Our website is back online–I know you will all be breathing a sigh of relief. There were a few Issues. Errors were made. I blame no one, LEAST OF ALL, myself. However, I must note that it is very lucky that Lawrence is available to correct my wilder excursions into irrational thoughtlessness. But what can I say–I am an Artist–I fall upon the Thorns of Life–I Bleed!
Which is to say, sometimes I might do things of surpassing foolishness.
A human failing. I own the soft impeachment.
However, there it is. Our website is back online, and I have amended some things, to make them more perfect. The wedding pages are simply GORGEOUS–with LACE and pearl beading (http://www.hopeandlawrence.com/Ours/Weddings/Index.html)! I am swooning over the gorgeousness!
Also, I have added some images to my dear Uncle Quentin’s account of his European boyhood (http://www.hopeandlawrence.com/Ours/FamilyStories/Quentin/Quentin%27sStory.html ).
And, my father’s memorial page is slightly altered (see http://www.hopeandlawrence.com/Ours/Memorials/2002Gordon/Gordon.html)
While I was looking over the page, I was moved again by the poem he used to quote to us so often–how it reminds me of him:
They told me, Heraclitus, they told me you were dead;
They brought me bitter news to hear and bitter tears to shed;
I wept, as I remembered, how often you and I
Had tired the sun with talking, and sent him down the sky.
And now that thou art lying, my dear old Carian guest,
A handful of grey ashes, long, long ago at rest,
Still are thy pleasant voices, thy nightingales, awake;
For Death, he taketh all away, but them he cannot take.
Hope
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