Nice thing about York--you can go far back in time, but the drive home is short. Milton and I took a half-day getaway. The first congress hid in York. I guess the official business was conducted in the stately brick, and the unofficial business in the bar across the street. How often do you see a mural about the constitution? The oldest church in York is the Quaker meetinghouse, 1766.
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Tuesday, September 28, 2010
Monday, June 9, 2008
the meetinghouse
Saturday, Rachel's memorial service was held in this Quaker meetinghouse in New York on Rutherford Place beside Styvesant Park.
As a child we chanted the rhyme: Quaker meeting has begun, no more laughing no more fun.
The space seems somber, but somehow lighter than earth. It especially appeals to me esthetically when it is empty of people. It's a light collector.
Dorcas gave the major eulogy. Brother Mel was there; we sang "Gott ist die Liebe" in a small choral ensemble. Monroe gave a profound tribute and benediction.
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