my grandfather kept a log of the trip cross country in 1955. I have scanned it, and typed the text for easier reading.
Friday, October 23, 2015
up high with a sort of organ. Remember that this church is and has been in continual use. The Stations of the Cross are all the originals and most of them have the original frames. The altar itself is beautiful and originally came from Barcelona - Spain. By the way these colored post cards may be removed in order to read the description on the reverse side. They are still excavating and finding new spots they had no record of. This must have been quite a busy place in its day for much of the commerce came thru here. The Vats where the tallow was boiled off the hides - the channels in the walks to drain off the water - the smelter where they made their own metal for keys-locks and many other things. The Stone and Adobe barracks where the Soldiers lived who acted as guards when the Padres went thru the country. To those people who sometimes doubt the existence of a God - I wish they could pay a visit here just for a day - wander around alone -spend an hour in the church in silent contemplation and I am sure they would leave with a different feeling for the spiritual. This mission parallels the main street of San Juan with thousands of cars speeding by every minute - but once inside the grounds you feel divorced from all the rush of our civilization. Altho the entrance had been locked we were free to walk around to our hearts contents until we were ready to leave thru a one way turnstile. While in the church we lighted candles and said a prayer of Thanksgiving for the wonderful trip we have had so far free from any sort of difficulties. When we finally left -car after car stopped trying to get in so they stood on their cars trying to see over the high all. I forgot to speak about the beautiful flower gardens - the flowers in bloom - bushes and flowering trees that we could not identify
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