Yesterday was the 3rd annual Midland Highland Festival. My uncle here in town is a bagpipe player in a local bagpipe band, and his group has been the main organizer of this festival since its inception 3 years ago. After the first year I never thought there would be a 2nd annual festival...let alone a 3rd. But despite receiving little assistance from the city, the festival has continued to grow steadily in its 3 years of existence. It's a grass-roots effort put together by volunteers, but it's fun to go to. You hear various bagpipe bands play, you can watch sheep-herding dogs run around and herd sheep, and you can watch a bunch of muscle guys throw cabers and hammers. And of course...there's lots of kilts. This year was the first year there was a kid's area. Megan and Ben got to color their own bagpipe player, and Ben got to do the kid's version of the caber toss.
For those of you who don't know, the Frames are mainly of scottish origin. My grandfather immigrated from Scotland and my dad and his siblings (2 brothers and 1 sister) are first generation. My grandmother, who lives here in town as well, is originally from the Isle of Man, which sits just next to Scotland in the Irish Sea. So she obviously enjoyed the day yesterday. As my grandmother always likes to say at parties..."Here's lookin' up your kilts!"
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