Ilona Cole, Story 60

The Most Holy and Emotionally Rich Season of the Year

The Geisha

Growing up in Germany during Advent Season my family would go to the Cathedral and listen to the wonderful choir and orchestra performing the Messiah. While my husband Hal and I lived in Vancouver, Washington, and I was still working for the two doctors in Longview one of my doctors told me that for the upcoming holiday season the choir and orchestra will perform the Messiah at Saint Mark

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Marcie Sims is a teacher, author, and editor. She teaches literature/film, composition, and creative writing courses at Green River College in Auburn, WA. She lives on Vashon Island, just a short ferry ride away from Seattle, Washington. She writes fiction (short stories and novels), poetry, composition textbooks and has written one historic overview of Capitol Hill Pages as a former U.S. Senate page herself.

3 replies on “Ilona Cole, Story 60”

  1. I love this story and can imagine a lovely day in downtown Seattle during Advent season and hearing the Messiah after a delicious lunch and dinner, and, of course, Ilona

  2. This wonderful story makes me long to attend a performance of the Messiah in a beautiful cathedral. And I love the way Ilona and Hal made each other

  3. Advent is fast approaching. This is a lovely story to help us get ready for this most festive and beautiful season. I remember, when I worked at the Olympic Hotel, how lovely and tastefully the lobby and various restaurants were decorated: beautiful trees with silver globes and satin ribbons; doves holding banners in their beaks as they draped them across the ceilings; gingerbread houses with candy canes framing the doorways; tall nutcrackers guarding the entrance to the ballroom. I can imagine Ilona and Hal walking through these hallways as they leave their exquisite supper and head off for a beautiful concert to conclude a memorable evening. I think I will find out where the Messiah is being performed this year, near me! (I know. Don’t rush. Thanksgiving first. Still this story evokes memories now.)

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