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Show "l REMEMBER" 87 TKZ OLD TIMEAS From Mrs. Clara K. Rhodes, Epps, Louisiana: I remember protracted pro-tracted meeting times back in the days of yore, I'm sure you do, too, whose birthdays near three-score. We'd go for miles come meeting time, in wagons, buggies, horseback, horse-back, on foot, trudging along the dusty roads, from very direction, direc-tion, corner and nook. They'd take all the children, too, . sometimes a dozen or more, from babes in arms to courting age (who'd hang around the church house door). Till they'd hear the singing start, then go in and take their seats, but more interested in who's at church, than listening to the preacher preach. Mothers would take a quilt along, to make the babies a pallet. A jar of waUr, a drinking cup, a sack of tea cakes, to quiet their racket. But about the time the service started, you were always sure to hear, "Momma, I want a drink of water," from a wee voice loud and clear. Then as the preacher took his text, or as they knelt to pray, "I want a tea cake, mama," you'd hear another say. And just when everything got quiet, another vhispered loudly in mother's ear, blushing mother would rise and leave and go out somewhere to the rear. (Send contributions to thla column to Ths Old Timer, Community Proa Service, Bex UK, Frankfort, Kentiekr.) |