Somehow those pictures, hidden away for so many years, summed up for me this place, and the people here. I think those pictures are my impression. Not that there was a lack of artistic skill, but there was an enthusiastic inexactness about the whole thing that made them look alive. The style of the frescoes was somewhere between an Eastern icon, and something that your six-year-old son or grandson might draw in crayon and stick to the fridge. There were pictures of St George slaying the dragon, and St Christopher carrying the Christ Child across the river and many more. These pictures had been painted during medieval times, then plastered over during the Reformation, and were only recently uncovered and restored. In this church the walls on either side are covered with huge colorful frescoes depicting scenes from the life of Christ and the saints. Then, last week, the four of us went on a field trip to the Pickering area, visiting several very old, beautiful churches, including the ruins of Rievaulx Abbey.īut the place that really struck me was a (currently) Anglican church in Pickering, Sts. Can I get an impression out of all that? It just is what it is. Good days and not-so-good, pleasant and stressful moments. These dishes to wash, the doorbell to answer, these people to meet, that hedge to trim, this compost to shovel-you get the idea. Here, just like in Combermere, life seems to mostly be made up of one “duty of the moment” after another. But can all that really add up to an “impression”? I managed to continue hesitating for quite some time.ĭo I even have any impressions? Sure, my stay in Robin Hood’s Bay has been a good one, and yes, I’ve seen a lot of beautiful scenery and met a lot of delightful people. My first response, when my local director, Cheryl Ann Smith, asked me to write a first impressions newsletter was one of hesitation. Daniel is a new member of Madonna House who was recently sent to MH England on a temporary assignment of three months.
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