Sunday, April 6, 2014

My Heart Is In The Highlands...

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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