That is so cool.

I remember well, just before my mom died of cirrhosis and dementia had set in. I stopped by to see her (care home was around the corner from me) and I'm wearing a kilt in her Scott tartan. Though she'd seen me kilted nearly daily for the two years prior she just couldn't remember. So she asked me about why I was kilted. I just told her it was in her honor, that this was the Scott tartan. She lit up and just beamed with pride. What a gift. Scott was her mother's clan and her middle name.



So, if you know your family history, and there are any clans to be had on your mother's side, be sure to order up some kilts in her clan tartans.

Ron