Thank goodness Aunty Kathleen knows how to get here! Today she’s my human GPS. As we safely arrive to Ispas Church on this cool May morning I’m flooded with a sense of the past.
The Church was built around 1912. As the cross indicates this is a Ukrainian Greek Orthodox Church. We park simply on the green grass, speckled with new dandelion. Did dad walk here on his way into church? Now gazing out, I wondered how many day dreams dad had through these same windows?
Inside it’s very colorful. This sanctum of holiness remains to this day without power or heat, a multi-candle chandelier lights the faces of neighbors singing traditional ukrainian songs. Even though I don’t know what they’re saying, there is a familiarity to it all and that’s comforting.
How sweet are those Angels circling overhead? With their angelic faces and gentle smiles I think this place is special. Special for what it’s done for this community for 100 years and also for remembering those who built that community so many years ago. I’m worried now that once those who know these songs are gone, who will flood this church with the glorious sound of tradition? But for the moment, must take time to cherish all the sweet memories of days gone by before heading home, just over the hill…(where the heck are we Aunty?)