(Day 11) On swan ponds and pomp and circumstance...

The long road of life lies before you!
Farewell the neighing steed and the shrill trump,
The spirit-stirring drum, th'ear-piercing fife,
The royal banner, and all quality,
Pride, pomp, and circumstance of glorious war!
Shakespeare, Othello (Act III, Scene iii)

Like a proud music that draws men on to die
Madly upon the spears in martial ecstasy,
A measure that sets heaven in all their veins
   And iron in their hands.
I hear the Nation march
Beneath her ensign as an eagle's wing;
O'er shield and sheeted targe
The banners of my faith most gaily swing;
Moving to victory with solemn noise,
With worship and with conquest, and the voice of myriads.
Lord de Tabley's, The March of Glory

No entry yesterday.  I was too tired.  Errands in the morning.  Errands in the early afternoon.  A visit to the Swan Pond followed by the Grand March... I was asleep in the chair by 9PM...

It was a wonderful day for pictures and I took lots of them.  Lots because if Justin is anything like me 20 years from now, this event with all its pomp and circumstance will be but a distant memory.  Perhaps that is why so many go so far over the top these days?  To create a memory that will last in the midst of the thousands of other memories that will be created as a result of the myriad opportunities that the young people of this generation have?
Breagh and Grant
Some of the gang...

Justin and Kayla
Whatever the reason, I am glad there is a day between the Swan Pond, the Grand March and the three hour graduation ceremony that will take place on Saturday at Convocation Hall.  And get this... the diplomas a presented in order of the height of the graduate!  At 6'3" we will be there right to the end!!!


More of the gang...

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  1. AnonymousJune 26, 2011 at 7:05 AM

    Height of the graduate - that's funny!
    Congrats to Justin!

    (Nadine)

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