The roof at my father-confessor's church is being redone. Crunchy stuff keeps falling down in the nave. You can't really see it come down, but it's crunchy when you walk. And the hymnals have a fine powder on them. That's why the pew cushions were removed -- to ease clean-up.
Oh my goodness! The organ sounds wonderful! The chanting sounds wonderful! The congregational singing sounds wonderful! I never imagined that those pew cushions (which aren't even on the back of the pews, but just the seats) could make so much difference!
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Harrumph, says the wife of an organ technician. :)
ReplyDeleteCan the pew cushions get misplaced? (insert evil grin here.) Maybe the wonderful sounds of the organ right now can convince the congregation to leave the front half of the church without cushions.
Dear Susan,
ReplyDeleteOne of these days you are going to have to introduce yourself to me because I have no idea who you are and am frankly to shy to ask.
I know your there, I didn't know that this was your church. I thought you went somewhere more north of here. I did get a chance to meet your husband at the VBS which stunned me because I didn't expect it.
Had I more wits about me during those last days of pregnancy (trust me, it seems that I had forgotten to pack my wits since the move) I would have thought to ask him where you were.
I didn't realize you were there until I bumped into this blog a few weeks after VBS and recognized the pictures of the foods I ate during VBS (They were good!).
So ... is it a deal that you will search me out during the second service next Sunday, Septmeber 30th?
Hey, howdy there, Tammy!
ReplyDeleteI'm not usually at church up there on Sundays. I normally go to church here on Sundays. I have been there for early service the last few weeks because things are just a .... well .... a little bit hard here at home right now. So I need "more Jesus" as Pastor Wiest used to say. So I've been going early service there and then scooting out quickquick for 10:00 service here. Saw you at the funeral on Saturday, though.
And I know what you mean about not having your wits about you. Gosh, with our water situation and our propane situation, it's usually more than I can do to get one meal ready per day. My brain cells just aren't up to speed these days.
I probably won't be up to church until Pastor gets back. And I usually see your husband more than I see you. (That is, when I'm there for Thursday Matins.) But next time I see you, I'll accost you, okay? :-)
Rachel, my daughter, is a member there. She's there at late service almost every week with her husband. Both tall and thin, both with dark hair. Rachel, if you see Tammy (the one with the brand new baby) go say howdy. And Tammy, if you meet Rachel, then you'll know me if you see me. Apparently, Rachel and I have been mistaken for each other several times recently. One of the dear sweet men was worried about "trouble between the newlyweds" when he saw me at church alone one Sunday, mistaking me for my daughter. So I think that means Rachel and I look a little bit alike....
Sounds good! Larry said you and your daughter looked alike, and I think I have seen your daughter, but usually the back of her head. ;o)
ReplyDeleteLarry has tried to describe you both to me, and I have my suspicions as to who you are but am not adventurous enough to take that bold of a step.
It will be nice meeting you formally one of these days!
Gotta run!