Mine was last Christmas. I took the family to spend it with my mother, who had just decided to stop chemo and let nature take its course. Mom is my blood connection to the House of Gordon, and had alway "threatened" to get me a kilt, so she was thrilled that we were all there and in tartan. It was a bittersweet visit to the family farm, our favorite place in the world, because we would all be there for the last time as a "whole" family.

Myself and all children "en Gordon"


Taking in a view of Irish Hollow