This past Sunday we took my boyfriends grandmother and aunt to church at 1st Presbyterian on 4th Ave. North. Its a really beautiful old church that’s in the heart of Birmingham. His grandmother, who is 80+ years in age, still enjoys playing the bells after the service is over. So, after communion, we went up 2 spiral staircases (that was only the width of a small child) and made our way to the top of the bell tower and listened to her play. We, being us, went all the way to the very top of the bell tower and watched the bells ding away. It was beautiful. I never knew how it worked. I envisioned it being a Notre Dame scene and we would be swinging from the bells… not quite.
Being in the Bible Belt, it was especially nice to hear all of the churches in the downtown area have their bells ring as well.