September 17, 2018

Love Always Rina


 Wonder if it’s normal. I miss our talks.  At least before we’d talk and get all our feelings out and sort of squared away for awhile, have a cry, a shoulder to lean on, then go on with the day.  It’s be OK. Now all these feelings and things just go around in my head and never come out. No one to talk about it who could relate the same way. Ya sure as shit can’t ask someone that’s never been in your shoes and expect a good answer they just don’t know. I could ask my brother but  I don’t. He’s a guy and his feelings would be different. Enough of rattling on about my wacked out feelings. I’m sure it’s the last thing you want or need to hear.  

   Well I’ve written another very long letter here. I hope one stamp is enough. If  not I guess it’s no great loss. The letter will just come back and end up in the trash.

    Like I said earlier, I’ll talk to Tom and force an answer out of him before the end of the week. Then I’ll let you know either by mail or phone.

     Tell everyone hi from all of us. When you can, write me. Please take care and be happy. Miss you tons and again I hope I didn’t upset you. If I did I’m sorry. I just had to ask someone. 

                                  Love always. 
                                                    Rina 


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September 9, 2018

The first Saints Parish

A parish outgrows it's first church and then abandons it's second location as parishioners move. It was during the 1820s and 1830s that Irish immigrants began pouring into Albany, and that South Albany was becoming increasingly Catholic.  Its Gothic Revival style was popular during this period. As the Catholic population in South Albany continued to swell The first Saints Parish was no longer adequate. Having been abandoned since the 1970s, it has fallen into serious disrepair.
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September 8, 2018

In my Darkest Hour

Ground was broken in 1855, the cornerstone laid in 1856, and completed in 1860 at a cost of approximately $250,000. The church is 14,000 square feet, 212 feet long, 116 feet wide, and built of blue limestone trimmed with Ohio sandstone. It incorporates 14 marble columns and 16 stained glass windows. There are three towers on the church, one large tower in front and two smaller twins in back. The main tower is 235 feet tall, is lit at night, and houses 10 bells. There are nine small bells with one large bell, they were cast at the Meneely Bell Foundry in Troy, New York at a cost estimated at $12,000 in 1906. The bells are activated through the pulling of oak levers in a chime room. The ceiling is in a hammer-beam roof style of wooden beams projecting from the roof and walls carved ornately with angels and religious symbols.

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In my hour of need,
Ha, no, you're not there
And though I reached out for you,
Wouldn't lend a hand

Through the darkest hour,
Your grace did not shine on me
Feels so cold, very cold,
No one cares for me
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I walk, I walk alone
To the promised land
There's a better place for me
But it's far, far away

Everlasting life for me
In a perfect world
But I got to die first,
Please God send me on my way

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