Full moon musings
8:50 p.m.
I came away from the memorial with the distinct observation that Anglo-Saxon sounds like Norwegian, and plays havoc with your brain in that you think you should understand it, and certain words actually sound like you recognize them, but in the end, it’s really a different language. Also, the girl who eulogized the two professors had been a student of both of them, and said that Dr. N0rman would dissect essays by reading her line-by-line analysis into an old-fashioned cassette tape recorder and handed the cassette back to the student along with the paper. It sounds daunting.
As we were headed up the stairs to the faculty lounge, one of our colleagues mentioned that as time goes by, these events were bound to be happening more often. I fear that this is true. In the time that we have been at Bushop’s, I have already attended, and sung at, quite a few funerals and memorial services. That won’t be changing any time soon.
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