stanza in the first track on his out-of-print album Salesmen and Racists.

Last time I couldn’t make you come
Last time you didn’t fake me out
Last time I got a little bit wasted
But this time I don’t think you’ll mind
‘Cause I’m funny:

This song was described as

“…the most infectious song you’ll never hear on commercial radio. Here, Reilly roasts pinheads of all shapes and sizes whose sins are forgiven because of their humor…”

Music Box Online, November 2001, Volume 8, #11

I’d rip the track off my cd and upload it but Ike kinda scares me a little. Wouldn’t want to get on his bad side.

If you get a chance to hear the song, do.

He’s funny.