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The Letter "C"
The year 1971 brings up some scattered memories: Hot pants (I had two pair--purple striped and bright red with a star on the back pocket), marijuana (not for me, but the rest of the dorm floated high on the weekend), Vietnam War, protest marches, falling in love, keeping my scholarship, and home.
Home meant church to my family.
In the late fall, it was decided to have a photo made of the church body, to commemorate the congregation of that time. The elderly founders of the church (mostly widows by this time) were seated in the center front row, with the attendees surrounding them.
I wasn't there. But I remember the names, the faces.
For some reason, my Grandma Amy was not included in this group, although she deserved to be. Politics, I suspect.
Today, the letter C stands for Church.
When I write about Nancy and her church, this is the source from which I draw.
When I write about Nancy and her church, this is the source from which I draw.
