Eideard

Thanks, Ursarodinia

Hop was one of the inside editors here at Eideard. And as you can see from the tribute above by John C. Dvorak, one of the leading figures among a larger group of editors at Dvorak Uncensored and the Cagematch.

He will be sorely missed.

Special New Year’s good wishes to the regulars in so many countries who wander through here. We appreciate your reflection, thoughts and contributions.

Sith gun robh so!

Click on the above pic to see full-sized. It’s worth it!

As the regulars know, Eid threw down the gauntlet… or did I throw down the gauntlet?… anyway, war broke out, so there must have been a good reason.

This is no end in itself. It may only be an exercise. It might start something of value. It might not. Respect for my voice means little to me. Only the jot or mote of change that afflicts the eye of dictators, bigots, the superstitious.

Excepting the unchallenged, unimpeded greed of the Ruling Class in 19th Century Britain, I’d have been born and raised as Eideard M’or. Since my father’s death, as the eldest of the eldest men, I’d be the Campbell. But, only in the patriarchal tradition.

I’m using Eideard, my ancient name, for this blog. When my great-great-grandfather, Black Duncan, his wife and children, Annie Morrison, Roderick, Duncan and Innocence, came to this continent, only the head of clan or sept was called by the family name. Black Duncan was “The Campbell” back on the Isle of South Uist. Otherwise, he was Duncan na Banh.

We came here in the hold of a slave ship. Not being a profitable cargo like slaves, we were not treated “as well”. Of the 1600 or so, taken from our island home in the summer of 1851, fewer than half were alive for the next summer solstice.

I would be Eideard M’or.