Back from Scotland and I had the great opportunity of seeing a lot of Macintosh Buildings in Glasgow as well as seeing the more historic castles and churches all the way to Edinburgh. I have to say the highlight was when I was able to see my dad's primary school and then the house that he grew up in until they moved to the US when he was 12 years old. (My dad lived until he was only 38 when he died of a heart attack in 1982) I had no idea of the view from atop the hill behind his house where you can see the foot of the highlands. I walked past the fields where he probably played football in and the elevated canal that ran by less than a quarter mile from his house. It was both exhilarating and saddening. The stories i never heard from him about his childhood in these very hills. Did he appreciate the view? Was he aware of his proximity to all the history and historic bloodshed? that very day would have been his 67th birthday, which I had not even realized until we had sat down in the local pub for a pint. So we raised a glass in his memory. |
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