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The Meenister’s Log
I was the Parish Minister here from the age of 26 until I was 31 (just a callow youth)
A few miles from Doune is the small village of Thornhill.
My Uncle and Aunt used to spend a couple of weeks there each summer in a house belonging to cousins.
They had been doing this for years and my Uncle Alex, being the friendly and kindly man that he was, was well known by the villagers; he’d been there so often, that he was virtually accepted as one of the locals.
a particular funeral I conducted in Doune springs to mind -or rather the aftermath.
On the day of this funeral, my Uncle was working in the garden of the cottage, when along the road passes this old worthy, all dressed up in his Sunday best. he was returning from said funeral.
“My, you’re looking very smart today, Wullie. Where have you been?”
“Up tae Doune” – that somehow doesn’t seem right – “tae Johnny Clarke’s funeral” came the reply, and then he added….
…”My yon auld meenister they’ve got there made a grand job of it!”
I was 29 or 30 at the time; Wullie, I guess, was in his seventies.
Age shall not weary them, nor the years condemn