In my mother's day, school children were expected to know the name of every last piece of fabric in the parish church, from the priest's vestments on down to each and every linen that adorned the altar and the chalice, et cetera. This wasn't the case in my school days, but I did know that the decorative 'tablecloth' on the altar was called the fair linen.The fair linen that bedecks the altar in the St. Helena Roman Catholic Church is, as one would expect in the Napa Valley, decorated with grapes. Today, as my adorable baby nephew was baptised, I allowed myself the time to reflect upon the loving workmanship that went into embroidering this particular fair linen, and the symbolism that had been captured with every faithful and careful stitch....then it was home for lots of dead cow paired with copious amounts of Vinomaker's wine.
Life is good.
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Twas a fine day indeed.
we were blessed with such great food, wine, friends and most importantly family. a great day.
Amen
It was a very good day :)
Felicitations to all!
Thanks Ron.
I am unsurprised that a person involved in the crafting of wine would think of the care that went into the stitching of linens, and being a needlecraft person myself, that is heartwarming. :) It's a fitting tribute to the christening ceremony and the way we all work together, and the way so much goes into many parties being dedicated to a common goal and a common good. Much the way the care of kith and kin are so vital to turning out the next generation. I think nephew OTW is in good stead to be well cared-for all his days. Sounds like a grand occasion. Bless you all!
Thanks Phlegmmy!
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