Today’s Photo of the Day is courtesy of charming Old Mission Congregational Church, located at the end of Mission Road in the heart of the little village of Old Mission. Isn’t it cheery with its beautiful wreaths and festive bows?
Although this lovely church isn’t my “home church” – that would be Old Mission Peninsula United Methodist Church, where I’m still a member and play my violin every Sunday during non-Covid times – Old Mission Congregational Church holds a special place in my heart.
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I’ve played there many times over the years for various events and weddings – with pianists Lucile Bagley and Barb Bolden and my mom, Mary Johnson – and Tim and I were married there on Dec. 31, 1993 (Barb played for our wedding).
Because his family is Catholic and mine is Methodist, we did the diplomatic thing and got married in a Congregational church. We had an ice storm that day, but it was a joyous event as our combined family of about 35 people gathered in the old-fashioned church for the wedding and then in the basement for a meal together.
Since that day in 1993, we’ve gotten our picture taken in front of the church every year. At some point, I will make a video of all the photos one after the other – just me and Tim at first, then with the kids as they grew from babies to toddlers to grade-schoolers to high schoolers to college grads to amazing adults. Which reminds me, it’s time for another photo.
Here are a couple more photos of the beautiful and historic Old Mission Congregational Church (it was built in 1891). Oh, and we can’t wait until we can gather again for their summer “Burger and Brat Cookouts.” Like everything else, they were canceled due to the Covid-19 pandemic this year, and we really missed them.
I used to have panic attacks in that church at piano recitals. Mrs. Mlujeak was my piano instructor and I wasn’t very good… didn’t practice very much, have no ear for it, not very coordinated, etc. I have memories of tipping my head back and looking at those big stars in the ceiling and praying that I would get through it. I did. Your sister, Caroline, and Debbie Bee were so much better.