Treasures
Seeing the latest Scottish Book Trust writing project on favourite treasures got me thinking about what I would consider a treasure. I am not really a possessions type person. I am grateful for the good health I have, my greatest possession. Also grateful for my wonderful family and their good health too. And contentment I guess, I am a happy, content and positive person. However, if I were to miss something, if for example, there was a fire and I could only grab one thing, what would I take? My fiddle is the one thing apart from photos that would be irreplaceable. My fiddle was handed down to me when my dad passed away. All I knew was that I wanted to keep this beautiful instrument that had been festering away in my parent's loft. I remember my dad bringing it down at Hogmanays past and the sad refrain of Oh Danny Boy. The sound of a fiddle has always had a haunting feeling to me. Not the harsh reels and strathspeys, but the slow airs and waltzes especially stir my emotions. ...