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Publié par | Inspiring Voices |
Date de parution | 19 septembre 2011 |
Nombre de lectures | 0 |
EAN13 | 9781462400034 |
Langue | English |
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Little White Church in the Vale
Reflections on Small-Town Faith
Bonnie Watkins
Copyright © 2011 Bonnie Watkins
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ISBN: 978-1-4624-0003-4 (e)
ISBN: 978-1-4624-0004-1 (sc)
Library of Congress Control Number: 2011937683
Printed in the United States of America
Inspiring Voices rev. date: 9/14/2011
Contents
Preface
Acknowledgements
Attendance Last Sunday
Behind the Gardenia Bushes
Brother Black
Bell Ringing
Sharps and Flats
Handing Over the Hymnal
Rescue Mission
Stained Glass Windows
Pews
Mama’s Purse
I Love To Tell the Story
Brothers and Sisters
Saturday Night Pincurls
Kitchen Class
New Preacher Comin’
O Tannenbaum!
Stuffing the Bags
Easter Egg Hunt
He is Risen, Indeed!
Covered Dish Supper
Hayride
Addicks Dam
Summer Volleyball
Haymaking
Girls’ Quartet
Birthday Bank
Sleep in Heavenly Peace
Rachel: A Sister to Sarah
Oil of Nard
Holding the Coats
Scarlet Sins
Funeral Fans
Raising Lazarus
Personalities of the Parking Lot
Spring Crop Dustin’
The Hitchin’ Rail
Joe’s Garage
Tante Anna
For my dear family and devoted friends, especially those who have known little churches
“What Christ is saying always … is this: ‘I am my Father’s son, and you are my brothers.’ And the unity that binds us all together, that makes this earth a family, and all men brothers and so the sons of God, is love.” —Thomas Wolfe
Preface
Blistering Texas summers.
Freezing, damp winters.
No air conditioning or heat.
Linoleum floors with a carpet strip up to the altar.
Still, every Sunday (barring flood or fever) we filed into one of the eighteen wooden pews of Addicks Methodist Church to worship and fellowship in our small dairy community.
Singing the old hymns of the faith was a large part of the service. No organ offered the accompaniment, but rather an ancient upright piano, not always totally in tune, with a few broken ivories. Copies of The Cokesbury Worship Hymnal, thinner than today’s hymnals, were on the back of each pew. Two wooden boards on the wall flanked the altar and pulpit. One announced attendance and offering, the other the numbers of the hymns we would sing that Sunday. Truth to tell, the hymnals were unnecessary because most of us had the verses committed to memory.
Although not a general practice, we were not above changing the words, if warranted. Hymn #121 was “The Church in the Wildwood.” The chorus crooned:
Come to the church in the wildwood,
Oh, come to the church in the vale
No spot is so dear to my childhood
As the little brown church in the vale.
Since we were a little white church, we conveniently changed the lyric.
During my childhood in the 1950’s, our church sat 30 miles outside of Houston next to the Addicks Dam on Farm Road 1960. Today it still remains with practically no changes to the outside, and very few inside. Its name has changed to Addicks United Methodist Church. The road is now Highway 6 between the huge highways, IH10 and US 290. But when you turn off the busy highway today, time seems to stand still. It’s still the little white church in the vale.
May these reflections of a time gone by and pictures of other little churches bring to you memories of your own “spot so dear.”
Bonnie Watkins
Acknowledgements
Although most of the people who sat in the pews with me at Addicks Methodist Church are no longer alive, the memories of Mama, Daddy, Ethel, Myrtle, Norma Ann, and Aunt Nellie live on. To Aunt Nellie’s family, the Fiebig girls, I give thanks for still blessing our family with music. My gratitude and love go to my sister, Carolyn Higgins Ter Poorten, for sitting close and helping entertain a wiggly little one on those hard pews. My love goes to Dan, my husband, and to Nancy, my best friend from college, for the wonderful times we’ve had taking pictures together.