Sunday at Christ Church

So perhaps I drank too much last night when Therese and Gillian were here, but ah, it was fun. We ate at Phil's grandmother's table out on the porch. This is the wrought iron table, with a glass top, and six wrought iron chairs, that was, I think, on the sleeping porch at Mammaw's house on Western Ave. in Fort Worth. House no longer there, and I never saw it. By the time I met Phil his grandmother had had a bad stroke and was living with his parents, house had been sold, I think.

There are many family photos that involve the table. M.A. and Frank's wedding photos, with them cutting the cake; Philip's sixth birthday party, with the cowboy theme, his grandfather holding him; not sure what else, but evidently there are lots of family photos around the table. Bob, his cousin, had it for many years, and recently moved into a house (very modern) with no good place for the table. We seem to have acquired it (at non-trivial expense to move it up here, and get it sanded, primed, and painted white), but it looks great on the back porch there. Problem is, a great deal of the year it's COLD out there, but it was fun eating out there at the table.

I never feel well in the morning, but went to church anyway. All Saints' Day, Gerre Hancock was here for the weekend, directing the combined choirs and playing the organ (Martin is seriously jealous and asked me "how does he do that?!?!?"). He does seem to be able to work wonders with the choirs.

At Evensong they sang "Blessed City Heavenly Salem" (or maybe it is "Blessed Salem Heavenly City"---whichever) as the anthem. They have sung this before. Several times. Never before did it sound this good. The man is a wonder as a choirmaster. It was a real treat.

Turns out that, on top of being a top-notch, world class organist and choirmaster, HE IS A TEXAN. HE HAS ACTUALLY BEEN TO GOLIAD. KNOWS where it is, etc., etc. Small world.

Lillie