Sunday, May 13, 2007

Doctor of Jurisprudence

That is what the degree is called my daughter earned yesterday on one of the most beautiful days of the year. The weather was perfect and the ceremony was specific to their degrees, charged them with the power and education to make true differences and urged them to use their future wealth to bring positive change. I wanted to audit the class of the main speaker who was a brilliant woman from Harvard. Law graduates have impressive, velvet trimmed robes and get "hooded". I could not imagine what a hooder was, being a middle school teacher, I had my own interpretation! But each graduate has a colorful hood added to their robe by a professor OR maybe a family member who graduated from the U of I in the past. This thing is hung around their necks like a backwards necklace and they leave the stage looking even more magesterial than before. The band was super, only 5 pieces, great. I really thought the Krannert center was wonderful, and do they ever have a nice gift shop! We hurried to our dauther's house to meet with family and have home grown brauts from the new small butcher shop in town. All of you within driving distance--get to Le Roy for the most delicious brauts ever made, and not a drop of grease! How do they do that? Henry soon warmed up to everyone, although he was afraid of his Great Uncle Jim for a little while, I think it was because his grandpa's voice came out of a strange man's mouth-- Henry was expecting Grandpa and ran into a large strange man. It took him a few minutes to get over that. We were together with members of our family who are only all together at funerals. That was a refreshing change, we could laugh and talk, several were going over geneology charts trying to figure out the deep dark hilarious secrets of generations past. Generations that didn't feel the need to blab everything to the world. Lets just say that sometimes the national geographic genome project and geneology research don't exactly come up with expected information-- if you don't have a sense of humor, maybe you shouldn't go there.

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