He told me his name was Iain and we started talking after he stopped to pet my little dog. (If you want to make friends anywhere in the British Isles, all you really need to do is walk with a dog. A horse would probably work too, but it’s a lot harder to keep on a leash…)
As we walked through Glasgow’s Botanic Gardens, I asked Iain what he thought of the upcoming referendum on whether Scotland should become an independent country. His head says it’s not a good idea, Iain admitted, but “If you cut me, I bleed tartan.” After living in Glasgow his entire life, he can’t help feeling that despite all the issues and very good objections, his heart wants to see an independent Scotland.
Iain asked me what I thought of the Botanic Gardens, and talked about how important it’s been to Glasgow to have such beautiful parks and museums. Then he told me how he’d been taking care of his mother for most of the past decade as she suffered from Alzheimer’s. She’d been a park employee for many years as she raised her three children. Her son told me how much she’d sacrificed for them, and what it meant to him to be able to take care of her, even though it meant giving up his own job. As her ability to communicate declined, she still loved coming to the Gardens to see the flowers and the birds. He told me that with the “blue badge” for his car, he could park close enough to bring her every day for seven years, rain or snow or shine.

PLAQUE FOR A MOTHER: “This tree is planted in memory of our mother, Johan Gillon. A very brave lady and devoted mother who despite the many adversities in her life never gave up and was an inspiration to us all. ‘Till we meet again’ With all our love. Christine, Iain and Rosemary.”
Although the Botanic Gardens doesn’t usually do memorials, they recently planted her favorite tree, a linden, in her honor after she passed away. I asked if he could show me the tree, and we walked to the top of the park to admire a brave little sapling. You can tell that it’s got plenty of room, Iain said, and that in years to come it will be watching over the park she loved so much. And just maybe her tree will watch over an independent Scotland as well.
Happy Mothering Day to all Mums celebrating this Sunday, 30 March, here in the UK.
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Powerful post today. Very nice that they let him plant the tree in her honor. Alzheimer’s is such a horrible disease.
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Having recently lost both parents, I know the things he didn’t mention — the anger and confusion on both sides, the point at which you are performing intimate personal tasks you never imagined doing for your parent, the devastating decisions you need to make. Instead, he was just convinced that he was lucky to have that time with his mother, and to share her love for a special garden.
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Deeply meaningful. The son for the mother, now that is real devotion. I am happy for the honorable tree and hope it thrives.
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Now my dog and I have changed our regular walk path to pass that little tree every day, so we’ll keep an eye on it!
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I hope neither your dug (or you) are pissing on the tree :lol:
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Oh, Barb! An extremely good post and you made me cry. :) Some would say that what he did was dedication–that it was out of respect–but it was love. As for the other issue–I like the part about bleeding tartan–that’s neat. :)
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Iain was so matter of fact about it, and of course never mentioned the word “love”. But that’s what he was talking about.
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I think he was expressing love in both situations–love of country and love of family. How cool is that? And, maybe the overlap of the two. Take care! :)
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This is a wonderful post dear. Your friend Iain sound such a wonderful person. I can understand the idea of wanting independence for Scotland. As the years pass, I’m seeing that the great nationalistic drives of the past have not realy completely gone to sleep. Probably what we need is a global confederation of states or something so places like Scotland, Wales, The Basque country etc can live and administer themselves as they see fit.
Here’s to the linden tree…may it grow strong and tall.
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Thank you! One of the amazing things about taking walks with the dog is how everyone talks to her. Last week someone called down from where he was perched BY HIS TOES from a third story window ledge. With no rope or harness, he was washing windows by hanging onto the window frame with one hand. He came down the ladder, introduced himself as “Michael”, and told me that he’s been washing windows in our neighborhood for twenty years this way. He admired my dog, and we got to talking. Now I have a new friend, AND I’m set to get my windows washed every two months. I told him I’d make him some tea, but I would not be able to bring myself to watch him work.
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OMG…I certainly wouldn’t be able to watch him…I suffer from the fear of heights … for other people. I can just see people tumbling down ledges and windows and off rooves. Good you found, or rather your dog found him though, he’s probably quick and good!
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How nice!! If I ever move somewhere new, I’ll get a dog then!! Ha!!
I’m pretty lucky that I haven’t ventured into the days of needing to take care of my parents. I can only imagine how difficult that will be.
Loved this post. Short and sweet–sweet enough to bring a tear to my eye.
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My son used to borrow the dog when he wanted to meet girls. Apparently one of them is a total chick magnet. Sadly, I don’t think it was the boy.
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I have 3 dogs
sadly, they’re Jack Russells – great with people, but hate other dogs, so they’re not helping me meet women in the park (sigh) :cry:
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One of our new park friends, Arnie, has a spaniel puppy named Flynn. There are many days where we can’t beat our way through Flynn’s admiring throngs even to say hello.
Maybe you could rent a Flynn?
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I understand the ‘bleed tartan’
I am a Scot – was born and bred in Scotland, but have since spent more than half my life living in Canada and England
Despite that, I only have to hear the bagpipes playing and I become an emotional wreck
The skirl of the pipes has me casting aside my pacifist nature and ready to march, head high, shoulders back, ready to take on the world !
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Scots are a very funny breed. Most of the ones I’ve talked to say they think Alex Salmond is a [fill in your Scottish epithet of choice] and they realize that from an economic POV, they’re probably better off part of UK.
But then they say they just don’t think they can vote against an independent Scotland. Interesting times!
And for your pipes craving… these guys play most days on the mall at City Centre. If you’re ever in Glasgow, let me know and I’ll bring my (cute!) dog down there to meet you!
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZmeDigoPmDs
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Susie sent me! And I’m glad she did. What a lovely story. I hope Scotland finds its way to independence.
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How very cool! Loved this story. It is amazing how a little conversation can become a friendship. It is wonderful that the park made an exception.The last line gave me shivers!
I just found out that I am part Scottish! Another country I would love to explore!
Thanks for bringing this to the party Barb! Have fun clicking on links! Lots of new faces this time!
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This was a wonderful post! Your friend sounds like a great man. Who loved his mother greatly. So nice to read.
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