Our guests arrived and, as hoped, there was food and there was fellowship…and the tradition of honoring our heritage was continued.
We dressed for the occasion. We talked of fashion and beautiful people and history.
We lamented this and that and rejoiced in these and those (grammar?).
We shared family histories and trips taken.
We marveled at camera angles and precision planning…and we were glad to be together.
We learned a bit about things not commonly known.
We felt sorry for those who could not see the merits of the day.
Such events as The Wedding are reminders of the truism that we do not live by bread alone, as wise folks are so fond of saying..
For a few hours, for those who had eyes to see and ears to hear, a door, as the poet says, was half opened:
Say farewell to the trumpets!
You will hear them no more.
But their sweet sad silvery echoes
Will call to you still
Through the half-closed door.
At The Study on 29 April 2011 we saw and heard the trumpets.
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