Marian Szymanski

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This past Spring it seemed like everything was falling apart. My town, my country, the whole planet were all changing, and not for the better. I felt anxious and frustrated and nothing seemed to help, not even going to FUSF on Sundays. I started to attend FUSF less and less, only going on the Sundays that I had signed up to be the Fellowship Café Crew Chief. And even on those days I referred to

Linda Plukas

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We’ve all found our way to First Universalist Society in Franklin by different paths. Our family had a scout in my husband Mark, who came to church first at the recommendation of his boss. Mark liked what he found, so I decided to check it out as well. My parents were just grateful we had found a church, any church, even if it was “weird.” It was about 30 years ago that I walked into

Nicole Harter

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I often answer the question about how I came to stay at FUSF with a joke about my son’s love of the treats during fellowship hour. And while the treats are very good, that wasn’t what kept us coming back for the last five years. It was just slightly deeper than that. My husband and I both grew up in the Catholic faith and then attended a Christian reform church while dating and through the

Ann Willever

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My husband Jake and I have been part of the First Universalist Society in Franklin since the late 1980s. Originally, we sought out a congregation that would affirm our religious origins of Judaism and Christianity and would provide a place to raise our two sons. We found so much more! Over the years, we have received many gifts from this congregation. My family was nurtured with meals and childcare when I had back surgery. This community

Deb Prudhomme

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My journey at FUSF has been one of spiritual growth and transformation. It was only six short months ago when a beautiful angel guided me through the doors of the meetinghouse and what a beautiful world I found. Six months ago, I knew no one. Not. A. Soul. Things have certainly changed since my first visit when I walked along that cold February walkway and entered the meetinghouse. Greeting me at the table was a