I bought this picture in a charity shop the other day. It's a shame to see a family history discarded like this; it reminds me of a favourite poem, "Mr. and Mrs. Scotland Are Dead," by Kathleen Jamie. I've added the first verse below.
Durachdan,
Eddy
![Image](http://i44.photobucket.com/albums/f25/dimairt/MrandMrsScotlandpic_zpsccd46dad.jpg)
On the civic amenity landfill site,
the coup, the dump beyond the cemetery
and the 30-mile-an-hour sign, her stiff
old ladies’ bags, open mouthed, spew
postcards sent from small Scots towns
in 1960: Peebles, Largs, the rock-gardens
of Carnoustie, tinted in the dirt.
Mr and Mrs Scotland, here is the hand you were dealt:
fair but cool, showery but nevertheless,
Jean asks kindly; the lovely scenery;
in careful school-room script –
The Beltane Queen was crowned today.
But Mr and Mrs Scotland are dead. -
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