Donna and I hadn't been to a movie in a while- she works in church library in Downtown Boston

The service today was actually from Ephesians and included in the hymns was How Great thou art. You, might say that the word "cosmic" replaced the word "transcendentalist" in the service, but still, I recognized the expression "universal truths". I'm not sure whether Ephesians includes the transubstiation, or transfiguration, of Christ at the moment, but the ascension to heaven was mention, meaning it would postulate whether "this is true because Christ was resurrection" or not, but there was a hint that the "cosmological" certainly includes a possible relation to Christ, particularly through faith. While Donna was working in the church library, which is in the heart of Downtown Boston, I noticed a shelf of ecclesiastical poetry titled "inklings" which she pointed out to me on the way back to the apartment, and I said that I thought it meant "Meditations". There might have been The Holy Sonnets of Donne, whom I think was one of the greatest British poets as an artist. And yet while she was shelving books I was reading a British novel by E. Phillips Oppenheim entitled The Illustrious Prince about a passenger on the Luisitania. My copy could be a first edition hardback; most likely it is. Donna mentioned that she wants to see every movie Jennifer Anniston ever makes,but we were early and she noticed the poster for this film. I had fried shrimp this time.

Visit to Henry Wadsworth Longfellow's Grave, a turtle, a rabbit-Donna is a new librarian at the Park Street Church

Longfellow's poetical works:

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Please use the above link to view a superbly illustrated copy of Henry Wadsworth Longfellow. This afternoon Donna and I found the poet's grave while walking through Mount Auburn Cemetary. Its quickly and easily found by using a map, but not if following the the road and paths- we had been walking an hour and were trying to find the easiest reachable exit when we found his tomb. We began by finding William Ellery Channing, the theologian and circled the perimeter towards the back of the cemetary. We found a pond that has a gravity fed fountain and and encountered a turtle. Then when we thought there wouldn't be any rabbits, Donna spotted a very small one that didn't try to avoid us while it was eating. Donna found a grave named Lockwood with an angel and children and noticed that there were family spots that reserved places for those still living- she usually goes into a Church alone to pray whenever we find one open- I started to offer that to her while we were in Rockport and she usually takes a moment of silent reflection whenever we pass an open Cathedral,  previous summers she has included the Old North and King's Chapel to where she could kneel at the altar- so I connected her idea that not all the graves were from a different century with her praying at the cemetary church. The church at Mount Auburn has beautifull stained glass in someone you happen to be with needs to exersize their individual need to pray or intrinsic individuality. Historically, I like the churchyards that date from before Mount Auburn, specifically, Tremont Street and maybe those near Harvard. The news since the week we spent in Rockport this year is that Donna is a new librarian at the Park Street Church library. I was impressed. I believe it was built in 1809, and I was reading their original principles of founding the church and they are jampacked-a- a-crashcourse with theological thought and precepts as to why the original twelve married couples that began the church carried on the ideas on causality established during the 1600's- that belief in the Lord as Savoir was a requirement of belonging to the "Congregation" and with that an outline of precepts that we to be adhered to devotedly. But she loves being a church librarian and can attend the service after.
Honestly, I go to the cemetary for the Art, and maybe the serenity of finding a rabbit. I didn't notice as many statues this year, although there were some. I found a bust situated in the middle of a crypt by looking though the door into an otherwise empty mausoleum (if your ever there the name on it was Borne).
The link at the top of this blog show a superbly illustrated British copy of the poems of Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, which I thought I'd recommend for perusal.
Honestly, this summer I'm reading the author E. Phillips Oppenheim this summer and in now way regret it. During June and July of 2013 I've read the novels The Cinema Murder, The Passionate Quest, The Treasure House of Martin Hews, The Wrath to Come and The Golden Beast. All by Oppenheim written from 1917-1928. To begin August, I'm now reading a sixth novel written by Oppenheim, The Strange Boarders of Palace Crescent, written a little later, in 1934. I like his fiction enough and hope his command of the language and artistic expression of imagination finds its way to my writing. Its steady-during a busy summer where I could have found even more time to enjoy reading them.

Scott Lord Silent Film In regard to how pleased I am, not only does Donna sing hymns at the Park Street Church, which she enjoys and therefore I'm glad for her, but the church shares a view of the Tremont Street cemetary, one of our oldest, with the adjacent Boston Anthenuem, the most beautiful library of its size you could picture.

Scott Lord: Movie For Rockport, Massachusetts, please view.

We had superb waffles for breakfast four mornings in a row in Rockport, Massachusetts.
 Donna said that getting a taxi, rather than carrying luggage was pretty good for my birthday, so please view this movie, which I added tonight due to its atmosphere. A seance at an house by the sea, overlooking the ocean.
 The companion film to it is the film The Uninvited, with Ray Milland, and I'll try to get a copy to put in a playlist with this one as a double feature- soon. So, if you are near Rockport and got similar whether we did, please accept this film as complimentary and as my suggestion.

I found a turtle, dusk at Back Beach,Front Beach, Sunset at Motif Number One

I remarked that it was a dark sunset set at Motif Number One, it actually being nightfall by the time we left. After dinner I was looking for a way to Back Beach. Last year Donna and I had visited Front Beach during the afternoon and she wanted to return. I had noticed that the landscaping to Millbrook Meadow was still in progress, whereas this year the public park was completed. There's a small wooden bridge and, a stairway that I asked if her and I could try. There happenned to be an old swing set and she wanted to use the swing, her saying, "I remember." Then she spotted a small waterfall, which is man-made cascading rocks that the brook travels over, when I heard a bullfrog. Apparently there might have been a waterwheel years ago, which has vanished, but its name is The Mill Pond, and has been there since the 1700's. A turtle, about the size of a small dish or paper plate, was swimming in the shallow water untill it finally neared the surface-we then exited the park, which is across the street from Front Beach. Front Beach is sand; Back Beach is almost entirely rock and or pebbles; they both lay adjacent. As the sun went down I had a coffee on Bearskin Neck as the rain held. It was cloudy, so there really wasn't any sunset, which in itself was a nice effect as we passed Motif Number One. To make it an even more interesting Rockport, while the Little Art Cinema was closed for the evening, the Rockport Town Hall had a light on, so we stopped in for a minute. Downstairs there were old paintings from local artists, which, although they might not be renown or exceedingly valuable, were well worth the pleasant suprise, one I remember being of Motif Number One by an obscure artist named Sam Coty.