Two Pipes and Two Sunsets

In a way it's too bad I decided not to mention specifics about my new employer in this journal. I could regale you with a really interesting geographic quirk, and tell you of my gracious and semi-successful bit of socialization today, and shock you with a seemingly paranormal incident that should more properly be attributed to sleep deprivation. But instead I'll just tell you that I'm getting better at my job and a bit more comfortable with my co-workers, and that an IT guru finally got my remaining computer issues resolved today. I even found sun and moon stickers to cover up the SpongeBob-shaped bit of old adhesive on the monitor.

In other news, I picked up the certificate dedicating one the the pipes in the St. Michael's organ to my 100-year-old friend, Eva. I was only one of perhaps half a dozen donors pooling funds to honor her in this way. The $100 donation for a pipe dedication is used to retire some of the debt the church incurred in acquiring, housing, installing and repairing that magnificent organ.

Back in 1998, when I was still relatively new to St. Michael's, I put up $100 ($20 at a time over the course of several months) to buy a pipe in honor of my high school boyfriend, the late Dan Cheney. After I made the last payment, the parish administrator left a voicemail on my home phone, asking me to call her. Today I finally got back to her about it. When I said it was dedicated to my dead boyfriend from high school, she said "You have one of those too, huh?" Hers came back from Vietnam in a body bag. Anyway, by the end of the day today, Alicia had put together Dan's long-delayed organ pipe certificate.

I don't really have anything else to say tonight, so here instead are some fresh pictures.



Another version of the shot I used as a background last night.




Tonight's sunset pre-show.



A couple minutes later and a block further east.



All did to this was resize it.

Still no moon!

Karen

More at the Door

This is a follow-up to my entry in the
Round Robin Photo Challenge: Mysterious Doors

On Wednesday, I showed you this door at the front of St. Michael's and All Angels Church, and the antiphonal organ division that lay beyond it and up the stairs. Today I took some more pictures, uncovering some mysteries and deepening others. Let me show them to you. They concern the bell pulls beyond this door, the mysterious doors upstairs, and the part of the organ you haven't seen yet. You're not going to see the entire organ this time, either, but at least you'll have some idea where it is and how big it is.

I should explain that despite appearances, St. Michael's is only 51 years old. Parts of it have been added on in phases over the years. More on that in a minute.

One of the additions and upgrades since I got here, at least I think so, was some sort of upgrade to the bells in the bell tower. I still don't know whether they are physical bells with clappers or electric or electronic ones, but I suspect they are physical bells run by electricity. In this way, they play consistently, in the same pattern each time, or possibly on one of two or more patterns the bellringer can select.

All that happens immediately beyond this door, where two bell ropes hang down. They are used to ring the bells as Mass begins. On Wednesday, you had to take my word for this, but tonight I have a little bit of photographic evidence.

Exhibit A: The Bell Ropes

I know it's hard to tell what's inside the room here, and what's reflected from outside. All I can tell you is that the two vertical lines are the bell pulls.

And what of the door on the balcony? Well, I had forgotten that there is another way onto that balcony, without using a ladder:

Exhibit B: The Balcony

This doesn't help, though. Neither of these doors is at the end of the loft where I was last Sunday. And anyway, are you really going to come out the door on the left, just to go back in through the door in the middle? Or vice-versa? Why? I have no idea.

Exhibit C: The Main Organ

This is where the main part of the organ is. No, really! It takes up a large, oddly-shaped room, directly behind what you see here.

One of the major additions to the church was in the late 1990s, when a large room was added behind the sanctuary to house the Æolian-Skinner pipe organ. Originally built in 1959 for a church in Cincinnati, the organ was purchased in 1989 by St. Michael's to replace another organ that proved irreparable. The huge replacement organ was stored for years at a local car dealership. Money was raised, the organ was repaired and upgraded, and the addition was built. In 1998, the main part of the organ was installed in the addition behind the sanctuary.

Remember the cabinet with the slats that boxes up the antiphonal part of the organ, but lets the sound out as needed? Well, the main organ lies behind a different sort of barrier. The rounded beige wall you see here is basically a cloth scrim between the organ and the main church. It lets the sound out, while hiding the organ away--but not completely. Do you see the hole in the wall in the picture above, between the main sanctuary and the side altar on the right with the little blue alcove? That's a window into a part of the organ:

Exhibit D: A Hole in the Wall

There's another opening like it this the other side, blocked from view in the other picture by the pulpit.

Exhibits E & F: The Main Organ Unmasked.

See? There's a lot of organ up front, and you can only see a bit of it!

As for the back, where the antiphonal division is, here's how it looks from the church:

Exhibit G: Looking Back


The end - a true story!

Karen

Tomorrow: May Rain

Beyond the Door

Update: my follow-up to this entry was posted late Sunday evening.

Note:  I looked at this entry briefly at work today, and all the pictures were too dark.  Why didn't anybody mention this?  See, my laptop shows everything lighter than desktop computers usually do, and now that I've changed jobs I don't correct the problem at work the next day.  Tonight I lightened a bunch of recent pictures and uploaded them again.  I hope that's better for everyone!  Oh, and while I'm at it, I'm going to swap out one or two of these photos for better shots, and update the links at the end. - Karen

Just a moment to explore
What goes on beyond the door
That will bruise our hearts no more
Than moonlight passing through a window
--sung by Scott Bakula in Romance/Romance (1988)

Round Robin Photo Challenge:  Mysterious Doors

I didn't have a particular door in mind when I suggested this topic to our merry Robins.  But the doors I seem to pass most often without ever going in are at St. Michael's.  This one, for example, the one to the Bride's Room, is mysterious in a couple of ways.  What's inside that a bride needs before a wedding?  Why is there no "groom's room?"  More important, going through that door means that one is about to embark on the much greater mystery of married life itself.

I've never been through that door.  There could be anything in there.  But I imagine that it's basically a dressing room.  There was nothing like that at St. Patrick's in Syracuse when I married John--not that I recall, anyway.

But for me the main mystery door at St. Michael's is just to the right of the main ones that lead into the church itself.  It's usually locked and barred, but not on Sunday mornings. Just as Mass begins, Proscovia or someone else opens it and pulls on one of the two ropes inside, setting off the (probably electric) church bells.  I always wondered whether there was a real bell pull, or just a button to push.  And was the space beyond the door just a closet-sized chamber with the bell controls in it, or something more?  It didn't look as if there could be room for more than the bell mechanism, whatever it might be, and maybe a broom or something.  Oh, and a fire extinguisher.  The red and white sticker in the window says, "Fire exinguisher inside."  I don't know how you'd get to that fire extinguisher in a hurry, except when the door is unlocked for Mass.  That makes sense, though, because that's when acolytes and deacons and priests are playing with matches, carrying candles and burning too much incense.

Well, on Sunday, May 22nd, totally by accident, I found out what else was beyond that mysterious door.  And it was much more than I could have imagined.

It happened like this.  That afternoon, a nationally-recognized organist named Todd Wilson was going to play a concert on the church's Æolian-Skinner pipe organ.  This pipe organ rededication performance was to celebrate the fact that the antiphonal section of the organ (the part in the back loft of the church) has been installed by the organ builder and is now operational. 

I'd been seeing those shiny copper-colored pipes for months, and had tried repeatedly (and unsuccessfully) to get a good picture of them.  It's hard to get a good angle on the "choir loft" (except that the choir never goes up there, as far as I know!) from ground level in the rather dark church.

Anyway, I was pretty sure that I couldn't make the concert, but I wanted to get a picture of Todd Wilson for the church web site.  So I left coffee hour and Eva's gingerbread and went back into the church.  Wilson was warming up with a truly glorious and complex piece that reminded me of a (much simpler) Christmas song I sang in choir many years ago. 

I waited a few feet away in an empty pew of the almost empty church until he finished playing.  As he played, another man was walking around, checking the openings to the main banks of organ pipes, adjusting doors and the evaporative cooler to control heat and humidity--in short, tweaking.  This was the organ builder, Grahame Davis. He's important to the rest of this story, and deserves recognition for his work.  

When Mr. Wilson finished his organ solo, I introduced myself as the church webmaster and asked to take a photo of him for the church blog.  He recognized me from Mass (I got to read Genesis, Chapter One on Sunday) and graciously posed for me.  He's a very nice man, and clearly very talented and dedicated to his craft. 

As we chatted about the organ, I mentioned that I'd been trying unsuccessfully to get a good picture of the pipes in the loft.  Wilson immediately suggested that I go up and get a closer look at them!  The organ builder agreed, and immediately took me off on a private tour. And guess how that tour started?  Yup: he led me through the mysterious door to the right of the church entrance!



From there we went up narrow wooden steps to the loft where the new Antiphonal division of the organ was installed.  From the back of the loft, there's not much to see, at least under normal circumstances.  Most of the pipes are housed in a big wooden box structure, called a cabinet. Grahame Davis explained that this was to help mute the powerful pipes within, so that they can be played softly and still have the proper tone and pitch.  When the organist (usually Jane Haman, our choir director) wants to play them more loudly, foot pedals can be used to open wooden flaps behind and between the pipes, letting more of the sound out.  The builder opened a couple of doors, one in the back and one on the side, and I took a bunch of pictures of this hidden treasure. 

 

When I came around to the front of the pretty copper ones, I got to hear at least one of them, up close and personal!



The last of the interior pictures is of the upper door to the loft, and the completely unimpressive room beyond it.  If you didn't pay attention to that long duct-like pipe thing on the floor, and the giant wooden box thing on the right, you wouldn't know there was anything special here.



I didn't take a picture of the tiny room where the bell pulls are.  I forgot / didn't have time. Besides, we should preserve a few mysteries!
 
Now, the main reason I never knew that door went up to the loft was that I always assumed that this other external door was the way up to the choir loft (except that the choir never goes up to the loft).  This door is on a balcony above the main double doors.  I don't know how you would even get up to this door to go through it.  Perhaps a ladder?  And if you do, I'm still not sure what you'd find on the other side.  I didn't see that door from inside the loft.  Maybe it's where the bells are.  Or maybe I just didn't notice it. Either way, the mystery of the upper door remains unresolved. I could always ask Father Smith, but where's the fun in that?

And now my story is all told. - Dr. Seuss, in One Fish Two Fish Red Fish Blue Fish

Now go look at everyone else's mysterious doors:

Carly (OndineMonet) Ellipsis - posted!

Duane (fdtate714) Sotto Voce - posted!

Steven (sepintx) (sometimes) photoblog - posted!

Betty (rap4143) My Day My Interests - posted!

Amy (babyshark28) substance; or lack of - posted!

Mary (alphawoman1) Alphawoman's blog - posted!

Dawn (AuburnDawn) Dawns Drivel - posted!

Kat (mskatdabrat) From Every Angle - posted!

Robbie (krobbie67) Robbie's Ruminations - NEW!

Michael (madmanadhd) Confessions of a Madman...  - NEW!

Monica (photographybymon) Mamarazzi - NEW! - and 2ND ENTRY!

Patrick (pattboy92) A Stop at Willoughby - NEW!

Aunt Nub (montaukny) Aunt Nub's Empty Head - NEW!

And me, I'm

Karen

but you already know that, don't you?  Have fun!