Kevin and I are church hunting. The church we have attended the last couple of years is almost certainly dying in less than a month; the pastor of 34 years is retiring, and it is a teeny tiny church and we don't think we'll be able to find a pastor to fill his shoes.
So last Sunday, we visited a church within ten minutes of us. The sanctuary is old and beautiful, and the window above is the largest of the windows.
Kevin was moving around during the sermon and finally whispered that he realized one of the words at the bottom was Kendig.
So I moved around as well, and sure enough, the bottom says: In Memory of Julia H. Kendig. Harry R. Kendig and Family.
I found Julia and her husband Harry. They both were born in the late 1800s. Harry lived to a ripe old age and he and Julia (and a bunch of other relatives) are buried in the giant cemetary which rings the church we attended.
So that was interesting. Probably a relation? I haven't found a connection between Harry and Kevin's paternal grandfather, Albert. I might poke around some more because it is fascinating.
In other news, we have a new refrigerator arriving on Friday. Our current one is not as cold as it should be. We are vaguely indignant that this one is dying at only 3+ years old, but such is life.
We have had a mild stomach bug. Irritating.
The first week of September has been warm; today is supposed to hit 90. It WILL cool off soonish but for now, our pool is delightful.
I think that is about it!
