Today I ascended into a place I have looked at since I was a kid and still do every day.
Where many members of my family were married.
Where my mom was baptized.
Where my mom played the organ at age fourteen.
Where my grandmother served her time in purgatory cleaning the sanctuary.
Where my grandparents' lives were celebrated.
Where pigeons go to die a slow death amongst others like them who could get in but not out.
Where others have gone before us and left there mark - who is Harry Stacey?
Where pulling of ropes and material sound has been replaced by the push of a button and pulse of electricity.
I witnessed the transformation of these towers from blue to a copper patina and now, I hope, they are witnessing the transformation of the neighborhood they have looked over since 1845, when building meant building forever.
1 comment:
Jon, that's awesome! Those towers were my beacons on the horizon when we went to visit Grandma. I love their ever changing copper to green/turquoise.
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