Bajoran-Episcopalian News Service
There Goes Salt Lake, Bulldozing My Memories Again.
The church I attended as a kid is being torn down, the people are now renting space from the Episcopal church down the street. As I’m now Episcopalian, but taking a break from weekly attendance, I’m feeling very off-balance about this.
They sold the property to an apartment developer, no surprise there. Salt Lake is undergoing a housing boom.
My mom served on the board for years; we were deeply involved with youth group, the annual picnic, the annual rummage sale and other events. My school years were the “high point” era, and I knew everyone quoted or given a photo credit in the article. It’s weird seeing those names in print. Mom would be outraged by the one old stained-glass window being sold “across the divide,” but she’d be pragmatic about getting the best price.
She stopped attending regularly in about 1995, mostly because her friends had passed and she didn’t bond with the newer people and the new pastor. And she cut back on driving, too.
What social life I had in school was because we had a fun youth group; we went on trips and did service projects. All that is long gone, and soon the building will be gone, too.
It’s funny that some of the same people are there, though.
