I inherited my first kilt from the gentleman who helped restore my father's will to live after a dispatch rider motorcycle accident in WW II (more in my intro post). My mother had also given me his given name at birth - I was part of the therapy!
I was about 8 at the time and it was a full 8 yard Mackenzie Seaforth 22 ounce military. Took quite a few years before it fitted me. I still wear it with pride in memory of my benefactor.
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