Okay, it's time to start reminising again. In case anyone is wondering, these questions come from a book called "Reflections from a mother's heart." I always wished I had gotten Mama to do one for us before she was gone.
The question is: When did you first go to church? What are your earliest memories of church?
I assume that we always went to Center Hill Baptist after Mama and Daddy got married and moved to Center Hill. I wonder if that was the first place they lived, I don't remember ever hearing of anywhere else. Hmm.
My first memories of church was being in a Christmas play and what fun it was practicing for it. I'm sure it was an excellent play. I think Charles Davis and I were children in it and we had to sit on the floor in a family scene and play. I don't remember having any lines. No wonder it was fun practicing for it. I also remember the first time I saw tears in Mama's eyes at church and I thought that was so weird and worried what in the world was going on. We went to Grandmama Layton's that afternoon and I kept looking at Mama's eyes to see if I could detect any more tears. I didn't know at that time that it was just the family curse which we all have, some worse than others, but none worse than me.
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I only remember going to Sandy Cross Baptist Church. Two distinct memories I have are 1) Spending the night at Ms. Joanne Russell's house as an acteen and making/pulling homemade taffy. I got soooooo sick. To this day, just the thought of it turns my stomach. 2) Singing in the choir and acknowledging another member as "skinny bean" to which she told me to shut up! I was only calling her what everyone called her, friends included. I guess she didn't like it from me. Oh well!
I remember, when I was in the plays at First Baptist, thinking when are they going to recognize my singing talent?! I should have had a lead role! I don't know when I realized I didn't have any singing talent...I think it was just now.
I don't have many memories as a young child. I do remember being in GA's and of us going to Erma and Joe Wiggins home. I also remember going Christmas caroling and I think we went back to the Wiggins for hot chocolate. I remember learning bible verses in GA's. Some I still remember. Of course one was John 3:16 and the other that I remember well is the scripture that is read at many funerals. John 14 - Let not your heart be troubled, ye believe in God, believe also in me ........And if I go and prepare a place for you, I will come again, and receive you unto myself, that where I am, there you may be also. I really enjoyed church as a teenager, probably not for the right reasons. I enjoyed the social aspect. I don't remember what the youth group was called, but we met in homes. Actually I was one of the younger ones. There were Pasty Privott, (I'm really testing my memory now) I believe another was Agnes Bunch's daughter. There was Esther somebody that lived down the road of Dad's house at Center Hill, Durwood and E.C Topping and of course my heart throb, Buddy Belch. I remember some of the crazy things we did after the meeting, like going over town for a coke and in the country, going snype hunting.
When Joyce talks about the tears, does anyone else think that it strange the we did not feel that we could have asked about something like that. I know that my children would have asked me.
Cathy, when you started talking about your singing talent, I was thinking, I didn't know that Cathy had singing talent? Of course, I didn't think that you did not, because I don't believe I have ever heard you sing.
Cathy, Since I'm now talking to you, I have a question for you. I tried to find another topsy terby snow men and was not successful, but they do now have topsy terby bunny rabbits, any interest?
Also, you admired my pine cone wreath. I was thinking that some weekend, any interested, could meet and make pinecone wreaths. Be on the lookout for bicycles that are being thrown away and take the wheels off them for the wreaths.
Didn't mean to write a book.
Up here you see a lot of bikes chained heavily to poles and rails and stuff that are missing wheels. Maybe it's some dastardly gang of wreath-making bandits.
Barry, I love your sense of humor. Hope you are enjoying New York. I'm looking forward to Christmas in a couple of years in New York. Margaret
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