Chapel Medley
Sandra Florence
Organ
Can you play, she asked.
Yes, I mean, I play the piano and my grandmother played the
organ. How different can they be? I actually never heard her but my mother said she was a genius on the organ.
All those dark chords, those elaborate deep
I don't like though.
Really?
Yes, a melancholy sound reminds me of soap
operas and day time TV which is always depressing.
Yet, the organ is God's instrument --the
hallelujah chorus and the Mormon Tabernacle
Choir.
I guess it's both the sacred and profane, the
gothic and the sublime. The organ creates a
bridge to cross between the two planes.
The two women laughed.
Anacin
She had these headaches sometimes that left her feeling that a dark hovering shadow was around her. She reached in her purse and opened the little tin and took out three Anacin. She should probably only take two and save them as much as possible but she didn't really care. Pain was a constant companion these days, pain of one sort or another. The chapel custodian handed her a paper cup of water and she swallowed the pills quickly. She felt better instantly. She turned her attention back to the question of the organ. Could she really play it well enough. Did she want to commit herself to being the chapel's main organist. She started to ask the custodian a question but the woman smiled and said thank you before she could.Batteries
There were candles lit on the altar and she gazed at them without much thought. It just felt warm and safe to be sitting here. There were people outside the chapel and she strained to hear what they were saying, but her hearing aid batteries were worn out. She needed new ones if she was going to contribute to this conversation that she seemed to have joined. She had come a very long way to end up here. Occasional words drifted into the room and between the staticky noise from her hearing aid she caught bits and pieces ....souls don't have dementia excavated the site of...foot print of the original...leaving donations......milagros...38