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the Highland Fling together. We walked the banks of Loch Lomond, the bonny, bonny banks of Lach Lomond, made promises and planned a home on Moody Street within the sounds of the bells from Old Abby. Our hearts were in tune as were our loyalties, but go to America to make his fortune. I had found a I have found joy and happiness in serving others. I will always love Andy. But you are not to pray one. Keep your virtue for him. Remember, no one wants a soiled peach." We talked about Jesus over and over. We read would say, "What wondrous thoughts to live by. of Jesus Christ." The stories of Dunfermline, the legends of for trie tartar-clad bagpipers or the gathering of each clan, all fascinated me, but the evenings I Whispeit 1 n.ci autunin leaves were falling the da v Aunt Marion lay gravely ill. Her sister-in-law Margaret with her crippled arms needed help. I sat on the stoop by her window with a heavy heart. . How could life go on without her? Trying to cover and the words echoed in the bedroom. Aunt Marion said, "uane, go tell that lass to in 1 nd her manners, and tell her I love her, and please, Jane, open apple tree and they are singing. . .Auld Lancj Syne." Note: October 20, 1913, she died. "Loving life, but loving more son^ of whloh life is made. 96 |
