A giggle from the past
Funny stories don't usually come via the Obituaries, but that is just what happened to me today. I used to question why people picked up the newspaper and went straight to the obits. Now that I am of a certain age, I understand. Daily I read the email obituaries from the local newspaper, or what is left of it. Often, perusing the names of the deceased and their kin will jog your memory of someone or some event that you haven't thought of in ages. Today, there was the photograph and long obituary of a lady from the church in which I grew up. Her late husband is the one who I am sharing this story about; it is 100% true. This church was the largest, most affluent Baptist church in town. It was what you would call "high church," although absent some of the liturgy used in Methodist, Presbyterian and Episcopal churches. You had to walk up a very large set of steps as though you were entering a Roman temple. (In later years, an elevator was installed for ...