The reblogging continues with this summer highlight from a few years ago! How wonderful to revisit this memory, like opening a treasure chest locked away in a cave, only to see the jewels catch the sunlight all over again. Enjoy, and as always, do let me know, xxoo
In today’s ever expanding world being a fifth generation anything feels remarkable. Knowing that your name, and your ancestors’ name, and theirs before them, all belong to a well-respected family institution, causes one to swell with pride. In my case this pride is compounded with the recent Christening of my namesake tug boat, and thus having an even more direct connection to this mighty fleet that has endured all the trials of the last 150 years. Being a 5th generation McAllister never felt so wonderful as when I broke a bottle across the stern of the Moira McAllister!
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