oh that mrs. stanford, so progressive in her thoughts, ahead of her time, knocked down and yet built up by terrible grief over losing their only son. neither he nor she went to college, yet they purposed to build a university open to all.
leland did not live to see the church, but jane did.
her parents, for whom she built it, surely would have been so pleased. scottish stone carvers, venetian mosaicists, old world and new world leaded glass artists-and not all men. women clergy, and clergy from every faith to deliver the message. ours was a female rabbi. a two story organ, smaller ones, a piano, every wall and floor deliberately adorned. and angels, so very strong was her belief in them and the solace they provided.
lovely. lovely. lovely.
and the experts told her it couldn't be done.
leland jr. ascending to his heavenly father
it never fails...everywhere we go she runs in to someone she knows
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