Emmanuel Church, Newport, celebrated the sparky life of Frannie Minifie this morning. Frannie sat on the other side of the aisle, a few pews down. I could see her whispy white hair when I turned to hear the Gospel. Mostly, I tried to keep Wylie's high energy legs and arms from her fragile hands and cane. Two Sundays ago she was in the hospital, last Sunday she was gone and today, Saturday, we laughed until tears came and cried until we could laugh again. The woman was a wit and I shall miss her.
"Mrs. Minifie, what do you see is your role in the church?"
"I think I am most like a casserole."
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I am anchored and bouyed by the life of the church and the life of my kitchen. Occasionally, I get sidetracked...
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