David is considering accepting a job in this building, in San Francisco, of which he took the picture after his interview. The offices are in the top two floors. To imagine being able to look at that spectacular view of the bay every day makes me a little breathless. Terry and I lived in SF for two years when we first got married. We owned and boarded two horses in the Golden Gate National Recreation Area with its thousands of acres of riding trails. I don't think I was mature enough to fully appreciate it then. There's not a more beautiful city in the whole country.
Tuesday, September 11, 2012
Thursday, September 6, 2012
"Adieu, kind and affectionate wife, and adieu forever. It is two o'clock, and I hope at three to be on my way to the Place de la Révolution. You see, my dearest, that by four o'clock I shall be happier, or at least not so unhappy as thou. Thou art the only person who made me cling to life, and for some time I was afraid of having lost thee. Thy silence, unbroken since the 30 Pluviose, made me think that thou hadst succumbed to the innumerable blows which thou hast undergone for some time, and then my days were numbered. I defended myself with courage and firmness. I shall show this up to the last moment, and I shall leave, I hope, the name of an honest man. I have not written to thee a longer letter, but I wish to converse a last time with thee. I swear to thee that under the fatal knife my thoughts will be fixed on thee. Live for my sons, my mother, my aunt. Bid my sister farewell, and receive the tenderest kisses. I have swallowed thy ring. (Italics added.) It was bound never to quit me. Adieu, my dearest. I send thee a thousand kisses." From Pierre Jean Sourdille-Lavatelle, aged 30, barrister, a prominent Girondon at Laval.
Sunday, September 2, 2012
Saturday, September 1, 2012
In autumn of 1792, the Marquis de la Rouerie (who had fought in the American Revolution under the name of Colonel Armand) organized an insurrection in Brittany with the hope of rescuing Louis XVI. The King was executed before their plan came to fruition. de la Rouerie died heartbroken, the insurrection collapsed, and documents related to it were buried in a bottle in a garden. Through the treachery of a Doctor Chévetal, the bottle and it's contents were unearthed and twelve of the conspirators were condemned to death. One of the five related farewell letters was written by a Françoise Desilles, aged 24. Madame Desilles was arrested, in error, but refused to save her life by revealing the name of her sister-in-law, the actual conspirator. When urged to do so, for the sake of her children, she replied, "My sister-in-law also is a mother." The following is Françoise's June 18, 1793 farewell letter to her sister-in-law: "My lot is cast, dearest. Do not be grieved, but view the event with as much tranquillity as I do. It is not without regret that I quit an existence which promised me happy days. I have one favor to ask, You know what is the fate of my unfortunate children. Be a mother to them, dearest; let them find in you an affectionate and beloved mother. Adieu, dear. I will not further prolong the time that I am spending in conversing with you. I have to approach the Supreme Being, at whose feet I cast myself. The resignation given me by the sweet persuasion that He will forgive me gives me joy. Speak of me to my children, but repel all bitterness. My trials are coming to an end, but yours will last. Adieu, dear. Cherish my memory, but do not lament my fate. I beg you, dear, to arrange with my sisters the education of my children. They have no resource but you three, and it is to you three that I confide them to serve them as a mother."