Dedication

Nelson Dick - Passport Photo

Nelson Cameron Dick as a young man.

My grandfather, Nelson Cameron Dick, was my inspiration for this site.  His interest in the family history sparked my own curiosity.  I recall him writing to libraries in Scotland for family history and genealogical information in the 60s (before the Internet, before Roots).  From his work, I got my first glimpse of the Dick family history, the Scottish Chiefs, Clan Keith and our part in that lineage.

My Grandfather, Nelson Dick and his daughter, my mother

Nelson and Sonja Dick

My mother passed away on December 16th, 2012.  I had just received the formal membership back from Clan Kieth before going to the hospital to be with her for her final days on earth. I brought the clan documentation and a shawl made of the Ancient Keith tartan with me.  She was pleased to see 7 generations of the Dick family lineage added to the clan records.

Sonja Marie  Dick

My mother at 15.

The ancient Celts believed that as long as you remembered, talked, and shared stories  about people, a part of them continued on.  This site is for those who went before us. Gone but never forgotten.

Into the West – sung by Annie Lennox

Played for Mom moments before she passed. I thought it very fitting, and hope it brought her some comfort.

Annie Lennox – Into The West

Lay down
Your sweet and weary head
Night is falling
You have come to journey’s end
Sleep now
And dream of the ones who came before
They are calling
From across a distant shore
Why do you weep?
What are these tears upon your face?
Soon you will see
All of your fears will pass away

Safe in my arms
You’re only sleeping

What can you see
On the horizon?
Why do the white gulls call?
Across the sea
A pale moon rises
The ships have come to carry you home
And all will turn
To silver-glass
A light on the water
All souls pass

Hope fades
Until the world of night
Through shadows’ falling
Out of memory and time
Don’t say
We have come now to the end
White shores are calling
You and I will meet again

And you’ll be here in my arms
Just sleeping

What can you see
On the horizon?
Why do the white gulls call?
Across the sea
A pale moon rises
The ships have come to carry you home
And all will turn
To silver-glass
A light on the water
Grey ships pass
Into the West

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