When my father said goodbye to his father
at the ship docks on
The Clyde he knew that
he would never see
him again.
My grandfather playing the pipes
for my father during WW II
in Scotland.
That was in 1955.
After almost 60 years my sister, Brooke
and I had the negatives from
that trip finally put on a single CD.
My fathers love of Scotland
just shines in these images.
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