Bilingual Mass

6/7/15 Sunday in Fillmore,UT (Wagon’s West-EA/PPA/$23/night)

Besides the grocery store not opening until 1 pm on Sundays, our campground office is not open at all on Sunday. Originally we were to arrive here on this Sunday and they explained that they’d be closed, that we could just find our site and pay on Monday. These do feel like Utah customs. On top of that, we could go to church over 30 miles away at 9 am or in Fillmore at 1:30 pm. Easy choice, we went in the afternoon, but it felt pretty strange. So during the morning I posted the blog and explored the Internet while John read.

After lunch we headed into down Fillmore’s Main St. to our church, interestingly titled “Holy Family Catholic Mission”. Hmm. When we arrived, it seemed everyone was already there. A glance at the sign out front indicated that Mass started at 1. Oops, that dang Internet. So we quietly stepped in. They were talking in Spanish. We went ahead and sat down. It was a bilingual Mass where 95% of the congregation were Hispanic. They would read in English, then repeat that part in Spanish. Sometimes they’d alternate in the 2 languages (not repeating). All the songs were Spanish. In short, it took a long time, so John was pretty grumpy when it ended. I considered it a learning experience.

For the rest of the afternoon John watched TV as I read outside in our “yard”, watching the birds drink from the sprinkler head. Nothing special about our evening.

In celebration of this lovely day, here are magnolia blossoms from the Temple in St. George.

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About Patricia Elser

I've always loved the loose, flowing, transparent look of watercolors, of Chinese paintings and their calligraphy, but alas, no watercolor classes were available when I was in school, so that interest remained buried until my children were grown. Even then, I was afraid that I couldn't really paint, so upon my sister's advice, I actually started to take classes. I signed up for every class available, determined to learn no matter how afraid I was. I came upon a teacher, Stan Miller, who inspired me, who opened the door to success in watercolor. I love to look at beautiful images. I want to capture them forever. All my life, photography was how I gathered images of the beauty I saw. Thanks to all that photography, I enjoy composing pictures, especially up close. Watercolors allow me to add more of me in their translation of that beauty. My paintings reflect my love for music and dance, with their rhythm and flow. I am fascinated by the play of light, so it appears in my pictures as drama for they are filled with darks and lights. Maybe it's the challenge, maybe it's the beauty, but now, when a work comes together, it fills my soul.
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