Moldi oldies!

I tried the MOLDI connection and searched through their collections. Found several copies of my favorites RLS titles and a few videos (non fiction) that looked interesting. Was successful in checking them out, but when it came time to listen or view them.........nothing! It seems that most of them don't work on our Library computers! Heidi was very helpful with this predicament and suggested trying an MP3 version or just opening them at home. I

have yet to revisit them, but will give it a try.

All this reminds me of hearing the tales of great great uncle Archibald. He was known throughout the land as a devout miser. He wouldna’ spend a penny he didna’ need tae. He was the one who stood alain in the breach on Culloden moor as the Hielanders fell on either side. S‘truth they fell, but t’was from the reek. The man never bathed. Talk about moldy! Hoots Toots! When asked why he never used sic’a thing as soap, Archey answered, “I’d hae tae purchase it! An’ wha’ guds soap wi’out water and a basin tae put it in an’ a gud brush tae scrub wi’? Eh! There’s nae end tae the spendin’ when aince ye trot down that path.” By his own logic he saved all tha’ sil’er by gaing wi’out. It saved his life at Culloden for naebody would cam’ close eno’ tae strike’im. Archibald earned his livin’ as a piper, which was a wee bit risky after th’ ’45. The British so’diers were decorating a’ the trees w’pipers, but aince agin, Archies personal hygiene saved his neck. Nae’body wanted him hangin’ aboot th’ place. He was also vera’ near sighted, but as ye can guess, refused tae purchase ony specktaecles. It proved tae be his doun’ fa’. One day a wee lass gied him a wink and asked him tae cam’wi’her tae’ pipe in her village. She hinted there might be a bit o’ usquabae for him as well. Arch could ner’ resist the lassies an' was owr-fond o’ a bit o’ usquabae - sae af’ they gaes. Up spakes the lass, “Oh’ here’s the tricky bit! Let me tak’ yer pipes an’ lead ye’ across th’ burn.“ Oh, but she wa’ paukie! Her wee messin drapped a banna peel under Archies foot an’he slip’et in the burn an’ drowned! The lassie sold the pipes fra’ a gud’ bit o’sil'er, bagpipes being quite scarce a’tha’ time. Ah, weel! At least Archie finally got his bath!