Friday, March 16, 2012

A Plaid Past

      I’m embarrassed to admit that I’m more familiar with my registered Quarter Horse’s pedigree than I am my own, but thanks to my great-aunt Bula, I recently learned more about the fraternal side of the family. It seems that she and my grandma, Nelda Boyd Lane, were descendants of the Boyd clan of Scotland. I’d always believed that Grandma was Irish, due in no small part to the fact that my grandpa, Carlyle “Pete” Lane, loved to tease Grandma with jokes about her Irish heritage, even though Lane is a Scotch-Irish surname. (His jokes irritated her but always amused his audience, even if we’d already heard them a dozen times.)
      At any rate, Bula told me that the Boyds have their own plaid (or tartan, as it’s termed in Scotland) registered in their name. This grabbed my attention because I love to decorate with plaid fabrics, especially wools, and my favorite vest is also a plaid.
      A few years ago, I concluded that plaids were the best way to tie in all the colors that I like in my home—earthy tones of red, blue, green, and gold—in rustic country style. Moreover, when I look at my favorite plaid wool blanket, I see countless interwoven crosses, which often remind me of a favorite quote: The Cross—where the worst of man meets the best of God. (My apologies to whoever spoke this; I’ve forgotten where I heard it.) But perhaps the real reason that I’m drawn to plaid is that I inherited a tartan gene from my Boyd forefathers!
       Thanks to the miracle of modern technology, I was able to quickly find a photo of the Boyd tartan.
“All the broken and dislocated pieces of the universe…get properly fixed and fit together in vibrant harmonies, all because of His death, His blood that poured down from the cross.”  COLOSSIANS 1:20

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