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Jul. 20th, 2007 04:15 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
msmemory_archiveGreat turnout for Karen's wake last night. At the time of the OES memorial service reading, I swear there were over 200 people, and that's not counting those who had left, or had come to one of the two other sets of calling hours. As I said to the woman behind me in the queue for the guest book, they could've held the supplementary Grand Chapter session then & there and had a better crowd than they'll get in August. Yet, it wasn't "our Karen" in the casket. It scarcely looked like her, and there was nobody home.
Somebody added a nice touch, distributing evergreen twigs to all the OES people there, to put in the casket after the memorial. Nice. But it meant another lap through the already sort of recursive receiving line. (Moebius receiving lines are an OES specialty - first you go through the line and greet everyone, then the line folds over on itself, and of course that's not counting the people you already hugged as folks were assembling beforehand.)
In other news, Joan's going to need a plate put in, surgically, next week, to aid the healing of her sternum, fractured in a car accident. Everyone was very solicitous of her, and she couldn't hug anyone, poor thing. But we all just kept ribbing Judy, who had hit a moose and got away unscathed.
Somebody added a nice touch, distributing evergreen twigs to all the OES people there, to put in the casket after the memorial. Nice. But it meant another lap through the already sort of recursive receiving line. (Moebius receiving lines are an OES specialty - first you go through the line and greet everyone, then the line folds over on itself, and of course that's not counting the people you already hugged as folks were assembling beforehand.)
In other news, Joan's going to need a plate put in, surgically, next week, to aid the healing of her sternum, fractured in a car accident. Everyone was very solicitous of her, and she couldn't hug anyone, poor thing. But we all just kept ribbing Judy, who had hit a moose and got away unscathed.
