88

this day in 1921 in a farmhouse near a hamlet called pettapiece, my dear dad was born ... and if he was with us today, he would be a roaring 88!

my father's parents and his oldest sister came to canada from orkney, scotland and he was raised at pettapiece with his two sisters ... lived close by his entire life ... and now rests next to the very farm he was born ...

he had visited his home of ancestry a number of times and in his later years he yearned to go back just one more time ... now i suppose he frequents his beloved orkney and maybe even shares a wee dram with the folks ~ that would be heaven to him ...

it has been said that angels and the hereafter can hear when a harp is being played ... well, today i will be playing my harp for my friends anniversary celebration ... and for certain i will play this song, my recording of 'skye boat song' and more ... for my dad and all souls dear to me ...



happy birthday dad ~

thank you to ben for capturing parts of the highlands and isles of scotland so beautifully in these images ...