We came to Church of the Resurrection in 1968. We lived in a rental house, next to the church, at 333 Gregory Lane, with a one year old and five year old. As many of you know that one year old is our daughter, Michele Ramia. She went up to Hilltop House every Sunday morning where there was the children's nursery and a pre-school class. It was an old yellow house that sat out beyond the parking lot where there are houses now. The church owned all of that property.
There were so many young families. We had a youth choir that always made me tear up, with their angelic voices. And you know they were not always angelic. We joined the young couples club and had great parties every month. Father Shackell dubbed us the FFF, for friendly, fertile, flock. We met Janice and Dick Woodman as they were the coordinators and our families have remained close to this day. We taught Sunday School, sometimes after a rather late FFF party on Saturday night.
Marlin and Dick worked on the building committee when the church was trying to build some classrooms. Their vision was a little different from the pre-school building that was built and exists today. It was quite ironic that Marlin was so involved in getting our newest building built. Both he and Dick really see our new building as a labor of love and a completion of what they had started many years ago.
We drifted away for a few years, and then in 1988 I saw a friend from those FFF days at the grocery store. Her words were "You would really like our new priest." That was an understatement! We came back and met Bruce Smith, and the rest is history as these last 20 years just seemed to fly by. This is just a small snippet of our early years at Resurrection. But as always, this church community is so unique and loving. It's a privilege to be a part of it and celebrate the 50th anniversary with all of you who make this community special.