I had lofty goals of blogging while we were in Aberdeen, but alas a difficult internet connection prevented my efforts. And with a jet-lagged 8-month old who thinks it's nearly lunchtime, I decided to rise early today, make the best of it, and bang out the first and most important blog.
The graduation ceremony was held at Elphinstone Hall since Marischal College, the usual site, is under renovation. A dear friend of ours watched Genevie during the afternoon so I could enjoy the service unimpeded. And it was well worth the lengthy travel to see this journey through to its crowning goal. We had always known that if there were any way, humanly-speaking, that we could attend graduation together, we wanted to make it happen. It would have been like winning the Olympics and skipping the medal ceremony.
As an historian Trey revels in the rich historical tradition of the service -- the Latin, the robes, the music and pomp. November graduation is more lightly attended than July which had the added bonus for us that Trey was the only Divinity PhD who graduated in-person, so the Latin conferment was spoken directly to him, making it feel highly personalized. As you will see from the video I took, PhDs are "gowned" as part of the granting of the degree. The Aberdeen gown is red and black and unlike an American doctoral gown which is zipped in front with bars down the sleeves, the PhD gown is open in front with long, bell-like sleeves. Rather fetching if you ask me.
I'll let the rest of the story be told through the pictures.
We had the distinct and unexpected privilege of staying in our old home for the duration of our trip. The current residents, another University student family, are away on holiday and graciously opened The Orchard (as another friend has lovingly dubbed this sweet little house) to us.
Proceeding to the University for the ceremony.
Miracle of miracles, the weather while we were in Aberdeen was picturesque. Not without the occasional driech, we still saw the sun a good deal, and graduation day was gorgeous. Here, Dr. Holloway in front of his beloved King's.
And with the good Bishop.
King's in the waning autumn light.
Bishop Elphinstone's monument.
More of the monument and the beautiful sunset.
One of the graduation officers who helped to keep this crowd controlled. It was rather raucous at a few moments with some overeager relatives trying to snap photos. Interesting how cultural norms vary in this regard. This particular ceremony was definitely a united nations of graduates.
The requisite piper.
My ticket to the ceremony.
Trey's name in the program.
Trey processing in carrying his robe.
The other graduates -- or graduands as they are called.
A race well run.
Trey with a former student and a colleague.
We went to La Bamba afterwards for a little celebration (Evie's in the carseat behind me). Mexican in Scotland? you ask. Fair enough, but it was one of our favorites, and what would a Holloway party be without some Mex?