by Nancy Clark Brown
The church was located at that time
mouth of the Cavenger Hollow, our house was a short distance up the
Our lives were centered around the church. My grandmother, Clara Baker
had the keys as she opened and closed the church. I knew exactly where
she kept them, this opened a whole new playground. My playmates were
Adkins, Bruce Adkins, Peggy Sue Adkins,
It was Easter Sunday and my grandmother, Clara Baker and I took a bucket of water for drinking to the church, opened the door and proceeded to ready everything for church services. I was dressed in my new Easter outfit and when it was time to ring the church bell she held me up and I grabbed the knotted rope and pulled with all my might. All of a sudden I shot straight up out of her arms and plunged right back down. The bell had turned over. Needless to say that ended my bell ringing days.
There was a beautiful pump organ in the church, it belonged to Raney Kilgore, she had recently broke up housekeeping and moved to a small apartment. The organ was brought to the church as she had no place for it. From time to time she would stop by and play her organ, She sang in a high pitched voice and the sound came carried about the community, people would say "Raney's at it once again."
Dinner on the Ground
Once a year in September, a memorial meeting for the deceased members was held followed by a dinner on the ground. In the little bottom near the church sawhorses were set up and boards placed on them to make tables. Huge crowds attended. I always made sure I got some of my grandmothers chicken and dumplings, Ruby Riner,s stack cake and Aunt Dora Baker's butterscotch pie.
I loved to attend Sunday school in
room church were each class has their own space, far enough apart as
to disturb the other classes. I can close my eyes and let my mind drift
back 50 years and see all the faces of family and neighbors that
in our little church. Johnny Riner had a little chair that had the legs
sawed off so it would fit him. He sat behind the pot belly stove leaned
back against the wall with his eyes shut. Oscar Dove was a dear man, my
brother Ronnie and I thought the world of him. Once at Christmas we
names, he drew mine and I got a baking set with a dough roller,
spoons, cups, cake pans and cake mixes. It was a wonderful gift one I
never forget. My parents were always there, aunts, uncles, cousins,
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