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A SASSENACH IN SINCLAIR “Harmony and understanding, sympathy and
trust abounding, no more falsehoods or
DRIVE – BEWARE! derisions, golden living dreams of visions,
mystic crystal revelation and the mind's true
BARRY COLEMAN liberation” – Hachsharah! (Sorry Hair).
So, what on earth would draw me
northwards, over the border, into a world of
suspicion in which I had to prove myself with
my every move. A Sassenach in Sinclair
Drive – Beware!
So, it was with trepidation that I crossed the
I They spoke funny, danced the hora at the
border…
n those days, through the 60s, there was
North-West London, the provinces
drop of a scarf, ran their very own Amelim
(including Norf London), and then
Glasgow, an independent authority unto camp, filled the Moadon with activity and
itself. gaiety, and took themselves very seriously.
When Loch Lomond called, they were
So, me? I was a pioneer down on the David hosteling away. Tiyulim and weekend camps.
Eder Farm. Lifting the bales with a pitchfork The drama society was nominated for prizes,
onto the hay cart, shoveling shit from the cow the rikkudim troupe performed to Scots
yards onto a trailer and then deftly spreading Royalty, the folk-song circle kept the camp
it with a shovel over the fields. fire alight in the back garden, the quiz team
always came up trumps, the weekly
GlasgITON kept us in the Ken, and the choir
gave full voice to Gaelic harmony.
Bernie Burns bringing in the hay
Up with the rooster and then home for
“meshek tea” – a trolley wheeled in to the
“klali” with teatime goodies of pally-wally
tea and bikkies. Fun with the chevra in the The young lassies’ football team smashed its
evenings, of culture, lectures, meetings and knobbly way through the local league,
stuff. without, of course, mentioning the young
lads’ second team. Here, the St Petersburg
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