My mother was a Scot,
descended from the Highland McIntosh, but born a Thomas and equally proud
of that part of her that brought into her heritage "the Welsh folk" from
Llanelli, Haverfordwest, and Pembroke. My grandmother shut out as much
English as possible from our lives, even reminding us that the Thomas's
came from the Welsh, and not the English, part of Wales.
Even though my mother lived
in the United States for about 20 years until her death in Arizona in
October, 2002, she always remained a Dundee lass. Her accent and her pride
in her Top of the Hill birthplace and life in her Dundee birthplace were a
constant reminder of her identity as a stranger in a foreign land. My
family and I are taking her home in a few weeks to rest her remains among
our family - her brother, her grandfather, and a baby cousin - in the
family lair in Dundee's Eastern Cemetery, a place she took me as a child
and young girl on many Sunday afternoons to remember and honour our dead.
This music is for my
mother, and for me, and for my children, and for you to enjoy, perhaps on
some Scottish Sabbath, and to remember that the King of Love is truly our
Shepherd and that the Scottish soul is blessed indeed when union is
complete with our ain folk.
SONGS FOR A SCOTTISH SABBATH
pibroch air (Donald MacDonald, fiddle) Music, Glasgow & Mackintosh)
Cornet Carrillon (R. Binge) Amazing Grace, Royal Scots Dragood Guards
Amazing Grace (Arr: S. Fairbairn)
Scotland The Brave (Arr: Herbert)
Garb of Old Gaul (Reid, Arr: Hartman)/Men of Harlech (Arr: Herbert)
The Back of enachie (Arr:Herbert)/Bonnie Dundee (Arr:Herbert)
Going Home (Arr: Herbert)
Abide With Me (Arr:Herbert
The King of Love My Shepherd Is (A Tribute to Diana)
Pachelbel: Canon in D,
Make Me a Channel of Your Peace (The Boatrights, Be Thou My Vision: A
Be Thou My Vision, ibid Come Ye to Zion
The King of Love, 23rd Psalm
Duane Street/Hancock (Enoch Train, A Poor Wayfaring Man of Grief)
Scotland The Brave (Praise to the Man)
Hudson (The Morning Breaks)
The 72nd Highlanders Farewell to Aberdeen (Rhona McKay, Harp) Music,
(Glasgow & MacKintosh)
Amazing Grace (Pipe Band of the Royal Tank Regiment)
The Sweetest Song I Know (William MacEwan)
Bonnie Strathyre (Sir John Blackwood McEwen 1868-19480)
Chorus: O Caledonia! Stern and Wild.
SONGS FOR A SCOTTISH
Music and Memories
This is a collection of music for
my mother, and for me to memorialize her life and our Highland McIntosh
family by. Each one of the pieces selected takes me back to a moment and a
memory of growing up in my Grandmotherís house at the Top of the Hill in
is a pibroch air, played on the fiddle that begins the collection
recognizing the pride in our clan family that my grandmother, born a
McIntosh, learned from her grandmother, born a Benvie, who adopted it from
"our people in Stanley" when she married into a family whose members were
not too far removed from the days Culloden Moor, where the clan fought and
has been a favourite peal of joy of mine since
I first heard it as a young woman, not long after I married into my
American family of German Blehs, Heinemans, Ruens and Ellerbrocks.
the ultimate pipe anthem reminding us of the Scots belief in and respect
for God the creator and Christ the Saviour.
Scotland the Brave,
of course as an anthem to our Country, but
when I became a member of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints,
a memory of the martyr prophet, Joseph Smith.
Garb of Old Gaul/Men of
Harlech remind me of my motherís
pride in being born Scottish and the daughter of her brave Welsh father,
David James Thomas, who went down with his shipmates in the Submarine G8 a
few days before the end of World War I.
The Back of Benachie
is one of the old Scottish songs that my Granny encouraged me to learn and
to sing with joy; Bonnie Dundee is for my motherís pride in her
is a favourite funeral hymn of the Arizona Indians, whom my mother loved
to learn about and visit as part of my work here in Arizona.
Abide With Me
is the hymn my mother told me that Edith Cavell a nurse of World War I
requested the Germans to allow her to sing before they shot her for
helping soldiers escape from the enemy in the Great War; my mother thus
introduced me to my first role model, a hero, a woman for me to follow.
The King of Love My
Shepherd Is is my childhood
favourite version of the 23rd Psalm which I learned when my
mother and grandmother sent me to Sunday School at the Bonnethill Kirk,
just across the street from us, and gave me the assurance that our father
is in Heaven and he surrounds us with his love.
became a favourite of mine, giving me peace as I adjusted to the death of
my husband at the too early age of 34.
Make Me a Channel of Your
Peace, a work of St Francis, the
gentle Christian who loved all living creatures, reminds me of my motherís
love for animals and babies and is the theme of the life Iím trying, but
not always succeeding, in leading.
Be Thou My Vision,
another old Scottish hymn through which I thank my mother and grandmother
for grounding me Church of Scotland Sunday School experiences to prepare
me for accepting the restored gospel.
Come Ye to Zion,
the place in the heart we all want to go.
a collection of quiet memories
The King of Love,
another version to love.
the early traditional tune for the song A Poor
Wayfaring Man of Grief, an anthem to Jesusí ministry, and at this time a
favourite hymn of my daughter, Adriana
Scotland the Brave,
the traditional tune for an old original hymn of the restoration
proclaiming the restoration of the gospel and communication between God
Highlanders Farewell to Aberdeen, a
jaunty tune that reminds me of happy days on "days here and there" with my
mother and my Granny learning about the land of my birth.
another version to remind us of the sacrifice of the Saviour.
The Sweetest Song I Know,
a song I discovered only recently but eloquently singing of Godís love.
another memory of day trips Ė this one brought about as a gift from my
Granny who, upon hearing me singing the Burns song I had newly learned,
asked me if I would like to go to Strathyre, and then immediately made the
sacrifices it took to give my heart and brain light and joy.
O Caledonia, Stern and Wild
is my image of Scotland Ė the rough waters and dangers of the North Sea
and Atlantic Coasts but with protective harbours among the crags and rocks
which, when found, protect and shelter us.
Iím so grateful for the
patience and kindness of my children who, bless them, listen to me and my
stories. They may not be aware yet, and someday they might, that they are
participating in the greatest, to me, of all Scottish traditions Ė the
historian, the keeper of the tales and the legends, and the one who passes
on values and traditions along with the old ways with the words, "I have a
storyÖ". My stories are facts about growing up in Scotland wrapped around
interpretations of childhood tempered by the understandings of my
adulthood, strengthened by the hopes and dreams and ambitions of who I
could become and what I could achieve because, despite all their mistakes
and parenting errors, I knew my mother loved me without any bounds and I
knew my grandmother believed in me and expected me to live my life with
pride in myself and courage to face all of lifeís hardships and overcome
every one of its challenges. I hope these are gifts I, too, may bestow
upon my children and that they, in their turn, may bestow upon me
understanding of how much I love me and forgive me my parental trespasses