Posts Tagged ‘church’

What’s good: Thank a veteran

A veteran stands at attention at the Woodstock, Vermont, war memorial.

I strolled down to the Woodstock, Vermont, Memorial Day parade this morning. As I headed out, our neighbor Ducky saw me and decided to walk with me. I lost her in the crowd later as I shooting pictures. For some reason, the parade was on Saturday. I know they didn’t start it on Saturday thinking it might last until Monday. Woodstock is a small town and this is a classic small town parade. It started with a dozen or so veterans, the color guard, a wagon with older vets being pulled by two draft horses, six brownie scouts, seven cub scouts, a young drum corps, a dozen men in Revolutionary War garb and the town’s two fire trucks. It didn’t take the parade long to get through town but people lined the streets, clapped for each group and the men took off their hats each time the American flag passed.

A Woodstock, Vermont, priest honors veterans.

What’s good: The new reflecting the old

A historic church is reflected in the glass of the Somerset County courthouse in Somerville, NJ.

Many years ago someone decided, and got others to go along, to build an ugly glass and steel building next to the classic courthouse and historic church in downtown Somerville. It happened a couple of years before I got here in 1987. When the sun is low, the reflection of the old church turns golden.

What’s good: Finding beauty in Newark

A church door in Newark.

I was on journalism career day panel today for students at Rutgers in Newark. Newark is one of my least favorite places, it is run down, grimy and overall ugly. But there is some amazing architecture. I drove past a stunning building with delicate, detailed scrolling along the roof. It looked like it hadn’t been occupied for 20 years and had a “For Sale” in front. I thought about how cool it would be to buy the place cheap and fix it up. It would be spectacular. Then I looked at the rest of the neighborhood. Too bad I can’t move it to Somerville.

On my way home I drove past St. Ames Church with a bright red door. It glowed brilliantly as the sun washed across the red paint. It amazes me how the more I look for something good, the more I see.

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