Thursday, October 16, 2025
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Saturday, September 28, 2024
Ephrata Cloister
We spent a rainy day at Ephrata Cloister. Picture booklets and ebooks will be available soon on Amazon.
In 1732 Conrad Beissel founded Ephrata Cloister, now twenty-eight acres right off of West Main Street in Lancaster County, Ephrata, Pennsylvania. Beissel was a hermit seeking religious freedom and believed in the Second Coming which he thought would lead to a spiritual oneness with God.
The cloister served as a Revolutionary War hospital tending to two-hundred-and-sixty soldiers some of whom rest in nearby Mount Zion Cemetery, which has just been placed at the top of my to-do list.
Conrad Beissel passed away on July 6, 1768 at the age of seventy-eight. The community never quite recovered. The last chaste member died in 1813, they are buried in a peaceful cemetery on the grounds. It became a Baptist church afterwards until 1934. In 1941 the Pennsylvania Historic Museum Commission assumed responsibility and you can tour the grounds and shop at the museum shop which is loaded with charming homemade local crafts and music. I got some paper dolls and an owl finger puppet who I’ve named Conrad. He will become a wise hymnast in my current doll soap O, My Ra!
Ron got some homemade lemon chocolate. It’s good. I got a couple of fraktur choral manuscript postcards too. Afterwards we ate at The Lincoln House. I had a vegetable bowl and an apple pear sangria, very nice. They have an Apple Dumpling Festival in the Autumn and a Christmas concert. We’ll be back, and I’ll probably pick up a cd and more. They sell the redware dishes like we got from Cornwall Furnace for the dollhouses, same artist I’m sure. My paper dolls are Pennsyvania German 1765-1800 by Jan Wood Zimmerman, 1988. The cloister is worth a visit for the shop alone.
Sunday, June 2, 2024
Dreams 6/2
This dream began in a dark cellar in an old house. A small crowd had gathered, I think it was some sort of Satantic cult. There was a little black and white baby goat with white horns. I left the group and went upstairs to bed. It was a nice bedroom with a big old wooden poster bed. The spead was cranberry with a floral print and matching shams. Lying there next thing I knew there was a man sleeping next to me. I think it was Nick Yukich from high school. I got up and the cult started pouring into the room again. This time besides the little goat they left a sort of offering spread out on the bed. It kind of looked like a Satantic doll surrounded with sticks and votive candles only the doll's head was not connected to the body, it was a goat's head, and it looked as if it was made of salami. I was pretty much creeped out, dismembered their make shift altar, and crawled back into bed, thinking I was alone again. This time a fat man entered the room. I didn't realize until too late that there was a fat woman in a turquoise and purple printed seventies style dress lying in the far right corner of the room. The fat man started wooing her. It was pervervted, but still polite, asking her if he might have her. Obviously she consented when I realized that my friend Tonya was lying at the foot of the bed.
Friday, May 17, 2024
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