The Stars Hollow Gazette

Once upon a time we had a sun porch that was covered all in windows and each Holiday season Emily would tape up stencils and paint them in Tempra and leave the light on for a stained glass effect.

That same house had a balcony with a window that my sister and I would play “store” at.

In the near back yard was nothing much but grass, but in the near far back yard was a playset with a swing and a sandbox next to it.

The far, far back yard was forest until you came out above the Texaco Station.

We were three houses from the stoplight across the street from the school where mom worked, and a hundred yards from the A&P where we shopped.  A quarter mile from the butcher who sold prime beef and penny candy.

We went to church in the big church in Hartford with the bowling alley in the basement that the sixth grade Sunday school class studied in (yeah it was duck pin bowling and yeah I stuck out Sunday school long enough to find out they didn’t actually let them bowl).

There were lots of nooks and crannies including a Choir Loft at the top of the top most tower just past the Music Director’s Office and the parlors the Sewing Circles (what?  Bible Study?) used during the week.

Also a Hall/Auditorium where we had big church suppers and amateur theatricals.  Richard had great enthusiasm and delivery but couldn’t (and still can’t) remember his lines so he is hard to work with.


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  1. I am no longer a Christian.  Haven’t been since that whole disillusioning “Bowling” incident.

  2. crannies scare me.

    • oculus on November 30, 2007 at 08:40

    the church had.  

    • kj on November 30, 2007 at 14:21

    town hall meetings?  @;-)

  3. The tent it was in, was open all arond to the outside

    I believe I was about 10 years old

    the year was 1939  

    • oculus on November 30, 2007 at 19:00

    I ever attended (and I’ve been to lots, due to my parentage, my Dad’s profession as a Protestant minister, and my former profession as a church musician) was in a tent in an empty lot near our church.  It was a children’s service and included the evangelist telling us about Balaam and his ass.  I’m still giggling.

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