This morning I went to Market Square Church in downtown Harrisburg to sing in the choir. I was incredibly lucky right off the bat as I found a parking spot in the garage on the same level as the door into the church! After a short rehearsal, the choir climbed the thirteen flights of steps to the gallery in the rear of the worship room. (It's not really thirteen flights, but some days it feels like it.)
We sang our opening song, and a little later the "big" piece. At the end of it, we got the signal from the director to repeat the whole thing. We're still contemplating about whether we sang it twice so it might get better the second time, or because it was so wonderful it was worth hearing twice. Maybe we will find out at the next rehearsal.
I had a bite to eat across the river and then headed to the Antique Marketplace in Lemoyne. I was not looking for anything in particular, but I wanted to see how the now-completed large addition turned out. I came across a small aquamarine-colored pitcher that I had often admired in the old Williamsburg Craft House catalog. I don't know if it's an authentic Williamsburg piece or not, but it was a bargain, so I bought it.
The Burg magazine, and she wrote an article about Steve (see page 13), who is a friend of our friend Mike the deck-builder. The writer called me recently for a quote or two for the article, so look for it to come out at the beginning of October. It is distributed free at many places around town and online, too.
Remember my blog not too long ago about going up the west side of the river to an antiques barn that was open only on Sundays? Well, today is Sunday, so guess where I went next.
The Box and I continued up Rts. 11 & 15, passing through Perdix and stopping at a Sheetz store to get some gas. I cannot tell you what a thrill it is to slide in the "Sheetz My Card" and get three cents off per gallon, and earn points on other goodies! (Oh, I have to mention that Susanne's friend from college, Nancy, was here to visit this past weekend, and she is as cheap as I am -- maybe cheaper! She had some great stories to share.)
After that I came directly home under grey skies so I could share this wonderful day with you. So there ya go.
These flowers greeted me as I entered the church.
Pretty good parking space, isn't it?
Come on, you know you need a pink stove.
Architectural fragments are very decorative.
How great is this!? I think it's from an old Plymouth.
It's hanging on a wall!
This stone house sits along the highway
in Wormleysburg, opposite the city of Harrisburg.
I think it may be the home of the town's founder.
An SUV whizzes past the "Scenic Overlook" sign.
Here's the famous overlook. Not quite like the acrylic
Grand Canyon viewing platform.
Here's what you get to see from the overlook.
And here's a view of the Rockville Bridge to the south.
This gets my vote for the worst location of a state historical
marker. The marker is for the Rockville Bridge.
Here's the treasure house where the French glasses resided.
On the way back through Marysville, I noticed
these colorful kayaks and canoes at the river
outfitters business between the road and the river.
Three cents off. Imagine!