This was my second visit to Chester MM. Ten or eleven Friends attended. Outside, the maples were flaring yellow, and the leaves rustled underfoot whenever another Friend approached the front door. The Meeting room was warm and smelled of wood.
Messages were brief and loving whether the words spoke of mourning or of joy. I felt a deep sense of the Spirit. Thanks to Friends who welcomed us; I would return in a heartbeat. — Yelena Tower, Pittsburgh (Lake Erie YM), November 13, 2016