History, Real Life, and Faith
Edith Schaeffer informed much of my adult life’s pleasures. I selected purple stock and variagated magenta and white carnations the other day and happily arranged them in a glass vase when I got home. When I stood back to admire the flowers, I thought of Edith Schaeffer. She died Holy Saturday, March 30, 2013 at 98 in Switzerland. I buy flowers…
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As mentioned before, we recently visited our “home” church in Groton, Connecticut: Bishop Seabury now-Anglican Church. They were evicted from their church building in early August and decamped to a local hotel for services. We visited on the third Sunday in their new locale. The service was set up in a lovely ball room, padded chairs facing a makeshift altar. The…
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The Chagall mystery continued, with a personal twist. If your aunt asked you to explore the possibility of a painting being the work of a famous painter, what would you do? (See the last post for background). There’s the painting. It has no artist’s signature. It requires a visit to at least New York and possibly Paris. Are you in?…
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Falling into a Marc Chagall mystery–at the thrift shop!
I had no idea Brooklyn, New York, was such a lovely spot. Growing up in southern California, I thought of New York City as an exotic locale of black and white film, bluesy jazz music, glamorous theater, and sophisticated books. I’ve visited many times and always have found something new to love. On our most recent trip, we caught up…
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Appreciating classic art–and the hands.