Every year we attend the Scottish Highland Festival in Alma. It is a time for me to remember my family, my heritage, and enjoy the exhilarating pipes and drums. I am so happy to share it now with my own child and husband. We park at the Presbyterian church, which is just off Alma college campus where the festival takes place. There is a courtyard there where the ashes of my grandparents & father were laid. There is a bench in the garden where we can sit and remember, and listen to the bagpipes in the distance. The whir of the pipes stirs in me both the near past, and very distant past as I imagine it...that one ancestor making his way from Scotland to the new world. I am a hopeless romantic I suppose. That journey in thought ends in the present, as I look upon my own continuing bloodline and wonder what life's journey will bring to her.
The massed bands are impressive. Hundreds of pipers & drummers all marching and playing in sync makes for a powerful display.
A "heelin' coo" or highland cow
The sheep herding demonstration is a favorite!
Faolan was so cute watching the highland dance competition. She tried hard to mimic every move.
Remembering family in the memorial garden.
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