I don't normally eat hot dogs and if I do the only way I like them is done on the grille. So I sent Ole to town to buy some potato salad, some cole slaw and I had a couple of cans of beans and that rounded out our gourmet meal. Everybody loved it, it was very little work for me and it was nice and relaxing. The fire in the fire pit felt really toasty and warm after the sun went down.
Because three of the four men that were here are involved on the church council, and two of the four women involved with the ladies organization, conversation naturally turned to church issues. Several entries ago I wrote about the financial issues that our church is having. Well, things haven't straightened out much, and it's not for lack of trying. The DCE, who was/is causing all the financial drain has found a full-time position with insurance benefits, but is still working (or says he is) at our church 20 hours a week to the tune of $40,000 a year. Still draining the finances of the church. I'm not going to go into all of those issues here today, other than to say that there are two viewpoints of the members of the council - one stating that now that he's found fulltime employment he should step down from his position from the church and the other thinking that it's okay for him to stay on a part time basis. And the two factions can't seem to meet in the middle. The three men that were here last night are all on Ole's page - the ****! should be given the heave ho before he milks us dry.
But the thing I wanted to talk about today is how different things are now than years ago. Here she goes again, you say, living in the past.
Here's a picture of the original church built in 1880. All the spires and the steeples always intrigued me. I may be of ScandiHOOvian decent, but the krauts that started this German Lutheran Church were more than willing to take my family in. Kind of looks like something from the Frankenstein era, doesn't it? It was built in a beautiful setting out in the country on the river bank that was finally its demise. As the years went by and the flooding got worse and worse each year the basement finally gave way and the church had to be demolished. A new church was built in the little town about a mile away from this location. Don't get me wrong, the new church is beautiful, but the old one had so much character and holds so many memories for me and a lot of other folks in the area. I went to Sunday school here, was confirmed here and Ole and I were married here.
Below is a picture of the alter. Quite ornate don't you think? Hand carved oak by one of the original founders of the church. When the church was demolished all the stained glass windows were saved and worked into the new church. The thing that I find extremely upsetting is that the alter wasn't used. It was removed from the old church, hung in someone's storage building for many years and then became firewood. Our new church is quite modern in decor, so the folks on the building committee didn't think the old alter was suitable. My opinion is that it should never have been destroyed, but located somwhere else in the church for history's sake. How about having it on one of the walls in the fellowship hall? I guess that would have made too much sense (I'm being sarcastic and caustic here in case you couldn't tell!)
My family moved here in 1953. The minister at that time was named Pastor Schumm, a very soft spoken, gentle man with a large family and a wife that was very involved with church activities.
refuses to do anything even a little bit extra.