How can I forget all those lovely days way back years ago spent with Mum and Dad and siblings where Malcom would entertain us for hours. We would sit around him mesmerised  as he played us his beautiful songs. And when ever he created a new tune we couldnt wait to hear and then after hearing it, we would ask him to play it over and over again. Most of his songs had lyrics, which he would sing to us. He had a beautiful gentle voice and was so modest that often we were the only one who knew of his amazing musical talent, until finally he joined up with a small band of like minded talented. musicians.

I will always remember when Mac had a bad accident and lost his thumb that became trapped in a lift. He was heart broken at the time and thought he would never be able to play again. But time proved him wrong. Eventually little by little he adapted to playing without his lost finger and after some 12 months ended up playing even better than before and It was long before he learnt to play a 12 strung guitar which truly was a miracle. But then dear Mac  believed in miracles and had a strong enduring faith in God which is reflected in this video I made to Mac as a loving tribute. God named his song God Is My Father