« Hermit Diary 29: On Journals | Main | Hermit Diary 31: Struggling with Art »

June 19, 2020


Your post moves me in so many ways, especially seeing the photo of your grandmother's Book of Common Prayer. My mother was born in 1916. I have her 1928 Book of Common Prayer/ Hymnal. My mother's mother's father was at one time the president of the Theosophical Society in Boston. After my grandparents married in a Unitarian church in Boston, they moved to Minnesota and lived in a small town where the choice was between the Assembly of God and the Episcopal church. My grandmother chose the Episcopal church.

Beautiful imagery in Psalm 92.

The comments to this entry are closed.