This image is the perfect one to end the Week of Randomness. Here’s why:
- On trip to England last year, we decided to drive from our rental cottage over to Oxford.
- The traffic was terrible, and we got tired of not getting anywhere.
- So we took the first turn we came to.
- And ended up in Cirencester.
- Where we spotted a steeple and then (somehow!) a car park that was adjacent.
- And right there, inside the church, is where we ran into some friends from Texas.
- Who had stepped into the church on a whim.
(Never made it to Oxford. We’ll do that on the next trip. Maybe.)
This little forest of candles caught my attention first. And then, I read the markers on the wall.
The top marker, for Martha, made me sad to think that apparently in 69 years, her only accomplishment was having been born.
The second marker was just full of information. A wool stapler is a person who buys wool from a producer, grades it, and sells it to a manufacturer. And “relict” means something that has survived from an earlier period, which must mean that Sarah was Mr. Wilbraham’s widow.
Also, inside this little church in a random town, we ran into some friends from home. And home is 4,800 miles away. Small world, eh?
St. John’s Church