Joan Lawrence

Forty-six years of Resurrection memories - in no particular order! 

Coming to Resurrection - my first "adult" church - in my cranberry, wide-wale corduroy maternity dress - and a hat! . . . . having, the next February, Amy, the only new or young baby at the church at the time, and finding instant grandparents - especially at the Chat and Chow mornings, when women could bring a sewing or other project to work on and a bag lunch, and spend the morning chatting and . . . well, you get it. I was grateful that so many women thought that it was great fun to hold and feed the baby.
A few years later, the Tuesday group became a quilting group and we made three quilts: one of squares made by individuals and put together by the group, which we gave to Father and Jeannette Shackell when they left the parish, another for Father Eric and Norma Yoeman when they left, and one of just colorful squares that we raffled off.  The Shackells eventually returned their quilt, with thanks, when they moved to a very small space; we raffled it too and Miriam Englar won it . . . very appropriate.
Meetings and receptions in the Fireside Room which was on the east side of the sanctuary and enclosed the pillars which are still there, and which used the door now used as the "front door" of the sanctuary.  The kitchen was what is now the nursery!  And we produced many great meals there . . . . there was a square dance in the sanctuary, complete with bales of hay and live music.  The floor was just cement at this time, and we sat on very uncomfortable but very portable folding chairs for services. We had no extra money to spare, but Father Shackell insisted that we come and said that "You can't give when you're empty, but in time you will fill up and spill over."  We had a great time.
Tuesday mornings at Hilltop House, which at the time was in the parking lot just on the opposite side of where the fence is now. The moms of preschoolers took turns babysitting and the others had three whole hours of time alone!  It was fun and affordable and we got to know the moms and their kids.
Amy as a toddler starting to pick flowers from a bed that was just outside the sacristy, I saying the "if we pick up them other people can't enjoy them" speech, and Father Shackell saying that it was her church too, so go right ahead.  Father Shackell giving me lots of food for thought by saying that the job of the church was not to make people good, but to make them whole . . . . A whole new concept for me at the time.
The Christmas Eve when the organ and choir were in the choir loft, and the organist, who had put the music on the railing, hit it by accident, and sheet music wafted gently down into the congregation . . . .Father Atwood, wearing his black cassock, backing into a candle at the altar and catching his robe on fire (no harm done to person or church.) . . . . The time Bishop Pike came to visit us and somehow the opening music and service got off to such a jumbled start that someone (Bishop Pike? Father Shackell? the organist?) just announced that we should start over, and we did. . . .Maggie Cartwright, who brought from the choir music we didn't know we had in us, directing us in Brahms' "How Lovely Is Thy Dwelling Place" - once it was so magical that several of us were teary at the end. . . . The years we had live animals (chickens, a sheep, dogs) at the Christmas pageants - all behaved well except the recalcitrant sheep who didn't want to go up the step to the altar area.  Serious encouragement ensued. . . . The day Father Bruce sleuthed out that his grandfather was my high school math teacher. . . .And, the well, ONE of the best memories of all is the day after ordinations when Amy, who had just become a priest, and Charlie Jett who had just been ordained deacon, did the Sunday services.  Our hearts were full with love and pride!
Joan Lawrence