About the only thing I haven't seen mentioned is about Church. EVERY Sunday, unless you were on your death bed and it had been verified by the back of Grandmothers hand on your forehead and then checked again with her cheek.
You sat still regardless of what may be eating your butt or suffered the consequences of being "taken outside" and dealt with. That was embarrassing to say the least, and everyone stared at you when you came back in and sat down... real easy....
Then about once a month or so there was "dinner on the grounds". Actually lunch after services, and was pot luck style. I loved Ms. Minnie's potato salad and Leon's mothers baked beans and my Aunt Alice's fried chicken was the absolute best in the whole world.
The men sat around and talked and smoked, kids ran and played, and the women gossiped. I can take you to a church out in the country, in Arkansas, where this still goes on as scheduled....... THAT'S a memory....
You sat still regardless of what may be eating your butt or suffered the consequences of being "taken outside" and dealt with. That was embarrassing to say the least, and everyone stared at you when you came back in and sat down... real easy....
Then about once a month or so there was "dinner on the grounds". Actually lunch after services, and was pot luck style. I loved Ms. Minnie's potato salad and Leon's mothers baked beans and my Aunt Alice's fried chicken was the absolute best in the whole world.
The men sat around and talked and smoked, kids ran and played, and the women gossiped. I can take you to a church out in the country, in Arkansas, where this still goes on as scheduled....... THAT'S a memory....