Someone asked me last week when I had started to sing as a child, and it immediately brought these old Scottish songs to mind. 70 Scottish Songs arranged by Helen Hopekirk, republished by Dover, was the first songbook of my very own when I was about 7 or 8 years old. When I was little I was terrified of dark corners, and being alone, but I used to be able to stay downstairs at the piano with that songbook, ages after my family had gone upstairs for the evening. During this time of being constantly at home, unsure of what is going on in the world, walking back down memory lane with these songs has turned out to be very comforting. They both remind me of the roots of my love for singing, and surround me with a sense of comfort stemming from the home-thoughts they raise up.