I can relate to every word of this Don. My folks were Baptist. Dinner on the grounds was some of my sweetest memories But we did have music and some fantastic piano players. Elvis would be proud.
- I think SawneeCat is a keeper.
- Hot day in Atlanta today.
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- I was talking to my mom back when I was 50ish. My shoulder or something was aching. I asked her "is this just a part of getting older?" She said "yes, and just wait until you are 70." She was correct.
- My mom took my sister and I to church every Sunday. When I was 16 & 17, 2 close friends and I sang in the adult choir. It was great. One of our friend girls was a soprano and sang a lot of solos. Unforgettable.
- My maternal grandfather was a Primitive Baptist. The preacher was an ordinary farmer, unsiminary trained. Brother Scott. They met once a month, The church, Big Springs Primitive Baptist, is still where it was then. They had dinner-on-the-ground a couple of times per year. No musical instruments. The preacher washed the deacons' feet. It was interesting. Brother Scott preached my granddaddy's funeral in 1966.