“Are we close to Lott?” said the Patient Spouse as we were taking a circuitous route home from a trip. We were, which is how we wound up in Westphalia: it happened to be on the way.
Twin church spires had our attention before we even got to town, and of course we stopped to explore. The church – the largest wooden one in Texas – was a great find and we spent a long time looking around.
Oh, and Lott? It was regionally famous when we were in college as a place to go to get cheap jeans. We did go there, but the jeans store was out of business so there was no need to stop.
Church of the Visitation
A side street in downtown Bryan seems plain, but if you look at it long enough the subtle complexities start to show up. Like the rhythm of the parking-space lines. The pair of downspouts bracketing the door. The paired up bench and trash can. The street light’s shadow. A bit of graffiti. A wavy bit of wire hanging from the wall. The line that crosses the street and heads straight to the door.
And so on.
This shop in downtown Brayn, Texas, had a very interesting mix of products. Women’s clothes, at price points ranging from $32 to $495. Spice rubs with silly names like “Chicken Shit” and “Good Shit” (Because those kinds of jokes never get old. Apparently.) Embroidered pillows with Bible verses. Handbags. Boots.
And an entire case of these Texas-sized hats.
PS – Those hats haven’t been creased yet, which is why they may not look like you’d expect a cowboy hat to look. Here’s everything you need to know about different hat creases. Because we knew you were wondering.
When we were leaving this church, a man from down the road drove up on his riding lawnmower to see if we were the people who were supposed to come give an estimate on repainting the place. (It needed it.)
Then we had a chat, because it’s Texas and we’re friendly and all that stuff. He said he and his wife had traveled to Russia and China and Europe. It made our day’s journey from College Station to Lubbock seem mundane. But I bet in all his travels he never saw a church quite as lovely as the one right there, flooded with sunlight, with muffled road noises and racks of worn hymnals and a bug on the Bible.
Maysfield Presbyterian Church