Jews for Jesus
Thursday, May 11, 2006
Well, it was the day – the grand day. The day where there was the possibility of reunion after a mishap-half-heart-attack encounter in the grocery store three springs before… for Carrie.
But back to Wednesday – it was decided by Grandma that she would be moving to a smaller apartment off St. Francois in Old Town Florissant. She had only seen the sign for rent while she had been at an old car show with Uncle Mo, the Saturday before. And now she was moving in on Mom’s and Dad’s 26th anniversary – June 7th. There would be a good deal of packing and sorting and adjusting, but that evening, as they dropped by to see it, it seemed good and cozy, much smaller than her present abode, but it would be comfortable for her and she could still keep her lighthouse collection and there was a window looking down on St. Francois where they could watch the parade every year. Out back was a small gazebo garden and the entire street was lined with little shops (heralding from the 50’s and before), and the pleasant brick city hall surrounded by old trees and the park tucked away behind the old Catholic church at the end of the street. And on the corner was a pub which they were sure she would frequent.
Then it was to dinner at the Bread Company where they discussed how Grandma could arrange her furniture. And as the rain continued to come, they arrived at Chapel to see The Liberated Wailing Wall, which was quite fascinating. Collette had been specifically interested lately in the Jewish people, the chosen people, and listened intently to what they had to say. Interestingly, they said that it was true – the main reason Jews gave for their unbelief in Christ, was for the sake of tradition – a tradition of two thousand years of their people rejecting Christ. Losing their souls for tradition. It gave Collette shivers.
Afterward, an elderly gentleman (who used to come out and visit Great-Grandma when she lived with the Snicketts) from Chapel, was re-introduced to them by Grandma.
“Oh, yes, I remember,” the little man smiled, “you live out in Weldon Springs.”
“That’s right,” Grandma said, “and these girls were a little younger then.”
“We all were,” the little man agreed.
“We age quickly, don’t we?” Grandma chuckled.
“And we’re always trying to keep up with her,” Mom nodded towards Grandma.
The little man laughed. “And she still has a good lookin’ face for her age,” he chuckled to them after Grandma was out of hearing distance.
Work was the usual that Thursday – talking about the church which would be opened for the first time on Sunday, ideas of names that were rejected for the youth building (Yam, Youth Shed, etc.)… and more storms floated through. It was a good day for thoughts.
“The legend lives on from the Chippewa on down
Of the big lake they call Gitche Gumee
The lake, it is said, never gives up her dead
When the skies of November turn gloomy.
“With a load of iron ore – 26,000 tons more
Than the Edmund Fitzgerald weighed empty
That good ship and true was a bone to be chewed
When the gales of November came early.