Remembering Doc Wilson

My wife made me do some tidying up in my "band closet" (she's about to pop out a future Highlander and is really feathering the nest right now). Amongst the exercises that I never do and drafts of scores we never played I found a copy of the letter that one of our band's founding members, Dr. Steve Wilson, dictated to be read at Burns' Night 2006. Steve was in the final throws of a battle with cancer and died shortly before that Burns'. I was the emcee that evening and I can still remember how hard it was to get through the letter, which I will post below in a bit.

Running into this letter made me think about the fact that there are a lot of newer members of the Ozark Highlanders who never had the honor and pleasure of playing with Doc Wilson. He was a joy to be around and one of the most interesting people I've ever met. Ask some of the old hands in the band to tell you stories about Steve; I bet we all have one. And if not a story, at least a really bad joke. :)

Here's the letter:

BURNS NIGHT

It's always been one of my greatest pleasures to be a part of the Ozark Highlanders Pipe Band. I've always wanted to write a book about the Ozark Highlanders but there was always far too much material.

Some of my greatest pleasures have come in times spent with this fine group of people. It's been a fun ride all the way and in piping, I've made the closest friends I could have on this earth.

It's a well known fact among old pipers like myself that the Bible says when the angels rejoice with God they play harps, when they play for themselves they play bagpipes and God eavesdrops. Each one of you know deep down in your hearts, and all of you who know me, know that this is a load of crock. Nevertheless, like I've always said, this band is family.

It's been a great joyride, but I must reluctantly be the first to cash in my ticket. But I'll be waiting for you because we've got a big job coming up. So, tighten your snare heads and tune your drones and join me hopefully in the distant future for the biggest concert of all.

I leave you with brow of affection in my heart, a wee bit of sorrow, but with more joy than any laddie can ever expect, and now it is time to move on.

As we all remind ourselves the Great Clan Chief awaits us with open arms, just as you will each reside in my heart until the end of time.

Steven C. Wilson, M.D.
January 25, 2006


We miss you, Steve...