{"id":2083,"date":"2010-03-26T17:32:28","date_gmt":"2010-03-26T22:32:28","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/bekahcubed.menterz.com\/blog\/?p=2083"},"modified":"2010-03-26T17:32:28","modified_gmt":"2010-03-26T22:32:28","slug":"always-room-for-one-more","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/bekahcubed.menterz.com\/blog\/2010\/20100326-2083.htm","title":{"rendered":"Always Room for One More"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><a href=\"http:\/\/www.readingmylibrary.com\/\"><img loading=\"lazy\" src=\"images\/reading-my-library.gif\" alt=\"Reading My Library\" border=\"0\" height=\"150\" width=\"150\" class=\"alignright\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n<p>I grew up in an 1100 square foot (+ unfinished basement) home with my parents and 6 siblings. <\/p>\n<p>We barely managed to fit the dining room table into the dining room&#8211;and barely managed to fit ourselves around the table.<\/p>\n<p>But despite all this, we regularly had family, friends, and neighbors over to play or be babysat&#8211;and to enjoy dinner with us.<\/p>\n<p>I remember aunts or friends asking Mom if she was really sure that she wanted to babysit their kids. Mom would reply &#8220;What&#8217;s one or two more?&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>I loved that attitude&#8211;and still love it&#8211;&#8220;What&#8217;s one or two more?&#8221;  <\/p>\n<p>No matter how squished we were in the first place, one or two or three more was still plenty do-a-ble.<\/p>\n<p><img loading=\"lazy\" alt=\"Always Room for One More\" src=\"http:\/\/upload.wikimedia.org\/wikipedia\/en\/1\/19\/Cm_room_for_one_more.jpg\" title=\"Always room for one more\" class=\"alignright\" width=\"277\" height=\"240\" \/><br \/>\n<i>Always Room for One More<\/i> by Sorche Nic Leodhas is a children&#8217;s story I can definitely identify with.  Based on an old Scottish song, the tale tells the story of &#8220;Lachie MacLachlan and his good wife, and his bairns to the number of ten.&#8221;  They live in a little house, but Lachie declares that there&#8217;s &#8220;always room for one more.&#8221;  <\/p>\n<p>He invites in a tailor, a sailor, a Piper, a shepherd, soldiers, and more.  The whole house is full with dancing and singing, and always with room for one more&#8211;until the poor little house simply bursts. Literally.<\/p>\n<p>Poor little house.  Poor Lachie MacLachlan. Poor Missus MacLachlan and ten MacLachlan bairns.  <\/p>\n<p>Except maybe not.  <\/p>\n<p>The many dozens of people to whom they&#8217;ve shown hospitality pitch together to rebuild their house&#8211;a new house, twice as big as the old&#8211;where there&#8217;s &#8220;always room for one more.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>I&#8217;m not precisely sure why this story is filed in my local library as jP Alger (indicating author name Alger.)  The text is copyrighted by a Leclaire G. Alger&#8211;but I see no indication of who this Alger is or why he or she&#8217;s got the copyright.  At any rate, it&#8217;s filed under A, so I&#8217;ve read it along with my books by author &#8220;A&#8221;.<\/p>\n<p>The back of the book states that the story is an old Scottish popular song that has been handed down at least four generations in the author Sorche Nic Leodhas&#8217;s family.  Leodhas has half-translated the work into words that can be understood by American readers&#8211;but has left in enough Scottish phrases to make the tale&#8217;s roots clear.  <\/p>\n<p>This was a delightful tale that I enjoyed very much.  I definitely recommend that you look it up.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>I grew up in an 1100 square foot (+ unfinished basement) home with my parents and 6 siblings. We barely managed to fit the dining room table into the dining room&#8211;and barely managed to fit ourselves around the table. But despite all this, we regularly had family, friends, and neighbors over to play or be &#8230; <a title=\"Always Room for One More\" class=\"read-more\" href=\"http:\/\/bekahcubed.menterz.com\/blog\/2010\/20100326-2083.htm\">Read more <span class=\"screen-reader-text\">Always Room for One More<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_monsterinsights_skip_tracking":false,"_monsterinsights_sitenote_active":false,"_monsterinsights_sitenote_note":"","_monsterinsights_sitenote_category":0,"ngg_post_thumbnail":0},"categories":[19],"tags":[84,235,388,668,1021,1023],"aioseo_notices":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/bekahcubed.menterz.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2083"}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/bekahcubed.menterz.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/bekahcubed.menterz.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/bekahcubed.menterz.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/bekahcubed.menterz.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=2083"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"http:\/\/bekahcubed.menterz.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2083\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/bekahcubed.menterz.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=2083"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/bekahcubed.menterz.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=2083"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/bekahcubed.menterz.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=2083"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}