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1936 - 2008 Elliot Flett Logie

He married at 20 and died at 71 - too short by far. His was a life not rich in wealth, but rich in the things which are important: family, gardening, nature,food, music, good whisky and good talk, always talk: talk of people, talk of the past, talk of history, talk of countries and places far away, talk of the Scottish diaspora, talk of Orkney and talk of Kinbrace, his home in the Highlands of Scotland for nearly forty years.

Our dad, Elliot, was a man who loved to talk, to have a good yarn, as we would say in Orkney, who liked to know, who liked to engage with the world in the most immediate sense.

He always wanted to know who had been born, who had got married and who had died; an abiding interest in the natural cycle of things borne from working with the earth, dealing with the natural pattern of life and death, whether in the land, the garden, the animals, the weather or the seasons.

As a family we are bereft, distraught and truly heartbroken but we have also been able to love and laugh a lot in these last few days and be with our mum to comfort and take care of her. We would have made our Dad very proud - in the same way that we will remain eternally proud of him.

Welcome to the Elliot Logie Memorial Website.

Do not stand at my grave and weep

I am not there; I do not sleep.

I am a thousand winds that blow,

I am the diamond glints on snow,

I am the sun on ripened grain,

I am the gentle autumn rain.

When you awaken in the morning's hush

I am the swift uplifting rush

Of quiet birds in circled flight.

I am the soft stars that shine at night.

Do not stand at my grave and cry,

I am not there; I did not die.

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