Iglesia La Pompeya
There is a small Catholic church a few doors from my
house. I discovered it quite by
accident, exploring my neighborhood when I first arrived. How do I describe this place? Unique.
I first noticed it because of the toborochi, pregnant tree,
in front of the church. It has one of
the fattest bellies of any toborochi I have ever seen. I can’t wait to see it in full bloom in
April.
So I was snapping pictures of the toborochi and noticed the
unique fence beside what I thought was a house.
It is a mixture of wood, metal, and wire, except for the sunburst,
forming random patterns. I looked beyond
the fence and saw a garden that looked like it came out of someone’s dream of a
modern, woodsy garden from the 70s or early 80s. And then I saw it had a steeple above the
house, and a sign that said Iglesia La Pompeya, the Pompeya Church.
When I have ever mentioned the church, nobody knows anything
about it. I did some research on the
internet and found nothing, except address and phone number to reserve the
place for weddings. On the door of the
church is a plaque that tells of an original construction date in the 1950s and
a reconstruction in the 70s, and further reconstruction a few years ago. So I can’t relate any history about this
beautiful little church.
The church to me will always be this pretty little
church. I have only seen it open
once. There were three ladies sitting at
the front talking quietly. The gardens
are always clean and quiet. It is a
fitting addition to my little neighborhood.
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