Nostalgia..

From the left...

Uncle George, Uncle John, Uncle Jimmy, Uncle Willie.

These became the old men that I grew up with.   They became the old men who would come at New Year and sing old Scottish songs over a wee dram.   Uncle Jimmy visited every Saturday morning in life.   Often we would visit them and their families of a weekend.   

And the seasons they go round and round 
And the painted ponies go up and down 
We're captive on the carousel of time 
We can't return we can only look 
Behind from where we came 
And go round and round and round 
In the circle game.         The lovely Joni Mitchell