One Saturday, when Wally came in to clean, he heard a small bird fluttering above in the rafters. Wally took a castor from under the leg of a chair and used it as a shot-put to hit the bird. Each time he threw it, the bird fluttered to the other end of the ceiling. Then it happened. The glass castor hit the beautiful chandelier hanging from the ceiling.
He rode his bike to his friend’s house and asked him to come and help. He went home and got some airplane glue and rode back to the church. The two boys got banquet tables, which were stored, screwed in the legs made of pipe, and stacked them on top of each other to make a scaffold. With his friend holding on, Wally climbed up and glued the two pieces of the chandelier back together again.
Many years later, when we were in Philadelphia, Wally took me back to the church and we found it open. Sure enough, we could see the line of repair. I don’t know if anyone at the church ever found out.written memories of Wally, contributed by Barbara (Wally’s wife), December 12, 2012
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