Mother: Who she Was is What she Did AND Said

Mother: Who she Was is What she Did AND Said

          One summer mother decided to begin a Bible Study for children. She investigated for interest and it was ample, so she set about arranging all the details.She had realized from the beginning that she would have to walk to the class and when offered a location for the study she accepted in delight and anticipation. A three mile a week trek in the hot Texas sun was not an obstacle for her, in fact was probably just what she needed.
          It was a great idea, one that, as the saying goes, "kept on giving". Parents were  delighted with the summer class and the children liked it so much that the parents began coming on Sundays, bringing the children again, from which they learned of Vacation Bible School which was always a 'knock out' for kids and a nightmare for the teachers and managers. I am not sure what I taught them, but they taught me a lot.
          The second year she appointed me to teach a younger class because there was a need. I really didn't mind the teaching aspect, but complained about the walk. 'My' children were maximum age three and if the child was at least in diapers they were brought to me.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

  

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

taught me a lot. We were very involved in that small congregation and eventually, Dad was an elder, and when there was a need he usually supplied it. It was his idea, however, to hand build and carve an oak rostrum for the speaker to use. Eventually that congregation built a larger facility and the rostrum was passed around to many places for many years. 
         The second year of the summer classes I was appointed (by Mother, of course) to teach a second class because there was need. Not being of the same gracious mind as mother, I complained bitterly on account of the long walk. Actually I rather enjoyed being with the little ones ... and I only had to walk a mile a day as my location was a somewhat closer.
          A number of years later, they moved from that location closer into town, my dad died, and I, as the youngest, was married and living in South Carolina so mother was alone. As she visited several congregations to decide on a permanent place, she spotted the rostrum and immediately knew it was where she wanted to be, as she felt at home with Dad's oak rostrum before her every time she was in the building.

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