Sorry for the late posts. Were missing a co-worker and the work load is enormous until he comes back.
Lyric's Dad,
I used to be in custom sheet metal as an apprentice. There arn't many people that know the old trade anymore. I was taught by an old timer and between the two of us, there wasn't anything we couldn't fabricate out of metal. I really think that your right though, the trades are loosing their custom touch and everything is turning into this cookie cutter production line assembly.
I don't think I'll ever get back to SLC and I kinda regret not going into the LDS temple. Same thing with the one in Beverly Hills. Not to get weird or anything, but I always got a scary, cold feeling when I looked at the LDS temple. Maybe cause I used to go to their church when I was around 10 and one day I found myself being dunked in a tank of cold water in front of a bunch of people I didn't know. :-?
James, Are you talking about the LDS temple on Santa Monica ? in Beverly Hills? If memory serves me well, it has about a 4 foot concrete wall from the sidewalk that has a wroght iron fence on the concrete barrier. Then, the bldg is built on this big mound at the top of this primped open space. Yeah, the lights at night really bring out the bldg. Again though, it didn't do much for me.
It's funny (and I feel like yacking a bit). I was placed in foster care when I was around 5 or 6. My brother and I were in St. Josephs Childrens Home. It was an old RCC orphanage and we were placed in this big room with about 30 or 40 other displaced kids. I remember the nuns siloute at night, it was scary and the nuns could be very harsh at times, but they showed great love for us at the same time... My bed was the third from the door. Ivory soap was cool because it floated in the bathtub and even our underware needed to be folded and placed in our dresser in it's appropriate place, which was in the top drawer, on the right side.
The home was also a seminary and had a really big, nice cathedreal. I remember sometimes when I was upset, I'd run into the cathedreal and be by myself because I always felt safe there. I didn't really look at all the icons and statues. Mostly I'd just be there with God. I don't even remeber how I knew there was a God. My parents to this day have never been church goers. Maybe it was the Nuns... I have no idea.
I grew up being bounced around here and there. Many stories to tell, half of them you wouldn't believe.. I should write a book. I wound up a street rat in HollyWood, Ca, selling drugs etc at the age of 17. The LDS Temple was down the road from a motel where some female prostitutes that I knew stayed... I used to walk by it daily.
The God I met in St. Joseph's, was the same God that has never left my side to this date and as I write, I am comforted by His grace. I get so sad when I see all this fighting among brothers... and I am so ashamed when I am a part of it. But I know it has to be...
Anyway, the topic is cathedreals. I may not embrace all the doctrines, nor may I understand them, but I will always hold a special place for the old, beautiful cathedreals.
Jeff