Janet W Reed
Mom had a positive attitude and always kept on the sunny side of life. She loved the songs and music of his native Scotland. She memorized many of them, especially the poems of Robert Burns, and she’d often quote them at the opportune time. She was weak and frail before she died but her mind was still good. She quoted this to my father a couple of weeks before she died.
John Anderson my Jo - by Robert Burns
John Anderson, my jo, "When we were first acquent; (acquent-acquainted)
Your locks were like the raven, Your bonie brow was brent; (bonie-beautiful, brent-smooth, unwrinkled)
But now your brow is beld, John, (beld-bald) And your locks are like the snaw; (snaw-snow) But blessings on your frosty pow, (pow-head)
John Anderson, my jo,
We climb the hill thegither; (thegither-together) And manys a cantie day, John, (cantie-cheerful)
We’ve had wi’ ane anither: (ane anither- one another) Now we maun totter down, John, (maun totter down-must climb down)
And hand in hand we’ll go, To sleep thegither at the foot,
Love, Greg and Janet Reed