Took a trip back in time while ago. The church where I went as a child, up to the age of 16 is going to be torn down. The windows are out and the doors are off, so I had to just go in and look. I will be 54 next week and it has been 38 years since I have been in that building. I walk in and was a bit nervous, not knowing what I would see, not knowing the condition of the floors, so I just kind of stood there a bit and took it all in. One of the first things I noticed was the old chalk board behind the pulpit. That seems so prehistoric now, when you compare it to the power point presentations that are used today. And then I just started visualizing the pews and I can still tell you where everyone sat. I pictured my grandaddy, Barton Cate, and Jim Buckingham leading singing and the other men who did. I remember the old gas stove that sat between two of the pews, and the sound it made when it came on and how far it was from one pew to the other one because of where the stove was. I remember how it sounded when it came on. I remember sitting by my grandmother Undine Cate and how she would take her hand and roll up my sock and then rub her hand from my ankle to the top of my sock to get all the wrinkles out of it. That was such a great feeling at the time. I made my way to the back to the 3 classrooms, that at the time seemed huge, but looking at them now, they were just cracker boxes. I made my way to the one to where I spent most of my time and when I got there I could picture where Mrs. Pauline Buckingham sat and how she taught me and others in the Sunday school room. I still remember the smell of Play-doh. I still remember being able to put a star on the calendar for the Sunday s that were attended. I still remember what it felt like to look at those calendars and see all the stars that were up there from our Sunday school class. This was a small church. I think there were 4 of us kids in that Sunday school class on average. Attendance at the church was 30 if we were lucky. But this was my upbringing. This was the building, the people who influenced me more than they will ever know. I miss that place and I miss those people, some of whom are no longer with us, and some that are still around but I just dont see them. The little town of Cunningham Ky, in Carlisle County was such a great place to grow up. Kids today want to go and get away. I never left and I wish I could go back to those days. I miss them.
Posted on: Fri, 04 Apr 2014 18:12:55 +0000
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