Libraries for the young are number one today. I will never forget going to the the library (next door to the Bank of America building on Main Street that is now a courthouse, and alongside the company guest house) when I was young. I particularly remember that we checked out a book of fairy stories FOR ME. Nice old library, quiet, lots of polished oak, high windows. Renee--the value of the ritual you blogged about is absolutely clear and wonderful; a fine thing, indeed. From time to time I have looked at a former church and thought it would be a dandy residence, but can't bear the thought of using it for any but the historical purpose. If I knew it were well and truly deconsecrated, that would help---but, still... there must be so many vibes from the people who invested so much emotion in it. But we must move on, and the Church is not a society for the preservation of ancient monuments, eh? Thanks for sharing.TTFN
Ya. I remember a number of libraries when I was little. One with big lions outside, but I have no idea where that was, lol! Daddy was in the war, and we did a heck of a lot of traveling in my first five years. . . . They were always magical places for me: ALL that knowledge lined up along the walls, and you could *bring it home* and sit in bed with mama and she'd share it with you! Don't recall much in the way of books with pictures that I could tackle myself. More, snuggled under the covers up next to her side, and the words falling like cool waterfalls over me as I drifted off to sleep. On the uses of old churches -- my Quaker Meeting was needing a home, and ended up buying a decommissioned Presbyterian church, and the fun began. . . .http://valleyfriends.org/about/why-we-have-stained-glass-windows
Perhaps we come full circle? Mormons have dismally plain churches. Very functional for communities -- a ward house is usually half church, and half basketball court, with a stage at one end. Teen dances and playlets and roadshows in one half, and folding screens at the end of the chapel that can be opened into the basketball court-cum-theatre-and-dance-floor for bigger meetings (rolling carts of folding chairs readily available), and funerals. My brother rented one for the family celebration of my dad's 100th birthday. Just the recreational hall, AKA Rec Hall. . . . Which also has access to the Relief Society's kitchen. Family dinners after funerals are also hosted there. (As an aside, for almost a century, houses in SLC were pretty much built without dining rooms because of the availability of the church Rec Halls for big family/social gatherings. . . .)My years as a Catholic were lovely for buildings with much symbolism. And then the score of years in the Ethical Society, also plain. And the Quakers to whom I came home, plainer still, and with a plain purpose. . . .I've never been in the Meeting House in Dayton -- the move made the drive two hours each way, and early enough on a Sunday morning that I'd have to rise at four to be awake enough to leave at 8 for meeting. I've just given in to the fact that I'll likely remain a Quaker without a Meeting for the rest of this life. The old Meeting was an hour and a half each way, but was at four thirty in the afternoon because the space was borrowed/rented from the UU's. That was the edge of my comfort zone.
Thanks for posting this, puddle. There are times I definitely miss Meeting and wish Penny were not so opposed to any form of religious observance. But at the same time I have to admit that with so much else going on in my life I might be tempted to skip Weekly Meeting in the same way I skip the monthly meeting of the local Democratic party. Maybe someday, when I actually retire. <Er. what's that word "retire?"<
Incidentally, trying to publish a picture that is on my hard disk apparently doesn't work.
Yes, I've got books. In addition to the bookshelves and literally head-high stacks in my office, I have I think more than 1500 titles on my computer. Some are short fiction, though, so that doesn't really translate to "books."
English LectureA linguistics professor was lecturing to his English class one day. "In English," he said, "A double negative forms a positive. In some languages, though, such as Russian, a double negative is still a negative. However, there is no language wherein a double positive can form a negative."A voice from the back of the room piped up, "Yeah, right."
One thing I thought of adding to my post (but never got around to it) about the deconsecration service is that, after the statement of deconsecration was read (by Warren, a member of my church, who USED to attend St. Paul's), the bishop added that he intended that the altar and baptismal font remain consecrated. Then, he further added, "We'll consecrate them again just to be on the safe side."
*smile* Never hurts to make sure.
I've thought for long that cats were like teenagers and dogs like four year olds. Been wondering more recently if people who like/prefer cats like solving puzzles, while people who prefer dogs like having a puzzle to solve? That might also be the difference in the J/P breakdown in Myers/Briggs. . . .
Hmmm, maybe. I love cats and like dogs and I'm J/P. LOL!
Oh, yes, I've got books. LOL
And just so you'll have more, don't forget to go to www.Chicon.org and download the Hugo packet. You'll need your membership number and Hugo PIN, which were in an e-mail you got in February.
Hey all. Today's update from the nursery is that Mizzen is still gaining and still has aways to go. She's up to 15.60oz, but is still fighting a wicked sinus thing and abdominal heaves. Can't wait until the vet comes through with specific diagnosis and very specific medication. Guess what. Mizzen lets me hold her belly up in my lap and rub her belly! She's such a sweet kitty and it doesn't make a lick of sense that she'd be this adorable, given that she has been sick every day of her two month existence. Imagine when she feels good! Soon, we hope.
That's fine, Bill. I'm going to delete my post so my address isn't hanging out there. But just holler if you need it. :-)
Winnie is suddenly not feeling so good. Well, crap.
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