Sometimes there isn’t any good answer.

Oysterville Church Vestibule

It isn’t every day that I meet someone at the church at 8:30 in the morning.  And never has such a rendezvous been in lieu of a midnight meeting!  But, there I was yesterday standing in the doorway to avoid the early morning drizzle, waiting for the reporter from the Tacoma PBS radio station. Actually, he was someone known to me – a local man on a freelance assignment.  But still, it was a little weird.

He had called me a few days earlier saying that the radio station was doing a series on “sacred places.” They were interested in the Oysterville Church because it is open all the time.  “Twenty-four/seven?” he asked.

“They actually suggested that I conduct the interview at midnight,” he said.  I think I laughed – at least a little whoop of incredulity.  “Why?” was my response.  “It’s not like listeners could tell the difference!”

Church Doorknob

But I told him “whatever…” and mentioned that there are no lights in the church.  I also asked if this was a ploy to talk about ghosts.  We’ve turned down ghost-chasers before. “Not at all,” he said.  “They were just curious.” And he suggested we meet in the early morning before visitors began arriving.

He decided that the vestibule was “less echo-y” and so we stood there for twenty minutes or so – he holding the small recorder close to my mouth and I trying to keep my answers to his questions concise and on track.  He had warned me about that – in a nice way.  “I know you could spend an hour or two on any one of the questions I ask,” he had said.  “But it’s supposed to be a fifteen-minute interview.”

Oysterville Church 1902

He asked about the history of the church, why my family was so closely involved with it, how its use has changed since my childhood, and how I feel about the church.  And, of course, why it’s open all the time.  All his questions were easily answered except maybe the last one.  I think the simple truth is, there is no one available to lock and unlock it every day and, thus far, no one has felt it was necessary.

Still and all, the whole thing seemed a bit odd to me.  We could have been sitting across the street at my house in warmth and comfort, instead of standing in the chilly vestibule.  It stretches credulity that such authenticity is needed for a radio interview…  Maybe it will become clear to me when I hear the (edited?) broadcast – presumably next Sunday or the Sunday afterwards.  As they say… stay tuned.

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