There was this wife who was passionately into genealogy, which held absolutely no sway with her cynical husband. One day she came home and excitedly advised him that she had found a connection with the family tree that “goes back to ‘nine-fifteen.’”
That prompted him to say, “A.M. or P.M.”
I have always been told that my forebears were Scots Irish, but I have never had the urge or the time to explore the past, although it would be nice to know that, perhaps, one of my ancient kin tossed the caber with Rob Roy or enjoyed a wee dram of Bushmills with Michael Collins.