The old chapel

Finally at long last,
I'm going to tell you about at little place that I've fallen in love with. I've only been there once (upon a time, haha,...... yeah...... anyways) but it's just so full of history and forgotten tales that who could help but liking it.

Last month me and my family went out to see the little chapel where my brother is going to be married. It is going to be a small wedding so the chapel is also small.The church is also right beside a cemetery. I know what you're thinking, "who would want to get married next to a graveyard?" this is sort of the same thing I was thinking at first. That is, until I saw it for myself.

We pulled up in the long circle driveway that circled round in front of the chapel. The grounds were well kept and very pretty in my opinion, even in the "winter" time.The chapel itself is atleast a hundred years old. It was built using the same plans for a church that existed/exists in Mexico. It is all made of stone and has a wide stair leading up to the door. Inside there was an beautiful old organ. It doesn't play anymore but we were told that there was only one or two more like it in existence.

Inside the chapel were several narrow rows of wooden pews. Not cut straight but curved and carved beautifuly. The chapel also had stained glass windows and several slim dormers in the rafters that made the ceiling look quite gothic in era. The sun shone through the them, casting streams of light throughout the room. On the east and west sides of wall near the roof are two round stained glass windows, one on each side and yellow in hue. It was late in the afternoon when we arrived, just the time for the sun to be perfectly positioned to shine through the front circular window casting a golden haze on everything.

As cool as all this other stuff was, the most thrilling thing to me about this chapel was that, it had a tower. Oh yes, a tower. There is hardly anything I like so much as a tower on a old(or new but old is cooler) building. It was the highlight of everything that day. Unfortunately to my utter disappointment the stairs leading up to it had been taken down. It just made me wonder what exactly there were trying to hide up there, hmmm. Personally I think they should install a spiral staircase. Which btw I hardly like anything so much as those too. Towers, spiral staircases, balconies and secret passages, *sigh* nothing can compare. Well almost nothing anyways.

So the church was awesome, but the cemetery was also quite a magnificent thing itself. Have any of you guys seen Phantom of the Opera? The new one? Well the best way to describe this cemetery would be to say that it looked so much like the one on that movie, just smaller scale. (Which I love that movie as well, and not only because it has towers, spiral, staircases, balconies, and secret passages in it either.) If you have not seen the movie.....SEE IT! and to describe the cemetery to those poor, sheltered, deprived people who haven't seen it, all of the tombstones and monuments were very old and some of them very large and grand. The monumental statues just sent thrills up my spine. So many stories, so much history, so much sorrow.

Down the drive on the other side of the lawn across from the church is an arched trellis, which I suspect has climbing roses growing on it in the warmer months. It is the entrance to a stepping stone path. If you follow the path it leads you to a small pond fed by a creek. Over this creek lies a little arched foot bridge which is quite charming. After crossing the bridge there is a gazebo type structure not ten feet away. It too is made out of some kind of stone and it's roof covers what was once an old drinking pool. If standing there under it doesn't make you feel like you're in a different age , then you have one sorry imagination. Of course unworthy and disgraceful folk have engraved their runes upon it's pillars, none the less it is still a timely erection.

You would think that herein lies the end of this journey, but it does not. For if you but looked off to your left over at the thick woods surrounded by underbrush, you would see the beginnings of a small path midst all the brambles. Upon entering the path neath the shelter of the trees you would find not far in , a clearing. In the midst of this clearing stands a great old fountain. It was in the shape of some kind of scaled fish holding it's mouth open, and out of which I assume used to spout a stream of water. It was a spectacular thing indeed to see, for it's being isolated in the middle of the wood gives that much more mystic and an aura of age.

Next to the fountain path is a crumbling staircase, wide and tall leading up the hill. It too is all covered over with brush and vines as if giving a challenge "Come climb me if you can." It made the climb more difficult but not terribly so, it only gave one a greater sense of satisfaction upon reaching the top. As if you'd just conquered some unknown land and where looking down upon it's beauty. Herein lies the end of this journey and tale. The place in it's old and worn state feels whole and majestic. It has stood against time and thus far prevailed.

I hope that you can all visit it some day and see what it really is like to be there, and walk there. I also hope that your anticipations of this post about this place were not let down because of my inability to describe it.
It is late and I'm being summoned.
Farewell!