We're skipping a bit and I'll catch up. It's just that Easter is worth something on its own and out of sequence.
The sky was blue and bright this morning. Then the sun came over the Black Mountains (Y Mynyddeodd Duon). It was time to get up there. Originally, I had planned to go up on the Equinox and mark the shadow of our little standing stone. I was wise about the weather that day and stayed on lower ground. This bright morning, the shadow is still pretty close to due West, but then every shadow is, of course, with the sunrise. The question is, did our Neolithic ancestors know and mark that? You will see there is a rock on which the shadow falls. It is likely the standing stone was set straighter a few thousand years ago and most of the stones of the circle are missing, so who knows?
Still, the mountains were glorious!
|Penybegwm (Pen-y-Beacon or Hay Bluff) on the left, Twmpa (Lord Hereford's Knob) on the right.|
|Gospel Pass between Penybegwm and Twmpa|
Knowing my Geography better down below, I could pick out more landmarks. With some significant zoom, I could identify Maesllwch, the estate above Glasbury on the west side. The knoll is hiding the rest of Glasbury.
|There's a feeling I get when I look to the West.|
|Sun on the Yew in front of St. Mary's|
|A new view of St. Mary's, from out the pasture past the church.|
The service was Anglican, we were on the English side of the Dulas Brook so it was not Church in Wales. We'll visit St. Peter's someday. We've been to a few Anglican services and it's easy to follow along on the printed service. There were only about ten words in the creed or other readings that I could not ascribe to so I just didn't say them. I sang the hymns which I mostly recognized, and it was a beautiful Easter message.
It was a bit less formal as it was a "Family Eucharist" service. There were only two little girls there out of a crowd of a couple of dozen which is near capacity in a tiny, medieval church. In the middle of the service, the Vicar, Michael, stopped and said, "I believe there is some chocolate around the church." The Church Warden then helped the two little girls find all the little chocolate eggs around the baptistry, the pulpit, etc. The older of the two girls handed one out to each person after the service.
Anglican Communion, like the Catholics', is simple to decline as the congregants go up as they please, row by row, to take the wafer and wine at the rail before the altar. The Vicar and Curate took the wafer and wine chalice out to an older woman who was not very mobile. I thought she had drained the cup. Maybe she did, but the Vicar still brushed the crumbs into the chalice and drank the dregs behind the altar.
There were a few there who were part of the Cusop History Group and wanted to talk to me about my presentation and their continued work. They have some tasks for me to help with. This will soon be my life (not becoming Anglican, but helping with family history).
Walking back down the dingle, I noted the "Thirty Acres" which was the best guess among those present at my talk for what would have been called "Cusop Green" back in the 1820s. I saw another reference to it at Hereford Archives and sent that along by email to the group. Along this somewhere is where my 4th-Great Grandparents Vaughan lived while in Cusop.
|Sometimes the names are less poetic and more accurately descriptive.|
Although, from a title review perspective, I'd love to see a "Thirty Acres, more or less."
|The corner of the Thirty Acres, the center of Cusop (a rather rural little suburb.)|
|Standing in Wales, looking back across the Dulas Brook to Cusop in England.|
|One of the Holy Yews in St. Mary's churchyard, Cusop, Herefordshire.|
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