Kirtland, Oh!

I’d been to Kirtland before, but not actually inside the temple (the Reorganites close up shop pretty early IMHO). Fortunately, my aunt and cousin were heading through the Greater Cleveland area last weekend, which was a decent-enough pretense to head up there and check it out before closing time. It’s only about 2.5 hours from the Burgh to the flammable shores of Lake Erie.

Here’s a photo I took of the temple:

They showed a movie, but it was kind of long and content-free. Our tour guide was Russian for some reason. He apologized for his accent a lot. His accent was fine, but he didn’t know  how to use definite articles. They won’t let you take pictures inside. There was a woman in our tour group who got huffy when no one else had ever heard some story about the window being cracked because the builders ran out of glass that they’d had imported from London. The tour guide kept insisting instead that there’d been a 2.5 earthquake there recently.

It was very white inside and looked like a church, but without carpet on the walls. Cool gold letters on the pulpits, though.

Then Mitzie, my aunt, suggested that we all drive down to Jack Johnson’s farm, which she said was my mom’s favorite place in all of Ohio.

I should have leaned back some.

Turns out it was John Johnson’s farm, which really didn’t make it any less interesting than Jack’s would’ve been. The tour guides were pleasant and bore fiery witness. The upstairs room where all the extra guests would have slept was sweltering. The one thing that my mom had liked about it wasn’t there any more.

Then we went to Dairy Queen for dinner, where my cousin denied having ever told me that City of God was his favorite movie. It wouldn’t be a bad choice. It’s more interesting than claiming Pride and Prejudice (yes, I’m looking at you every Mormon girl I’ve met in the past ten years).

Then I headed back to my jobsite and they to “somewhere four hours west of here”.

With solemn rectitude,

bkd