Dunbar Hills
Strong Roots
The giants of this church were simple people, living in the beautiful, unspoiled Dunbar Hills near the Hindinger farm.
Marion and Harold Whitcher, Arlene Lewis, Ruth Scholz, Pauline Schwartz, Fran and Lou Fiore, Herb and Dottie Perkins, Mrs Geihring, George, Linda and Noreen, Jennifer Johnson. John Stowe and Mickey Lewis, Hazel Gordon, the Marcarelli’s. Randy Blanchard, Vicki Trower, Billy and Vera Anderson, Jeff King, Bob and Carol and Sue Hurd, Timmy Bradley, son of Nort and Ruby Bradley. Mr and Mrs Vinus Warner and Many more of course, I’ll add them as people remind me.
Don’t forget I may have some of mom’s inability to remember correctly.
The Sound of Music
The hills are alive with the sound of music
With songs they have sung for a thousand years
The hills fill my heart with the sound of music
My heart wants to sing every song it hears
My heart wants to beat like the wings of the birds
That rise from the lake to the trees
My heart wants to sigh like a chime that flies
From a church on a breeze
To laugh like a brook when it trips and falls over
Stones on its way
To sing through the night like a lark who is learning to pray
I go to the hills when my heart is lonely
I know I will hear what I’ve heard before
My heart will be blessed with the sound of music
And I´ll sing once more
Stained Glass
In Fellowship hall after where we had refreshments after Mom’s Memorial service some people may have noticed the beautiful stained glass windows that Ruby Bradley painted. My dad’s brother “Uncle Art” passed away at 95 years old a year ago. He was a great carpenter and made the frames for those pictures. Working with our Hands was yesterday’s culture.
