John Corson's Blog

for July 11, 2021


There you wait, sitting with baited breath wondering how my Sunday was, how did everything go at church today? Were all my workers back in place? Did we still have apprehensive folks still sitting in their cars listening in to the service on their FM radios?

What happened today, John? Tell us, please?

It went well, folks! Not great, but a little better than average and we still had a number of folks out for the day and weekend. So our attendance went back up NEAR the average mark. Still a little low, but I will take it. And, at the last minute, my sound man e-mailed to say he was not making it today. He gave no reasons, but he and his lady friend were gone for one week (and two weekends, as is normal for all working folk, accept pastors, who can't be gone two weekends in a row without it being counted as two complete weeks) and got back into town last Sunday night. Because all of my media folks were gone last week, including Victor, I ran the whole show. Next week the other half of the media team will be gone again for a family Celebration of Life for a family member who is not expected to live out the month. I hope Victor will be back next Sunday, or I will be that one-man circus again.

We had a few of our regulars still out of town, but not half as many who were out the last two weeks.

As for the worship service itself, well, let's just say, it works better and is more streamlined when I don't have an announcement period. For the last year and a half, I have given the announcements from the pulpit, despite them being printed in the bulletin and they consume seven to ten minutes each Sunday. Not today! We went from the Piano Prelude to the first song. No announcements, no prayer requests (which also has been known to take upward to eight minutes). It went 90 percent more smoothly than since the Covid outbreak.

So - Yeah - the church service was better than the last two weeks, but certainly could have been better.

Following the church service, the members of the Properties Council met in preparation of the construction which we hope to see begin this week. We had some issues to iron out beforehand and prepare for how to handle the mess in the meantime. We believe the construction will take well into October, possibly until mid-November, which is our target date to have it all completed.

After that, Janice and I decided to take in lunch at this country restaurant just the other side of the North Carolina / Virginia line. It's in a little town (not even big enough to be a town) of Corapeake, NC. According to what I found out about this old building that houses the eatery, it was built back in the early 1910's with a barber shop in the back, a dry goods grocery and a seed and grain store all self contained. Many of the town folks would eat their lunches there and the old Norfolk and Southern Railroad station was nearby to offload the supplies and food as well as the folks who would take the train to go there. The building also housed the local post office for a long number of years.

Once you go inside you are already confronted with the authentic country atmosphere, but you also sense that it was once used (or a portion of it was once used) as a carriage house and horse bordering facility as well. There are old rooms upstairs that once housed the owners and a couple of rooms that were rented quarters.

I love to go in that place because it reminds me of some of the old-time country restaurants in Vermont. Places where the old floors squeak and pop, the walls adorned with late 19th century pictures and decor, old oak tables and early American chairs with lighting fixtures that look like they were made in 1920.

Janice and I had lunch with Bobby and Shirley Crocker. We often eat with them - maybe, at least, once a month. We have good fellowship and it is just a fine time and atmosphere to calm whatever is bugging me and there were those minor things from the church service today that were on my mind. I made sure the server gave me both tabs as Bobby is always paying for our lunches when we eat together. Today, I beat him to the punch. What ever that place does for my disposition, it is always good and for that I am appreciative.

Anyway, while standing up at the counter to pay my bill, I spotted and old cash register (not in use, of course) that the girl told me was in use in the first dry grain store back in 1913. You know, the type of register where you hit the 30 button and the 6 button to ring up 36 cents and the tiles pop up in the window giving you the total. Take me back, take me back.

There are things like antique cash registers, lights and furniture and tables in the various knick-knack stores, antique shops, country restaurants and food stores of Vermont that takes your mind back to "the good ole days." Those are the days I missed due to being unborn, but I have seen the pictures and read the stories of such places in the Reminisce Magazines I receive each month. If I could only get into a time machine and travel back to 1927! Don't ask me why that year, but suffice it to say it was a year of the "Roaring 20's", Calvin Coolidge was president, the music was exciting, there was no TV, no war and taxes were at their lowest EVER!

I think Janice and I will make the Corapeake Country Restaurant a monthly thing. Maybe I should just get into the car on the Sunday's when I had a bad day at Church, when my despair raises its ugly head, when people get my goat and/or let me down with their absence or complacency. It provides a real good escape and I don't have to travel a half a day to get there.

So, in the final analysis, I won't be loosing any sleep tonight over a day, not quite up to par, but better than the previous two weeks. In fact, I should sleep quite well, because I can still taste that great fried chicken and Virginia cured ham I put into my mouth there in Corapeake.

Yeah, I was better than an "OK" day.

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My life is boring. I read, I watch Glenn Beck and Mark Levin. I listen to Andrew Wilkow. I engage in some conversation with those who are willing to listen (they being masochistic and enjoy killing themselves with my banter).

I plan on just laying out the things that bother me and the things I love. Nothing in-between. I hope you find whatever I put here amusing.