Why on earth some things just seem to take root in your mind/memory is a mystery to me--you know its things that are not earth shaking or even worthy to remember. Guess for me they were meaningful because they stuck with me. Like the time that we lived in Old Glory, Cinda was very young, and one day after lunch Mom made us all lay down to rest for awhile--Well it so happens that a certain religious group had been "working" our little community--when two of them stepped upon our porch we could see them from the bed we were on. Mom whispers to us to be real quiet and they would think we weren't home. Sounded good to us, so we were quiet as a church mouse , well they just kept on knocking and knocking and all of a sudden little Cindas sweet voice yells out" Go away their not home." Mom didn't seem to mind all of the giggling that we couldn't hold back.
It was while we were living there that the new young minister of our church would come by to visit. Mom really thought he was a great minister--I was young enough that I don't remember if he was good at his job or not, but I do remember him and how much he seem to love people. He had never met Daddy and wanted to "bring him into the fold" I suppose. One day he came to visit just as Daddy was about to leave to go unload a truck load of hay at a nearby ranch. It was a very hot day and not a breath of breeze (Mom recalled that little detail) Jerome told Dad that he would like to visit with him and Dad tells him that he had to unload the hay before it got dark but if he wanted to go with him that he had a extra pair of gloves about his size. I really wonder who was the most shocked Mom or Dad when Jerome stood up and says that he would be happy to go help him. Bet my bottom dollar Dad thought that his offer would run him off.
Well, he did go help Dad and we were never told all that they talked about but a friendship that lasted many years was brought about as those two unloaded and stacked a load of hay.
Like I said isn't it strange the little non eventful things that we remember?
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