I found this on another blog. You likely know about these things- following a blog and seeing another blog there, and then yet another blog.
There is no chance that, two days later, I can remember where this beautiful thing was in order to credit the blogger. That's a break in common decency, blog etiquette, and the old fashioned good manners my mother taught me. Mea Culpa.
I only remember commenting to the blogger that the cellist looked like my grandmother and great grandmother. His eyes are not quite as blue as Grandma's.
And, frankly, I'm not sure he's Scottish at all, but my relatives were of Clan McCoy, and great grandmother's family was part of the Highland clearances. At least that part of the mother's family has been here a long time, and they settled in the Cumberland Gap area, moving on later to Pennsylvania or Ohio. This was according to my mother and grandmother. She sang like an angel, my grannie. Sweet, sweet memories....