Photos by Linda Seccaspina
There is nothing that makes me weep more than the strains of bagpipe music in the air. My late father introduced me to highland music when I was still in diapers. Every Sunday morning “the Scottish Lion” would be crouched down with his ear inches away from the old HiFi listening to bagpipe music at a death defying volume. Through the years he attended every Pipes and Drums Tattoo that came to Montreal without fail.
At age six I was given a Scottish Tartan hat with a black ribbon trailing down my back and I wore it until the fabric became worn and the tartan unrecognizable. Even though we were of British descent the veins of a Scotsman lived in my father’s heart until he died. Because of his love of bagpipes, I try and attend The Highland Games in Almonte, Ontario each year. I long to hear the pipers and watch the young lasses perform their Highland Flings. In my dreams I am the one on stage dancing between the swords with black leather ghilley’s on my feet.
All it takes is one song to live a 1000 memories. Each year when I watch the massed bands march across the Almonte Fairgrounds I relive my youth once more. A life where even though my father and I had differences we shared the love of the bagpipes. I don’t know what it is, but when words fail bagpipe music speaks
” Alba gu brath!” Which means: “Scotland Forever”;
British by birth, Scotland by heart and forever a Highlander in song. What would life be without a little bagpipe?
Come to To The North Lanark Highland Games
Saturday August 27, 2016
9:00 a.m. – 6:00 p.m.
N.L.A.S. Fairgrounds, Almonte, Ontario
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