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Brattle Street Elegy: The Bonds Endure

In 2002, when Richard and Valerie Anderson moved from Arlington to Utah after decades as members of the Cambridge Ward and several other wards in eastern Massachusetts, they bequeathed to us an original pew from…

Brattle Street Elegy: Not Different from My Home

My wife led me to the news and to this website. We met while we were attending the ward in 2001. I share the sentiments of many who have left comments here. 

I clearly remember my first Sunday in the Longfellow Park chapel in August of 1998. Though I had a testimony, I was spiritually underdeveloped.

Brattle Street Elegy: Not the Building

I made my husband repeat the news three times and show me the pictures before I could believe him. I joined the Church a few months before leaving for college in 1995, and the University…

Brattle Street Elegy: An Anchor for Me

I am so sad about this tragedy and cannot stop thinking about it! This building became a home away from home for me after I moved to Massachusetts from California in 1988 to work in…

Brattle Street Elegy: Giving Church a Try

I showed up on the Harvard campus as a seventeen-year-old for”pre-frosh” weekend. I hadn’t planned to attend church as part of this visit; I figured I’d take a train home Sunday morning, so I didn’t…

Brattle Street Elegy: Holding a Master Key

Heresy, I know, but . . . it was a quirky old building that didn’t work very well. While I would never have chosen to tear it down, after the fire the only architectural feature…

Brattle Street Elegy: Treasures

I started attending the chapel at 4 Longfellow Park in 1969 when I was a freshman at Wellesley College. It was my introduction to Mormon life, since I had joined the Church in Illinois at…

Brattle Street Elegy: Anchored with Meaning

This church building has heard so many songs and souls. It has witnessed so much painful and redemptive spiritual journeying. Freud and Darwin were welcomed right along with the Three Witnesses. In the chapel I…