Sunday was our last day in Norfolk. It was a very good day which began with worship at St. Paul’s Episcopal Church located approximately a half-mile from Waterside Marina. St. Paul’s, like so many of the churches we’ve been blessed to visit on our trek up the east coast, has a very significant history. The first church was built on the site in 1640. When a larger church was needed in 1739, the Borough Church, which became St. Paul’s was built. The church grounds served as the town’s only burial ground, hence most of Norfolk’s early residents were interred there. On January 1, 1776, the church was fired on by Lord Dunmore. A British cannonball is still lodged on the brick wall at the southeast corner of the church. After the bombardment and burning of Norfolk, the town was destroyed. Only the brick walls of the church stood, making the present building the only building in Norfolk still standing from Pre-Revolutionary times.
Unfortunately, the church is undergoing renovations/repairs, so the service was held in the Parish Hall. We did go inside the church building for a couple of photos, but everything was dark, dusty, and covered in plastic wrap. However, the service itself was packed with friendly people and was most enjoyable.
After worship, we walked a few blocks to Freemason Abbey. This building was originally built as Second Presbyterian Church in 1873. It has changed hands a few times since its inception, the last in 1988, when the planning of Freemason Abbey Restaurant and Tavern began. The interior is beautifully decorated and the food is excellent. It was only right to eat in a church the day after we ate in hell.
After a delicious lunch, we walked a few more blocks to the Chrysler Museum of Art. In 1971, the automotive heir, Walter P. Chrysler, Jr (whose wife was a Norfolk native) donated most of his extensive collection to the museum. It is now one of the major art museums in the Southeastern United States. It houses quite a collection of ancient art, glass (including many works by Tiffany), and European and American paintings and sculpture from the Middle Ages to the present day. What a wonderful way to spend an afternoon! (I apologize for the numerous artworks which follow. Sort of. It was hard to whittle it down to just these few.)
Sunday evening was spent doing some laundry and preparing for the next leg of our trip: A planned three-day sail up the Chesapeake to Annapolis. There I will leave Cindy aboard Beatitude for several days while I fly up to Maine to work. We hope to have a nice, relaxing three days journey on the open waters of the Chesapeake. We’ve motored for, it seems like forever, while making our way up the ICW. We’ll now have an opportunity to raise the sails for a few days. We, of course, hope to find a cozy place to anchor each night.