Monday, January 11, 2016
Hotel Utah, where I go to church
I know it's the Joseph Smith Building. I know it hasn't been the Hotel Utah since 1987, but it's a ghost that doesn't go away.
We walk a block and a half and go up to the mezzanine into what I can only describe as a Mormon Baroque chapel decorated with gold fruit trim. I'm a little awed by the opulence. Sunday School is in a room with gold framed oil paintings of all the prophets. And Relief Society is in a room that directly looks out onto the Salt Lake temple. It's a little surreal.
The congregation is made up of mostly old people and then young marrieds and professionals. These are apartment/condo dwellers. Very nice, friendly people. We are known for being nice. Mostly nice.
It's a little like going to church at the monastery at Melk. The Mormon version, except there are no candles.
The first two rows are saved for Maria Theresa and her entourage.
What I especially like about this photo (1964) is that you can see the old Desert Gym on the right. That's where I learned to swim. I wish I could revisit the Deseret Gym like I get to revisit the Hotel Utah on Sunday mornings.
Posted by Louise Plummer at 1:33 PM