The downsizing I am currently experiencing means going through 60 years of “things” – knick-knacks, paintings, posters, books, CDs, household items, clothing and photographs. A few things have been put into the boxes for St Vincent de Paul or the consignment house without thought to where they fit in my life but more often unpacking something and simply turn it over in my hand has brought back memories of the many remarkable experiences and people that have crowded my life in the past six decades.
None more so than the photos that are neatly filed in albums or randomly piled in boxes or between book pages. Admittedly in a few cases I’m at a loss to identify one or two people, the occasion or even the location but as I look at most of them the memories, and I will admit the tears, have come flooding back.
This photo was taken during my time at St Thomas Anglican Church on Huron Street in my Toronto days.
It was a Sunday evening choral evensong in late May and Patrick Bergin was being welcomed into our parish family. Father Bull was officiating, the choir and acolytes guild were in full force and the church was full of family and friends of the Bergins. It was a joyous parish event but as I think of it, just one of many joyous celebrations that I recall from my days in a place that was for a time a source of comfort, friendship and love.
16 novembre/November – Santa Gertrude di Helfta detta La Grande