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| My friend Eugene at the Nova Scotia Boarder |
I don't remember the first time I heard bagpipes but I suspect it might have been when I my family made the very first trek driving from Ontario back to Nova Scotia, when I was just a kid. Once we hit the New Brunswick/Nova Scotia Boarder crossing there was always a Piper in the middle of a big flower garden playing his heart out.
I grew up with a friend who was actually was one of those Pipers at the Nova Scotia boarder. Eugene made a fine figure in his kilt and did a grand job playing his pipes.
It wasn't until I got older that the bagpipes really resonated with me. My heart would get very nostalgic and I'd get the feeling I was being called back to another place and an ancient time. I'm not sure if that place was the heather covered hills and dales of Scotland, but it was definitely ancient.
The history of bagpipes is ancient and after listening to a program about the pipes they held an even deeper fascination for me.
About a week later after hearing this program I learned about Jermaine Downey who talked about his love and passion for piping and how the bagpipes saved his life. He has a special vision and mission to help kids by teaching them to play the bagpipes and believes in the power of music to transform lives.
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| Jermaine Downey in Scotland |
