Montag, Mai 26, 2008

Memorial Day

We settled on the house we live in after much searching, partly because we heard a piper playing in the cemetery across the street. Now houses have grown up between us and the resting place of many dead, but pipers still play there in their memory. Our daughter is among them.

Some of the pipers are great-great-grandchildren of Robert Barclay, who had been the Queen's Piper, then came to America and founded the Utah Pipe Band.

Our own Scottish heritage has been difficult trace; we have only the name of a Scottish ancestress who raised Paul's grandfather: Hannah Grahame. Laurel simplified things by marrying into a family of Utah Scots, the Leishmans of Cache Valley.

We know three of the dead who are our near neighbors across the street. One the grandfather of our son-in-law; the other the little child of a friend, his oldest son, little Kyle. The third is Dave Barclay, who taught Laurel and half the pipers in Utah.

P.S. In case you are reading off bloglines, there is a short video of the bagpipers in the actual blog.

1 Kommentar:

KnitNana hat gesagt…

Wonderful photos! I do so love a good bagpipe band! Guess it's my own Scot's heritage...

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