Everytime we go to a parade, there are bagpipes. Everytime I see and hear the bagpipes, I think of my grandma (gram), she hates the sound of bagpipes. Hate may be a strong word, but she doesn't enjoy the sound. Consequently, I can never hear them without thinking of how much she wouldn't be enjoying the parade with them walking by :) I love you Gram :)
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When I hear bagpipes I always think how much Gram would hate them, and how much Mom would LOVE them.
I do love them!! They make me tear up, and not for the same reason as my mother! I was so Sad to miss the Scottish Festival at Thanksgiving Point in June. Next year. The Walker side of the family was Scottish even though they emigrated from N. Ireland. And Gram was a Walker..go figure.
And Oma was a Wallace...They'll Never Take Our FREEDOMMMMMM!
Leslie- who like bagpipes outdoors but can't stand Amazing Grace. (Liked the movie tho)
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