Back then the little church sat on a hill to the left. Mom told me that one Sunday she put my petticoat slip on me and was waiting till the last minute to put the dress on. She must have forgot to tell me this. So she misses me and looks out and sees me going up the steps of the church. Oops!
The funeral was held in their new brick church building. Since Church of Christ don't use musical instruments, there could not have been a sweeter sound than family and friends singing "Amazing Grace" and "Old Rugged Cross". I quit singing just to listen. I noticed their attendance--39 and yet the other board showed an offering of $700. A small but giving church. And then that little congregation prepared and fed a hungry family with good country cooking. Roots run deep in that Mississippi church.