This is a demo store for testing purposes — no orders shall be fulfilled. Dismiss
$30.00
My father’s family spent most of his life living within commuting distance of Washington, D.C. Late in High School my father was part of the National Cathedral choir, though the church his family typically attended was significantly closer to home. This wooden cross was given to me by my grandmother and was originally purchased at the National Cathedral.
We visited the National Cathedral once when visiting my grandmother. I remember that getting there was a challenge—the roads have changed a bit as the population in and around Washington, D.C. has expanded (the cow farm by the blinking stoplight of Tyson’s Corners has given way to a massive shopping mall, for instance). I remember looking through the filigree divider up to the choir area, and the absolutely massive stone walls of the building itself (very similar to gothic cathedrals in Europe). My Dad’s stories which take place in the Cathedral have had a physical home ever since.