 |
 |
 |
 |
 |
 |
 |
 |
 |
 |
 |
 |
Saturday morning at the Chapel a small but lovely memorial was performed for the late William Huttel, the once great king of Maryland. Special songs were played and poems recited of saddened servants left behind. A precious moment was
relived and became the stuff of mythic lore & tradition. For those who don't know the tale, last season while people mourned his passing, a lone butterfly was spotted throughout the day. Those who saw it, took it as a sign. A sign their king will never be truly gone. In his honor
butterflies were unleashed to the wind. (Search carefully in some of the images and you will spot them).
The previous description and all these wonderful images are brought to you by Frank Hui. Because of his devotion, I have nothing to add. --Robyn Sotherby
As Always... click on the image for a larger view...
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Sunday evening as the sun slowly set and the revels came to an end, Jack Rackham read a sweet and somber tale about
Rex the Pirate and how his fellow travelers on the sea learned they no longer would share his company. The story was finished with the Pyrates leading a performance of Auld Lang Syne and one last parting glass was raised. Those bearing witness were greatly moved and touched with renewed grief. As I write this and recall that evening, I think about
what memories do to us. They bring us back to moments of joy & bliss and give great comfort. They also remind what is lost and nevermore to be experienced, and therefore tear at our hearts. Bill Huttel, I never really knew you but I think back to the waves
of emotions present that evening. And if someone can truly live on through the memories of others, then Bill you are immortal. And if the only real legacy a man can bequeath is the love he leaves behind, then your heirs are rich beyond their dreams.
|
|