He was talking the other day about a "broken church." After some questions, I was able to deduce he meant Whitby Abbey. Presumably it's a broken church because it is missing a few walls, the floor is mostly grass, and the wind blows freely through. And there's only a little bit of roof. It's the ultimate fixer upper.
Almost since we arrived in England, he has gone on about "old" churches. We went to a special Mass at Fountains Abbey in the cellar of the abbey ruins, most likely because that part has the most shelter from the elements. The wall and roof were intact, but the windows had no glass; they were just holes in the wall. The doors in and out were also just holes. The kicker here was the floor. A lot of folding chairs were set up on the dirt floor. No stones, no wood, no carpet, just dirt. This fact made quite an impression on Jacob.
"New" churches usually have wood or carpeted floors (stone still makes for an "old" church). Our parish has doors and windows with pretty stained glass. Having pews or benches to sit on also helps make a church "new" in the eyes of Jacob. He also has a knack for identifying speaker systems which the monks of the middle ages definitely did not invest in. "New" takes in the last century and a half.
|Jacob loves to look for bells, too.|
Oh, and he's given a name to the church in our house: Waterfall Abbey. I think we've already documented quite extensively Jacob's love of fountains and waterfalls, so what could be more appropriate for him. All we need is some religious order to come in and maintain the place. Or the National Trust. Or English Heritage. Of course, we are only renting, so we probably wouldn't reap any financial benefits. But, oh, the bragging rights!
Actually, I should check our rental contract. We may be in violation of our agreement. Don't tell our landlady!