Saturday morning, a sleep-in at last. I dragged myself out of bed at around 10:30, finally feeling like I’d recovered from .
Off towards Yass to the tiny church of St Mary of Mundoonan where Colin and Liz where married in 1997, and now where Casey and Zoe were to be christened. I have the deepest respect for the church staff conducting christenings — marriages and deaths must be easy, christenings are invariably full of small, noisy children, and keeping a service going under those conditions doesn’t look easy!
Casey is on the left, wearing the same christening robe that I wore sometime back in 1965. Zoe is wearing Liz’s robe, a much younger garment… at least I think Casey is on the left.
Casey and Zoe's christening
It’s a shame I didn’t manage to take a photo of the outside, suffice it to say that this shot is of all of the interior. It doesn’t take many family and friends to completely fill the church.
Services also are a rarity, apparently they are held on the fifth Sunday of the month, when a month has five Sundays….
The rest of the afternoon was spent just up the road at Colin and Liz’s house. The adults ate, drank and talked, while a myriad of small children leapt on the trampoline, played on swings, and chased each other around the deck in a kind of tricycle-criterium event.
