Sunday, June 15, 2008

Ol' time Religion

Like the country song says I come from a long line of love. Today I was thinking about the legacy of fathers and grandfathers. The lives of these men impacted the lives of many generations to follow them. I wonder if they would be surprised at the stories that are still told about them today.

My grandfather was a Church of Christ preacher in Texas during the first half of the last century. In those days preachers were not paid by the church and they had to support themselves and their families with other jobs. My mother tells this story she remembers about a gift her father was given after holding a meeting.

Mom was about five years old. Her little sister Rubye was three. The buggy they used to ride to meeting had two small red chairs in the back where the girls sat for the long ride to and from church. That Sunday the congregation paid my grandfather for his preaching with two barrels of molasses. The barrels were placed in the back of the buggy next to the girls’ chairs. It was hot in Texas and as they rode home the heat caused the molasses to expand. The barrels began to leak and the molasses oozed slowly out onto the floor of the buggy. When they finally arrived home the girls were unable to move because their shoes were firmly stuck in the molasses. Their dad yelled at them to quit dawdling and climb out of the buggy. They started to cry because they could not move. Finally he figured out their predicament and he reached in and unlaced their high top shoes and pulled them out barefooted. She doesn’t remember how the shoes were freed, but since they were their only good shoes they were rescued, cleaned and worn again to meeting the next week.

What stories have been passed down in your family?

4 comments:

AM Kingsfield said...

I've got a good one about my dad in his undies on a mousehunt that ended with him throwing a mouse at his pregnant wife who was in hysterics up on a chair.

Sling said...

My great grandfatherwas from Texas.
It's told that he was shot and killed over a dispute about a barbed wire fence.
I don't know if he was for it,or against it.

Anonymous said...

Mom was born in Glendale CA back in 1927. She was a depression kiddo, had lots of little friends who came form poor families like her. She said no one minded because they were all in the same boat. She loved little kittens and used to dress them up nad put them in her baby buggy and walk them up and down the neighborhood. She said one kitty stayed in and didn't jump out and was so much fun to play baby with. Homeless folk used to come up to the back door and gramma would fix them something to eat. Everyone helped each other and pulled together.
I miss her and wish she was here to tell me more stories....

Mom said...

AM, You should be terrified of mice after that prenatal fright.
Sling, In Texas that was the normal way to settle a dispute.
CS, I remember my kids dressing up their kittens and putting them in their baby buggy.
Everyone should try to collect the stories of their own personal history. It helps us to understand who we are when we know where we came from.