The Membership Committee is working to set up more UUCville social activities. Here’s the first one! Frisbee Golf for all ages! Join me for a friendly game (translation: I’m terrible at this game, but enjoy it.) of Disc Golf at Fluvanna’s Pleasant Grove Park on Saturday, November 6th at 10am....
It was a joy to help celebrate Greta Dershimer on her 90th birthday and to gather with friends and loved ones in our church’s beautiful gardens. Happy Birthday, Greta! Several people asked me to share the blessing I offered Greta that day. It is posted below. Friends, please know that...
Not all the time and not every day. But I feel like writing about fear. I’m still scared of Covid because it keeps morphing, even though I’m maskinated like all my friends and very careful. I’m scared for other people; especially children in low-vax areas. Pan out worldwide and I’m...
Laura Wallace recently entered the 2021 Jefferson-Madison Regional Library / WriterHouse Poetry Contest, and was happy to learn that Virginia’s Poet Laureate chose her poem as Runner-Up. You can read her winning entry, “Aphasia,” here.
Many thanks to our hardworking grounds crew for these welcome signs of spring.
The Charlottesville UU’s have provided holiday gifts to Greer Elementary School families for several years, even before I arrived at Greer three years ago. Each year, our Greer Family Support Team gathered information on 8-10 of our neediest families. And each December, our team arrived at Cville UU with vans...
A contribution from Johanna Woodchild: In celebration of the Winter Solstice, which occurs on Monday, December 21st, I share with you this poem, which appeared in the newsletter of the UU Church of the Larger Fellowship c. 1980. FIRST CHRISTMAS A hundred thousand years ago A cave-man looked at ice...
Do you have go-to stories in your family that are told time and time again? I have several and here are some of the titles: Ducks can run really fast if they think you have food. We’re getting married tomorrow and the dogs have caught a skunk! Why did Mommy...
A poem by Irene Wellman. It Was Nothing Really A storm had passed. I stopped the car to walk up and down the country road, trees along the horizon, nearby new leaves, flowers, pools of water on the road. A few cars went by. and then the sun’s rays shone...