So the church down the street was the one I grew up in. Sunday School, Teen Club, Altar Server, even Reader a few times.

That church community abandoned, and the property was sold. I wanted to grab a couple items from the property before they demo’ed it. Got lucky; got ‘em.

Had ‘em in the back of my truck the last few months; moved them to the back yard recently; temporary spots in the yard seen below, that’ll do fine until I figure out final resting locations.

The cement cross was at the steeple of the church;

the white cross cement marker was one of the stations of the cross on the grounds; it was donated (in part anyway) by my parents in honor of my paternal grandmother.

Sacred momentos.

#keepthefaith