
It is not called the Civic Arena anymore, and it does not even open anymore; but being a child of the sixties, I can remember when it was shiny and new and looked like a space ship had landed in downtown Pittsburgh. I was thirteen in 1961 when the Civic Arena opened, and one of the first events that I attended there was an Easter Sunrise Service.
Since I finished making my Easter suit at some ungodly hour Saturday night, burrowed in the walk-in closet where my mother kept our sewing machine, I was bleary-eyed but glad to be up early Sunday morning for the community service. The magnificent and unique steel lid opened slowly--panel sliding over panel--as the sun rose. The choir and all the congregation sang Easter songs to the open air.
Marianne,
ReplyDeleteI enjoy reading your blog and have similar musings...keep it up! it is being read!
Christine