Wallpaper is evil, and your mom is heroic!
It's been a while, but I recall Episcopalians ending some prayers (not the Lord's, some other ones) with "forever and ever, world without end, amen." So they might even have more eternity...
When we took down wallpaper in our kitchen and hallway, we were left with loads of goop. We had a professional (our friend Thomas) skim coat and prime the wall. The product he used smelled terrible when it went on, but it took less than a day and we were left with a smooth surface to paint. You might want to look into that, instead of spending forever and ever gleaning off wallpaper goop.
I was about to try to explain how small it is when I realized that my friends in the magical glowing box are sometimes also my friends outside the magical glowing box, and since it's you I can just say: it's only the small bit between the kitchen and the living room, with holes for the doors to the basement, the laundry room, and the main floor bathroom. So it didn't seem like it would require professional help. And still may not, if we're reasonably lucky.
Ceilings. Ceilings??? Ceilings! Ack!
Episcopalian hell is as long as Lutheran hell. This must be why the denominations are in...oh, whatever the word is for sharing priests and so on.
Lutherans do not have priests.
The term you're looking for is "full communion," and it's...well. E-mail me if you would like to talk about this further, because the document that brought the ELCA into full compliance with Episcopalian theology of ministry was--well, as I said, I would prefer e-mail. (I can also give you a Cliffs Notes version for Flavors of Lutheran In MN 2010, because I have hopes that you will find that useful very soon!)
The Presbyterians I grew up with said "forever and ever". Also "debts" instead of "trespasses".
Anyone who is willing to scrape wallpaper goop off a wall (I am SO not a wallpaper person) deserves all the Heavenly help she can get.
I grew up with "forever and ever" (and also "the kingdom and the power and the glory" and "trespasses") in the Episcopalian church. Every time I hear just "forever" in the Lord's prayer, I trip over my tongue a little bit. Where's the rest!
Given that Christmas services with my parents now involve the Congregationalist church, and I'm not much of a churchgoer on my own, that's true most times I hear the Lord's Prayer said out nowadays. It's funny how graven into your memory things like that get.
Sometimes it gets important, too. One of my memories of my cousin Mary's Nanu's funeral is Mar and I clinging to each other at the graveside and quietly but fiercely whispering, "f'r-thine-is" and on when all the Catholics had already gone amen. Because it was important for her right then.
There May Be Reasons why I have been dragging my feet on repainting the bathroom and kitchen, she muttered darkly. Wallpaper, indeed, and also, forsooth.
I'm not sure what my excuse is for not repainting the hall, yet, though.
I grew up simple Church of England, and we always said "forever and ever." And I still do, on the rare occasions that the opportunity arises: but always with uncertainty now, because I never know what those around me are going to say or not say.
I'm sure you know about this, but just in case you didn't: white vinegar and warm water (whatever ratio you want, but more vinegar than half and half is... strong smelling) disolves wallpaper paste faster than water alone. And warm water is nicer than cold, but that may just be because warm water is nicer than cold.
(When we moved into our current house, all the rooms upstairs had this awful 1980s plastic coated hotel-room wallpaper in pastel pink and blue, and there was no way we were living with it. Plastic coated means water proof. It was awful.)
We have a "god bottle" for our dogs. Now, dogs aren't like cats - they don't mind a little water. So, dog god bottles are about 10-25% vinegar.
It turned out that the god bottle solution worked wonderfully for getting rid of the wallpaper paste in the kitchen.
When I was growing up, the Methodists used forever and ever also. Sometime in the '80's, they put out a new hymnal - and stripped the "amen" off of practically every hymn. I don't know if they changed their standard version of the Lord's Prayer at that time.
But I grew up with forever and ever! (and trespasses).
Then there's the Orthodox conclusion "Now and ever, and unto ages of ages, amen."
I love stripping wallpaper. Yes, I am sick.
Your mother is a hero of the revolution.*
*Which revolution? Why, the anti-wallpaper revolution. We're working on a flag. Maybe there should be t-shirts...
I'm glad you're getting your house the way you want it. I spent enough of my childhood helping to strip wallpaper (so that it could be replaced by more wallpaper) that I can appreciate the effort involved.
For my father, paint was the evil thing. It ran down his arms and into his hair, and splattered and generally made a mess, not to mention showing childish fingerprints. Wallpaper was fun -- a puzzle and a challenge. If he could have wallpapered the doors he probably would have. I grew up in houses where every room had patterned wallpaper on every wall -- the same pattern for every wall in a given room, but a different pattern in every room. (A more common fashion in those days and that part of the world was textured paper with paint over it, and maybe a feature wall of pattern; British walls, at least in older houses, tend not to be in good enough shape to take plain paint.) When he was young and healthy, he and my mother spent just about every school holiday decorating, so that I can remember two or three different patterns for every room in the house we left when I was eleven. And yes, paper (not patterned, just lightly textured) on some of the ceilings, too. Plain painted walls still seem a bit un-homelike to me, though I've lived longer in this apartment (dingy off-white, about half of it straight on the masonry) than in any other single dwelling.
When I moved into this house, both the main floor bedrooms had wallpaper, and I hated both wallpapers. The office I spent hours and hours spritzing with soapy water and scraping off again (lydy
helped), and then Bob the painter used some sort of liquid to get the last of it off before he could paint. I don't know what sort of liquid it was, but he accidentally spritzed some of it across a portion of the ceiling, and the popcorn coating came right off. I suggested that he use it to remove all
the popcorn coating, but he was strongly averse to that, and managed to replace the missing stuff seamlessly.
The bedroom, though -- that was hopeless. Behind the wallpaper was something else, and that something else was not going to come away, and it wasn't suitable for painting over. So I found a wallpaper that I liked a lot, and Pat WINOLJ and I wallpapered my bedroom. It makes me happy every time I look at it, because it's mostly teal with lots of color variations and interesting designs.
But I would have gone with paint if it had been feasible.
I was also raised Episcopalian.
I channeled the 13-year old me from the time of my confirmation (because it was not long after that that we stopped going to church regularly) to aid in remembering, and it was indeed "forever and ever."
On the rare occasion that I'm in a R.C. church (last time was a funeral in catelynn
's family) I have to deliberately stop myself from continuing to what I think is the proper end of the prayer.
Oh yeah, and "trespasses" too.