At the bottom on the left is an alphabetical list of the pages in this web site, to help you navigate if you feel so inclined.
A guide to our family photo album covering 1994-2010, showing the principal themes, is here.
A year by year guide to our family time-line from 1994 through 2007 is here.
A photo journal beginning in 2008 is here.
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Here we are, at the reception in La Bellanderie, our lovely home in Saint Hilarion, southwest of Paris on the old road to Chartres. The French civil service had done its duty, and it was time for the food and a slow glass of champagne.
The preparations had been very hectic and hairy. A couple of weeks before the wedding we learned that the law in France considers one not to be divorced even after the divorce judgment has been pronounced. Think about that one for a minute! With a lot of hasty legal research in the Palais de Justice in Paris, and a bit of help from the best man, Karim Medjad, we figured out how to get around these legal impediments. Lucky that we picked a law professor as best man, wasn't it!
But Ian needed to make several visits to the competent authorities to get their permission for the wedding to take place, and it took until five p.m. on the day before the wedding to find the person with sufficient ability to figure out that we were entitled to get married and sufficient authority to convince the Maire of St. Hilarion to marry us. No fooling around with the French civil service!
Merci encore, Madame le Substitut!
You can imagine how this last minute uncertainty added a little zest to the proceedings: friends and family were arriving at local hotels, and we did not know whether to welcome them with open arms or apologize and send them on their way!
But all is well that ends well, and the assistant of the Maire duly married us in the Mairie of St. Hilarion.
Back in the dining room at La Bellanderie with the wood paneling on the walls and the bride's mother's paintings on the wood paneling. Jocelyne, Marie-Hélène's maid of honor, is behind us between Alain, her beau then and the father of her son, and Mamie, Marie-Hélène's grandmother, then 92 and full of vim. Uncle Daniel, Mamie's son, is next to her. In red is Véronique, the bride's cousin from Aix-en-Provence
Our only regret was the bride and groom's absent parents: only one, Grand-père, was still with us for the wedding.
Well, to be honest, we wouldn't have minded a honeymoon either!
It was a very special day. The knot tied, we could finally relax for a while. Not for long, of course, because we moved house, profession and children to Santa Cruz not five weeks later.
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