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Friday, April 29. 2011

For our Brit and anglophile readers today

The charming myth was that Christ spent some of his missing years in England.


There seems to be nothing like a royal wedding to get the gals up at 3 AM to watch including my Mom and Mrs. BD. Sheesh. Cool hats though, I must admit.


 


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"The charming myth was that Christ spent some of his missing years in England."

A whole religion was built on Christ living here in North America!
#1 Rob on 2011-04-29 11:37 (Reply)
3 A.M.?

Yeesh. I fell asleep with the satellite radio on last night and was having gilded nightmares with the coverage somewhere in the five o'clock hour.
#2 mc (Link) on 2011-04-29 12:39 (Reply)
An chorister growing up, I spent multiple summers touring England and Scotland as part of a visiting American choir in those countries' glorious cathedrals. Nothing was better than singing Jerusalem in the likes of Ely Cathedral, etc. Always brought tears to my eyes. This morning's singing of the hymn at Westminster was no different. Cheers not only to the newlyweds, but to English music, history and tradition as well.
#3 Stella on 2011-04-29 15:47 (Reply)
A chorister
#3.1 Stella on 2011-05-02 11:00 (Reply)
I too grew up in the choir of an Episcopal church. Many, many hours of practice, singing (in service), discipline contained with laughter. Ohhh--how I grieve for my lost church.
#4 apple pie on 2011-04-29 17:48 (Reply)

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