I look at the pictures of Scotland and sigh. There is just something about this country in my soul. Don't know why.
Grandmother's family had migrated from there. Campbell was the name. So long ago at least a hundred years ago.
They came to America. Don't know the details they are shrouded in the mists of time. All who could have told me
are gone. I was too young to realize or ask when she was alive. My dream is to be in Edinburgh for New Year's Eve
one day. To see the…
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Posted on November 19, 2009 at 16:19