Bagpipes in Nova Scotia


...elusive dreamer
Apr 5, 2009
As a
 bagpiper, I play many gigs. Recently I was asked by a funeral director to
 play at a graveside service for a man who loved being a model railroader. He had lots of family and friends,
 and they wanted him buried by some railroad tracks at a cemetery in the Nova Scotia back

As I was not familiar with the backwoods, I got lost and, being a typical
 man, I didn't stop for directions.
 I finally arrived over an hour late and saw that everyone had evidently gone
. There were only the diggers and crew
 left and they were eating lunch.

I felt badly and apologized to the men for
 being late.
 I went to the side of the grave and looked down and the vault lid was
 already in place. I didn't know what else to do, so I started to play.
 The workers put down their lunches and began to gather around.

I played out
 my heart and soul for this toy train guy. I played like
 I've never played before for this man who loved trains.
 In the end as I played "Amazing Grace", the workers began to weep. They wept, I
 wept, we all wept together.

When I finished, I packed up my bagpipes and
 started for my car. Though my head was hung low, my heart was full.
 As I opened the door to my car, I heard one of the workers say, "I never
 seen anything like that before, and I've been putting in septic tanks for twenty-five years!