Organ

 Being a parent is mostly about modeling relationships and sleep.  There are some times and places I remember.  Wasn't ever really about what I was being shown, but what I saw.  We had a big church when I was a kid.  The building is still the same size but there where more people there.

There was no room at the inn in a real sense.  There was little elbow room as each family was in their I assumed assigned row.  Our row was assigned by my Granny.  She was shrewd.  We sat down front on the left.  In a half circle church you can see everything from there.  A corner of the choir loft out of sight but little happened on that side.  Most forget the choir was originally made to be closed.  It was the protestant reform that opened them down in all the churches.  We were half old school.

A church in the round is meant to include all the saints in the other half of the circle.  They actually planned their building around marriages as the most important function.  On aisle is wider as the couple departs together.  If we were to build a new church tomorrow at Nottingham I think that is the last thing we would build our building around.

Everybody departed fairly fast most Sundays.  Once a month we would Inger with donuts.  There was one thing I watched my dad do more than anything else.  He would quickly go to say goodbye to the elderly organist who was sneaking out the back.  He would sometimes chase her down the hall.  In ten years I do not remember anyone else saying goodbye to her.  

As I remember this today I asked some people there then if I had remembered her correctly.  She had no family there I guess.  Well she had my Dad.  That's the guy I take with me.  Racing like the wind through the canyons of California.