Ian's daddy did a really good job of explaining his name and posted a couple of pictures.
http://carolinachronicles.blogspot.com/2009/08/introducing-ian-gordon.html
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Could we with ink the ocean fill, And were the skies of parchment made, Were every stalk on earth a quill, And every man a scribe by trade, To write the love of God above, Would drain the ocean dry. Nor could the scroll contain the whole, Though stretched from sky to sky.
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