When visiting Paris in November 2016, I spotted this engraver adding to the writings on stone surrounding a grave. I could have spent an hour or more just watching. Disneyland was calling for a ten year old so I did not have that luxury, but in the few minutes that I stood and admired, I was struck by the difficulty in the stance of the craftsman; his patience; and, the peace of the cemetery.
I have blogged previously as to some stone engraving that might be considered less than perfect. Unlike the headstone at St. Bartholomew’s in Kinneigh, I did not for a moment consider this to be the work of a family relative.
I have on a few occasions pondered why the correction was made and allowed stand. I would have thought that many would have erected a new stone.
Maybe Mr. Porteous was a bit of a joker and wanted the last laugh at those left behind.
Maybe, it was deliberate to prompt passers-by, such as yours truly, to pause a while longer and think of Joseph McNeil Porteous – if so, it worked.
The tweets earlier today on other headstone corrections reminded me again of Joseph Porteous and prompted this rambling.