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EPISODES AT THE LITTLE CHURCH AT THE CROSSROADS <br /> By Mrs Glennie Moffitt tic's seem calm. She When the preachers his dentures went out he would get turned <br /> v0 had just purchased a were unable to come, the window, so he around, and someone <br /> Did you ever live new couch. Brother they notified my grand- couldn't talk. from the Amen corner <br /> A near a little church in Stormy came home father to take over the As Brother Stormy had to go up and <br /> Qthe country where the with father for Sunday pulpit. One time he aged, his eyesight straighten him around. <br /> v minister might be left dinner, and after walk- received this request began to fail, though Had he ever stepped off <br /> 04 standing on the church ing up the incline from from Brother Stormy, he continued to the rostrum on Sunday <br /> � <br /> steps on Sunday night? the road, he was ex- who, while going home preach; he knew his night, there wouldn't <br /> Well, I did ! My h a u s ted, saw the on Monday was sitting Scriptures and sermons have been enough men <br /> father would always couch, and let himself by a train window and by heart, having in the congregation to <br /> LO <br /> (o wait outside the church go. So did the couch was taken with repeated them so <br /> a and if no one invited springs, never to coughing and sneez- often. At times when See LITTLE CHURCH <br /> the preacher home return to normal. ing. During the seizure preaching and shouting (Continued Page 7) <br /> with them for the , <br /> night, we got him! <br /> Otherwise he would <br /> have to walk two miles <br /> to the little town and 1 <br /> stay at the hotel. <br /> Our church members <br /> were all farmers and <br /> didn't mind picking the <br /> ministers' up when <br /> they arrived Saturday <br /> on the 4:18 train, as <br /> they had to get WELCOME <br /> groceries anyway. <br /> They would keep him <br /> for supper,overnight, w <br /> and breakfast, and brTO <br /> - <br /> ing him to the morning 10 <br /> service; then their shift <br /> was over. Someone <br /> else took him for din- <br /> ner and supper and <br /> brought him to evening o <br /> NEW CARLISLE <br /> meeting, and that end- e <br /> ed their shift. The night <br /> shift, as I have said <br /> before, uncertain. HISTORICAL DAYS <br /> The two ministers I <br /> remember most vividly <br /> were quite opposite in <br /> personality. Brother <br /> 011ie -- short for Oliver <br /> -- was a quiet little man <br /> and a fine preacher. In <br /> my teenage years I <br /> always sang in the choir, and sat where I Behind our name stands over <br /> could watch him as he <br /> sat cross-legged, keep- 50 years of successful service <br /> ing time with the music <br /> by tapping one foot on the floor and swinging to this farming community. <br /> the other. Well, I <br /> thought, if it was all <br /> right for him to keep WE ARE DEALING IN: <br /> time with his feet in the <br /> church, I could keep SUPERSWEET FEEDS <br /> time with mine. So I PIONEER SEED CORN <br /> learned to dance. <br /> The other was HY RATION DOG FOOD <br /> Brother "Stormy" a GRAIN & FERTILIZER <br /> man ofpounds with <br /> a mouuthh and voice in CUSTOM GRINDING & MIXING <br /> proportion. He achiev- <br /> ed this nickname, as he <br /> was a converted "Old <br /> Sea Salt". His favorite <br /> song was "There Is A <br /> Fountain Filled With <br /> Blood", and he was apt ELEVATOR <br /> to start singing any <br /> time he felt like it. <br /> There was no use in- <br /> playing the organ, as it FEED MILL <br /> couldn't have been <br /> heard by the time the <br /> congregation joined in. <br /> He was a jolly old man, <br /> and the kids liked his <br /> sea stories. 6S4m362S <br /> One time, if my <br /> mother hadn't been a <br /> lady, she could have <br /> blown up a storm with <br /> him to make the Atlan- <br />
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