A number of years ago, I was one of the tour guides in the annual "Four Views of Trenton" sponsored by Trenton's Contemporary Club. One of our stops was at Trenton's magnificent Trinity Cathedral. Perhaps it is my British ancestry that spurred my imagination as we viewed the basement tombs, the incredible icons from the Roebling family, and the thing that impressed me the most, the awe inspiring woodwork in the altar area of the old building. That visit has left an indelible spot in my memory. My father was from the Stoke on Trent area of Great Britain and the Glover's were what we called "High Episcopal." My parents didn't attend Trinity, opting for that beautiful little British emulating "Christ Episcopal Church" on Hamilton and Whittaker Avenues. Even though I am a convert to the Roman Catholic faith, I still feel a kinship with those Anglicans who cling to that "old time religion."
A NOTE FROM TOM:
The original of this article extended down the full page of the Sunday Times. It took some time to re-format, cut, copy, paste, and re-size so that it would be more convenient to read within the limited size of a computer monitor.
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