Elizabeth Carr, a retired social worker in her late 60s, arrived at her weekly writing class at Emmanuel Baptist Church in Clinton Hill on a recent Thursday wearing a wide-brimmed sunhat. It may have shielded her from the gloomy day’s rain, but perhaps she had worn it with faith that the sun would eventually make an appearance.
All of the elderly women who take part in the workshop seem to have a similar knack for looking at the bright side. A rainbow had appeared the week before, and it manifested itself once again in a piece by Jacqueline Murray, 75, a retired registered nurse.
“A quick glance into the Eastern sky, and I was given the privilege of seeing one of God’s wonders: a perfectly arched rainbow,” she read aloud during the session. “All the clichés came to mind, is there really a pot of gold out there? What really is over the rainbow?”
