Today was pretty active. For the day of rest, I left the house at 8:30 am and returned at 6:30 pm. After Sunday School and Church, my plan was to impress everyone and myself by making my way from Galloway to the Westin by myself in the wheelchair. Turns out, it's not that impressive when the path from Galloway to the Westin is about 85% slightly downhill. In a wheelchair, slightly downhill is kind of like floating in an innertube down a lazy river. Some effort is involved, but not much.
Lunch at the Westin was really good. I had the Lox & Bagel Eggs Benedict. Even though it was almost one o'clock, there was just one table left open for me. They had a guy playing sax with a music box accompaniment. He was playing "It's a Man's World" when they seated me. Good choice.
The plan was to have a lazy lunch, then spend two hours at the Mississippi Museum of Art, then head to St. James for Evensong, where the Millsaps Singers would combine with the St. James Choir. I might come back another time for dinner. I kind of worried that the Westin might kill business for King Edward, being newer and closer to Thalia Mara and the Court House. I guess it really did because King Edward is on the auction block. Honestly, I blame city leadership for that. They let the train station fall apart after that extensive remodeling, and they let the street racing on Capitol go on too long. I get that they're short-handed, but come on, the police station is right there.
At the Museum, there was like a seven-piece bluegrass band playing, including one of my friends from Sunday school on the mandolin. Apparently, they play every third Sunday. I'll have to catch it again. See the video below for a taste of their performance.
Evensong was scheduled at four, so I ordered an Uber and headed that way at 3:15. Returning to St. James, I knew, would be tough. That was my wife's church, and I'd come to love it. In the divorce, we never discussed it, and there was never even a moment's fighting in the divorce, but that was her childhood church, so I just quietly stopped going.
I had my own history at St. James. Pat Jeffreys, who ran the School Book Supply Company for my Grandfather for many years, lived across the street. A lot of people from St. Andrews either worked there or attended there. My wife no longer lives in Jackson, so it'd be ok for me to start making St. James a part of my life again; I just wasn't exactly sure how, and I'd been avoiding crossing that threshold.
I got the Uber to drop me off behind the church. I saw the new rector. We hadn't met yet. I was about half an hour early, and I could hear the choir rehearsing. I sat outside listening, not entirely sure if I was going to go in, when the Rector asked if I wanted to. Why not? I'd listened to both of those choirs reherse many times.
I love the organ at St. James. I remember watching as it was installed. My plan was to sit in the back where nobody would notice I was there, and I could sneak out without anyone seeing me, but Rector Elizabeth asked if I wanted to sit up front. I said I was ok where I was.
There were a number of faces I was expecting to see at Evensong, but Sister Dorothea was not one of them. Sister Dorothea and the Late Sister Josephine have a unique place in my life. Their appearance has an almost mystical weight, even though I was apt to see them at baseball games as much as any church. Although my time at St. Catherine's is coming to an end, they literally gave me my life back, and Sister Dorothea is responsible for that.
I was feeling pretty invincible after seeing Sister Dorothea. Sentimentality wouldn't rule this day, I thought. But, a face I knew appeared.
"Are you, Boyd...Campbell?"
Seeing Susie Baltz without her husband Richard or her brother Cecil blew the armor off my back in a moment. I wasn't expecting that. "Hey, how are you?" was all I could think of to say.
"I'm good. I've been missing Richard. He died two years ago, you know." I did know. I knew there would be an emotional moment. This was it. Sometimes, it's really hard for me to express how much I loved and missed someone. I'd sat in St. James with Suzie and Richard and Cecil many times. Tonight she was alone. They won't join her any more. If there was anybody from St. James I'd want to see again, it'd be Cecil. His last phone call stays with me. He said he couldn't remember why he was calling. I said it didn't matter. I was just glad he did.
Rector Elizabeth asked again if I wanted to sit up front. I'm really not a sit-up-front kind of guy, but there was no way around it this time. David Elliot greeted me when I got situated. He had a Sweanee T-shirt on. I never went to Sewanee, but a lot of people wanted me to. Rob and Phoebe Pearagin would be returning there this summer, but they were at St. James this night.
From where I was sitting, I could see Michael Beattie working the organ. It fascinates me. You play with your hands and your feet and your elbows and your nose, and there are at least a million buttons, and out comes this amazing sound. St. James has always had a really quality music program. Musically, I'm probably a lot more Episcopalian than I am Methodist (don't tell Bob.) For many of the songs, I closed my eyes. They have great acoustics.
It's been over fifteen years since I crossed the threshold into St. James. For a while, it was my church, our church, I suppose. I must have looked like a deer in headlight, but it was a good return. On the way out, I saw James Anderson bragging on his improved health. He looked pretty hale to me. We'll be putting him to work on the Millsaps Players reunion soon. I'm not exactly sure how Im going to incorporate St. James into my religious life. I've made a pretty big commitment to Galloway, but I'm going to make room for St James at least once a month. Part of me has always been there. I think it should stay.
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