[Magdalen] Thanksgivings Past.

[James Oppenheimer-Crawford]

It's a bit distressing to think of mice running around in your church, but
it is -- in a way -- a nice touch.  Those tiny little things were able to
have their own little thanksgiving celebration. Mice are so tiny, it's a
wonder that something that tiny can function. Same with the tiny birds!!

James W. Oppenheimer-Crawford
*“If you have a chance to accomplish something that will make things better
for people coming behind you, and you don’t do it, you're wasting your time
on this Earth.”  -- *Roberto Clemente

On Sat, Nov 29, 2014 at 8:02 AM, Grace Cangialosi <gracecan at gmail.com>
wrote:

> David, your description of the Thanksgivng decorations at church made me
> smile at a more recent memory. The mountain church where I was vicar for
> 9years had a similar custom of decorating with gourds, Indian corn, etc.
> for the Thanksgiving Eve service. Decorations were placed across the stone
> re redid at the back of the stone altar and along the communion rail. Since
> the woman who did it worked so hard at it, I let it all remain through
> Sunday, even though the colors clashed a bit with the Advent hangings!
> One year I came in on Sunday morning to discover that mice had eaten most
> of the Indian corn, leaving neat cobs right where they had been and a
> scattering of kernels on the altar! It only happened that one year, for
> some reason...
>
> > On Nov 27, 2014, at 2:53 PM, Cantor03--- via Magdalen <
> magdalen at herberthouse.org> wrote:
> >
> >
> >
> >
> > I was remembering this morning so many Thanksgivings from the past.
> >
> > For so many years in West Central Wisconsin, I would do the three  piece
> > suit and go down to the traditional Choral Eucharist at the local Christ
> > Church
> > Cathedral at 10 AM.  They had developed a tradition of decorating  the
> > high altar with colorful gourds, pumpkins, corn, apples, grapes, etc. -
> the
> > produce of the autumn harvest.  This could be trite, but it was  actually
> > really well done.  Even the high altar Tabernacle (front and center
> where
> > a Tabernacle should be!) was banked with this decor.
> >
> > Then I remember the 8 Thanksgivings I spent with my Aunt Helen in
> > Chicago, and the fun of taking the Badger Bus to the North Shore RR
> > Terminal in Milwaukee, and thence down to Howard Street and on foot
> > over to Ashland just at the city limits.  Thanksgiving dinner was at  my
> > Aunt Nora's in Monee, just at the Indiana line, and via the "IC", the
> > Illinois Central Railway - another fun excursion.
> >
> > Then the Black Friday in the Loop and riding the packed escalators
> > in Marshall Field's and taking in the wonderful windows of the main
> > store on State Street.  Aunt Helen had to work at the Lee  Gilbert
> > Jewelry store on South Michigan Ave., so I was on my own.
> >
> > The Sunday for me was initially at the grand First Methodist Church
> > in Evanston, and then eventually at the cavernous Saint Luke's
> > Episcopal in that City.
> >
> > Such fond memories.
> >
> >
> > David Strang - who wouldn't be able to dress up in a three piece suit  if
> >                      I  wanted to at this time.
>