Gearing Up for Vespers

Feb 10, 2012 | 0 comments

     Inheritance can take many forms.  There are the obvious things – money and property, neither of which I can speak about first-hand. Then there are those inherited genes which sometimes become all too obvious as we age.  And there is the more amorphous type of inheritance which involves a sense of responsibility or obligation.  That, as it turns out, is the biggee for me.
     Somehow, from my mother’s side of the family, I have inherited a need to protect and preserve all things Oysterville.  With regard to the family house and its contents, the responsibility is logical and apparent:  I live here.  But, when it comes to the church across the street, the relationship is less direct, or at least less obvious.  Even so, I often find myself worrying about its condition or speaking out on its behalf.  And then there is Vespers.
     This summer will be mark the 35th season of Vespers at the Oysterville Church.  In the 1970s when my mother and father were considering ways to establish an on-going maintenance fund for the church, they came up with the idea of holding ecumenical services on each summer Sunday afternoon.
     Mom visited the Christian Church Council on the peninsula and got the enthusiastic agreement of the ministers.    They would each volunteer their time for one Sunday every summer and the collection would go to the Oysterville Restoration Foundation (the group responsible for the church.)  And so it began.
     At first, there was usually a guest musician who played or sang just one piece.  Within a few years, the Vespers concept was tweaked a bit and the services were called “Music Vespers” with the emphasis on the music.  “Light duty for the ministers,” my mom used to say.  The summer programs were well received from the beginning and continue to draw full-houses and generate a good portion of the on-going maintenance expenses for the little building.
     It’s the scheduling of Vespers that is the direct “inheritance” from my mother.  Actually,  it was one of those ‘inheritances’ that she turned over to me during her lifetime.  Mom did the scheduling for the first fifteen years, then asked for my ‘help’ and then bowed out.  “It’s a big job,” she told me.  I couldn’t agree more.  I already have my eye out for the next heir apparent.
     Meanwhile, I’m gearing up for the summer season once again…



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