Yesterday was fathers day and drove the long 570 miles don to England overnight to be with my grand kids Lexi and Ellie Skye. I arrived at 0600 after a 10 hour journey. That morning when the kids awoke was lovely and the joy that small kids produce is amazing, We had some day, football in the garden lots of games and one exhausted Grandpa. Then a Strawberry Solstice Festival at a farm and then a break on the move for lunch. By now it was back home and then a quick dash to the Stoke Row Chapel Flower Festival & Songs Of Praise where Lezi sung in the Choir. As we arrived the Salvation Army Band was playing and it was a heart warming sight. It was a lovely day and the Service was outside surrounded by flowers , it was magical. The Church was celebrating its 200 years and the Kids Stoke Row Junior School Choir sung ” This little heart of mine! There were many great hymns and it was a special day. Many of the hymns were known by me and some made me think of on Father Day of my Father and Mother. I wrote this piece a few years ago and memories came flooding back of how incredible parents they were. My Dad was a Church of Scotland Minister and I was the wild son of the manse
My Dad on the hills basic gear.Fathers Day
I had a minister as my father a “Fire and Brimstone minister” a tee – totaller. We had a great child hood though little money but my Dad loved sport, football and the mountains. He was a dedicated Church Of Scotland Minister and Mum brought us up all five kids.
I was a bit of a wild child as the Ministers son maybe it was because you got some grief which was usual for a son of the Manse! I was always playing up and getting into many scrapes. Dad was very strict and I needed it but looking back he gave me a great life. The rest of the family were well – behaved and as the youngest of the family with three sisters and one brother I was spoiled and often in trouble.
Dad and Mum gave me a love of the mountains and sport and we used to go to all of the Ayr United games home and away. Dad always wore his dog collar and this often got us into the games for free. I would vanish among the crowd and Dad and Mum would be in the stand. (Mum was always worried I would get arrested) He had a booming voice and it like me could be heard all around the ground and was a bit of a local character. The Church was his life and he worked so hard we hardly saw him. He was an old-fashioned minister who visited his people and was a true hard worker and was always there when you needed him. He was a very talented runner and won the Arthur’s Seat Race and several occasions a fit man playing tennis right into his later life.
It was in the Mountains he spent his early days in the 1930’s at Loch Eil in the West Coast as a student Minister visiting the far-flung parishes in Glendessary and about, small Churches with great people. He was looked after by the Head Keeper Cameron Of Loch Eil who carried all the heavy sacrament communion bits and pieces of gear for my Dad minister to some far-flung parishes. They would do a few Munro s after the services, he loved these days. He never forgot and always remembered Cameron and his care and loved the mountains and we had some great days out. It was in the hills that I really started to get to know my Dad and when I joined the RAF and joined the RAF Mountain Rescue he was happy. We managed a few great days in our amazing Galloway Hills, The Merrick, Corserine and Back Hill of the Bush and of course Arran were spent so many holidays. We had so many great days on the Ridge, Goatfell, A’Chir and the other great peaks. We all went as a family and had such holidays, huge days 12 hours at times and fish and chips on the way home. These are days I will never forget. The family holidays swapping manses in the Highlands were great fun and more big days on the mountains. He never wore any kit a jumper as his spare kit and old pair of shoes and trousers, he wore the dog collar at times to get up restricted tracks!
We had a plan to go round the big Hotels in the Highlands, the Clachaig in Glencoe, Kintail Lodge and Skye and do the big hills is comfort. Sadly it was not to be for once we had a bit of money but Mum died suddenly of leukaemia and Dad took it very hard. He was never the same and he collapsed in the pulpit during Easter week Services and never really recovered he was in hospital till he died. He was all there mentally but the stroke never allowed him to get out of hospital, it was a sad time for all.
You are who you are and family makes you who you are, I was very lucky to have had such a Dad and Mum, special people who you have no clue at the time what you owe them. Money means little, love and care is far more precious, I was a wild teenager and yet they still loved me and did their best, I will never forget that.
On father’s day and every day give Mum and Dad your love and tell them how much you care for them.
“I am still a bit wild but slowing down now! “ Heavy Whalley June 2015
Yesterday was special and Lexi and Ellie Skye are blessed to have such support, Dave their Dad and Yvette their Mum surround them with love. They have 5 grand parents and so many who love them. I cannot repeat how important your family are. I have spent a selfish life in the mountains but have been blessed by this special time with my grand kids. Add to that not being well after 3 operations every day is day to live and enjoy.
We are made in our early years and maybe some of the love and care worked for me. I wish Dad and Mum were about to see and advise me and I know how much they loved the grand kids. They would be so proud that this week their great grand daughter Rosie graduated this week with a Bachelor of Arts in Youth and Community work and applied Theology. Well done Rosie.
What a start to my break down South!