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I pulled into a small municipal park on my way home to make some phone calls, but it was crowded!....
This brought back memories… When I was a mere little kid, I’d get hauled to church frequently, and the 10.30pm candlelight service on Christmas Eve was mandatory, and pretty cool actually. At some point, the lights would slowly dim, and one alter candle lit several, which in turn lit a candle held by each person in the church. Within maybe 5 minutes, the entire old gothic church was lit just by the tiny flames of about 700 little candles. Then the organ would start softly playing the intro to this hymn, the congregation would begin to stir uneasily in anticipation and dread of what they knew was coming, and then the choir’s soloist, a woman with a voice like Aunt Bea and a vibrato that ranged for an octave either side of whatever note she happened to land on, would begin the Oh Holy Night Massacre. The poor organist would struggle to stay within a few measures of wherever she wandered, and the admittedly very amateur choir of volunteers (and several who were obviously coerced) basically hummed in random bafflement behind her. When she got to that big ending, and that long, high note at the climax, it would actually seem to make your eyes vibrate, and you felt something moving in your ears kinda like when a bug gets in there. It was an annual Christmas tradition that we actually looked forward to…as children, it was hard to keep from laughing out loud, and I often saw my Dad struggling to remain composed. Even the pastor at times put his head down and his hands to his face, maybe praying, maybe hiding, maybe wiping tears, maybe pushing the earplugs further in, maybe wondering why he didn’t follow up on that football scholarship way back when. When it was mercifully over, there was a moment of uncomfortable silence as everyone composed themselves to continue.
This little 7-year-old did an enormously better job on a difficult song, and she got better as it went on. From 3:30 on, she gave me the chills. She did just great. I hope she volunteers at her church.
or in winter too, I guess.
In early 1944, a tiny Yorkshire terrier, weighing less than 4 pounds and no taller than a GI's boot, was found by a US soldier in an abandoned foxhole in the tropical jungles on the battle-scarred island of New Guinea. Thought to have been abandoned by the Japanese, the GIs soon realized that she could understand neither Japanese or English.
Found another strange tree in the park not too far from my house.
Not sure what's going on here...
Did two trees somehow become one many decades ago?
Is it where trolls live, or maybe the Keebler elves' workshop? (I didn't smell cookies.)
A portal into another dimension?
A rip in the space/time continuum?
Or maybe it's just a hole in an old tree.