New Vrindaban Brijabasi Spirit

Feb 1979, I was one month old!

Did Mudakari still live in the “apartments” in the barn or had she moved to the Utility buidling?

There were 3 siloes at the barn then. A 50′ concrete one that is still there and two Harvestores that were moved and raised to 80 feet at the new barn.

I was living in the barn at this point in time. Now I live in a house that would be visible just above the siloes if the resolution of the picture were higher.

the best days of our lives, we were all so fortunate to have paramatma lead us together to the same place and time. I salute all the Brijabasi before and after. The good and bad and the efforts will inform our wisdom. We will all retire as old-timers soon enough. The 3rd generation will be such nectar. What’s the scoop? Oat Water & Rice & Maha Sweets. Fire Wood. Darkish Tilak. Mud Clodded Boots, untied shoe laces. Newest BBT Canto, Best Abisheka nectar, giant panir, Chipattis. Best tray of smooshed Maha remnants, silver bowls and trays, old yellowed Gitas, used garlands, visits to Old Vrindavan farm, cold showers, cow patties, supply requsition waits, faded saris, ghee/dhal stained dhottis, “yall one of ’em hair-krishna(s)?”, marathon work projects, old-people-bus-visitors, labor day fire works, Indians from India, the newest Brijabasi Spirit,
Together Now:
“Jaya RadhaVrindavanChandra, RadhaVrindavanChandra, Raaadhaaa-re”
Bhimbadhar, where are you?

Your comment is a trip down memory lane.

[…] One may wonder about the significance of such a photo on the cover of the 1979 Brijabasi Spirit. “It’s just some silos, a big building, and snow all over the ground. What’s the point?” One purpose (I cannot state definitively, as I wasn’t the editor) was what those buildings signified at the time. […]

Long ago on the Dhama in West Virginia we were told not to make use of the re-cycled plastic yogurt cups that were used to transfer maha-prasadam to the prasadam hall. We were told to find our own dish/bowl and thus leave the cups on the transfer trays with the prasadam left out for the devotees’ consumption.
These store-brand-bowls had then been marked by the pujaris with the names of the deities.
In an adjacent room, two carpenters, Syamakunda & Cerentana were working. I entered the prasadam hall without a plate so I looked around and found a bowl that had been taken from the transfer tray and eaten from by one of the two carpenter devotee dudes. This bowl was clearly marked as described above belonging to their Lordships. Since it had already been defiled by the workers, I took it and used it—and then exited afterward with the bowl lest it be returned to the deity kitchen. It was no longer useable by the deities.
Upon my return to the Utility Building while walking the hall I passed the great Mother Isani who upon seeing me so causally walking with a ‘cup newly marked as off-limits’, she passed by me indifferently and simultaneously: Slapped me across my face and also snatched the cup out of my hands and continued down the hall. I then said the following to her, “Sorry Prabhu, thank you Mataji”.