I am proud of the fact that I am a Scot. If I were born in Scotland, I would be clan chieftain of the Fraser clan, and if the government hadn't taken it over I would own one of the two Fraser castles. I still consider it an honor just to be a Scot. I am the first son of the first son for seven generations. My oldest son is the father of a boy, so that would make my grandson the ninth generation. My father instilled the pride in me me to be a Scot since I was born, He used to call me his royal blooded Scotsman. My fathers, father came from Scotland when he was only sixteen years old. Yet he could speak Gaelic and play the bagpipes I was told. He died when I was only one year old.

    One of my sons [number 3] met a man named Stewart Fraser, to say it right it is, Major Stewart Fraser. He is the ranking officer of the Fraser clan in my home town. Every now and then they have a town gathering. Major Fraser got my phone number from my son, the Major phoned me and invited me to the gathering of the clan. I said Give you an answer right now.

I thought over and phoned my son, I told him that I was not secure because of my handicap. He said dad you will be with your family. That did it!. I phoned the good major back and told him I would come.

    Oh what a good time had. After I paid a small amount, the majors son helped me to a table. After a few minutes the festivities began. There was the marching and the playing of the bagpipe brigade, the swearing in of officers, the tradition of bringing in the haggis. And then an excellent dinner was served. Yes, My son Scott was right I was with my family. Everyone seemed like I had known them all of my life. There was a raffle for something, I didn't know what. but when they called my number, the major brought me a beautiful Scottish sword, it is hanging in my front room and it will as long as I live.

    You would think my story would end there. But it doesn't Stewart phoned me again, there was to be another gathering of the clan, that was to take place in a month, It so happened that one of my sisters was coming from out of state to visit, I bought two admissions in advance and when she came, I took her to the clan gathering with me. As usual, Stewart and his son met us at the door dressed in the full regalia of the Scots tradition, there tartans were of the Fraser clan naturally. My sister was impressed to no end. We walked in and sat at a table and sat ourselves down. The major came over and introduced himself to my sister before the festivities began.