My Mom and family arrived on Friday the 13th. My Mom plans her yearly trip to Utah around the Utah Scottish Festival, which was at Thanksgiving Point this year. You see my Mom is the Branch President for Clan Cameron in Edmonton and goes to Scottish Festivals all over Western Canada. She takes her Scottish heritage very seriously and loves the "pipes".This year she was going to have all of her grandchildren in the same place and wanted to show them off. She made each of them bright yellow t-shirts with the Cameron crest on the back and "I'm a Cameron Kid" on the front. She made me promise to take the kids down to the festival so that they could at least walk in the Clan parade, which I did. Ryan is not one for such activities so I took my three kids down so that all 7 of my Mom's grand kids could march with their grandma. The picture is of my brother Scot (yes that is the way he spells it) and my nephew O'wyn (again spelling).
I am not really into the Scottish heritage thing as much as my Mom but I will admit that when all those pipes were playing as we walked around the fair grounds I did get a bit choked up. I guess my Mom did make me proud to be descended from the Scot's.
I am not really into the Scottish heritage thing as much as my Mom but I will admit that when all those pipes were playing as we walked around the fair grounds I did get a bit choked up. I guess my Mom did make me proud to be descended from the Scot's.
Anyway there was a LOT of comments from people in the crowd of how cute all the little kids in the yellow t-shirts looked. You could just see the pride in my Mom's eyes. So for that at least the trip down was worth it.
