Donna spends second week after CoVid as church librarian

It seems like everything has been put back to where it was- a new minister introduced herself and I spoke with our newly installed Pastor, but there are certainly some familiar faces this week.

Donna returned to the library after it was closed for over a year of CoVid 19

Donna was librarian today at The Park Street Church on Boston Common. A new minister has been installed since we were last there and we had the chance to meet him today. It has been over a year since we have attended due to CoVid 19.

Another rainbow

(There might be some dust on the windows as we are under construction and of course I am not using a camera) Another rainbow. In the distance you can spot the Bunker Hill monument. We no loner have a terrace after ten years, but the room is larger.

Lunch with Donna

In Memory of her father, Frank McLaughlin

I gave Donna a sympathy card on her father’s passing away which reads Nothing Loved Is Ever Lost. She had a doctor’s appointment today after which we went to lunch in an unfamiliar suburb. During a walk before going home we found a museum devoted to the American Revolutionary War. It was the house of a soldier that died during the first shots of the Revolutionary. The garden was fairly beautiful and there are outdoor guided tours during the week- in fact the house itself looks empty, so we gained as much as anyone would. Donna’s father was the prinicpal of Pleasant Point High School in New Jersey and she likes anything to do with the American Revolution here in Boston and near Harvard University. The church library where she worked before Co-Vid 19 in fact had a window to an adjoing graveyard where John Hancock, John Adams, Paul Revere and James Otis were buried. Since her father passed way this week, the musuem after hours provided a meditaive place for seenity that combines with the curiousity which life itself affords, ie. the wonder of prayer. In that way the afternoon, despite being a romantic date, was spent in the memory of her father.

The above is a photo of Donna's father from the Point Pleasant Beach Highschool year book from when Donna was attending highschool at nearby Tom's River High School, North, both on the New Jersey Shore.

I’m fifty nine years old today

The computer needed to be recharged when the storm first began, so please allow whatever photos I could get. The rainbow was huge, spanning from the Mystic River Bridge and the Bunker Hill Monument to the Prudential and John Hancok. I'm fifty nine today. She's having scallops again and I'm wearing the new shirt she gave me.