Serendipity Sunday: Memories

I was raised in a Cumberland Presbyterian Church (CP).

It is a very tiny denomination.  Collectively, we aren’t weird…(some of us are cra-cra, though)

I was taught about Doctrine…the Bible…Missions…

What I have always loved about “my church” was that we KNEW we didn’t own this thing called RELIGION.

We sang “Whosoever Will”, and we really meant it.

We have an open altar…open communion table…anyone who believes in Christ is welcomed to partake…we don’t check “membership cards”…LOL

We believe in the Apostle’s Creed, The Lord’s Prayer, The Old and The New Testament, that Jesus is the Son of God, That God is Father, Son and Holy Ghost (ok, I just giggled because, well, I think I have been painting too much Halloween stuff…), so, basically, we believe the BIBLE…

We were a very quiet church, which I LOVED because after having a long week of NOISE, it was so wonderful to go into the House of the Lord and sit in the quiet to worship Him in Holiness…to BE STILL and KNOW… Being quiet (or LOUD) is in no way a measuring stick of one’s belief!

We believe that ANYONE can serve God, and no, you do NOT have to have a penis to Preach, to Teach or to Serve!

Well, if anyone has gotten this far and isn’t TOO offended, I will try to be on my best behavior.

I have the same email address that my mother had, and I won’t bore you with THAT story, because I have others to cause plenty of boredom for now.  Because of that, I get her updates of NEWS from the Denomination.

On May 26, I read that a classmate from Bethel had died.  I didn’t know her well, because she was there to get her MRS degree~~LOL…I was, however, friends with her husband, a CP minister, because I played the piano at a small church where he preached outside of Martin, TN each week.  BOY, howdy, I learned that MANY things can be placed in a person’s nose to cause humor (well, to SOME people)…French fries, pens, pencils, straws…sigh  Oh, how I shuddered on Sunday Morning when he picked me up to go to church and he had a friend with him…it just gave fuel to the fire of misbehavin’!

What I did know about Rhonda was that she was so sweet and kind.  She always smiled at me. THAT is a good memory to have.

Then, on July 18 (strangely enough, the anniversary of my parents wedding), I read that Carolyn Jackson had died.  She and my mother were the bestest of friends!  They were forever getting into something together.  They were sewing buddies and traveling to convention buddies.  She and Mother compiled the only (that I know about) denominational Cookbook to raise money for missions.  Carolyn did NOT want anyone to know her age, but one year, her son threw a birthday party for her and the cat was out of the bag.  She handled it pretty well~~LOL…Oh, how I loved her and how special she was to momma.  Her 98 years were full!!

This was taken in front of The Log Cabin.  It is a replica, of the replica (ROFL) of the Log Cabin that is located at Montgomery Bell Park in Dickson, TN...it is the birthplace of the Cumberland Presbyterian Church that came out of the GREAT REVIVAL...We left the Presbyterian Church because we did NOT believe in predestination....I am the one on the steps...Funny to see that 10 of these people went on to serve as Ministers/Christian Education (some of us got over it, too...LOL)

Last Monday morning, I opened my email and almost dropped my phone when I read about the death of Rev. Patrick Fleming.  He was driving back to his home in Arkansas after taking his daughter to Bethel for her final semester, and killed in a single vehicle accident.

Pat and I were in Balladeers together.  He had married our friend, Janiece, and had two children.  They were divorced and he was recently newly married.

I thought back to those days at Bethel.  I do not want to give the impression that we were the best of friends.  I will say that when you are crammed into a 26 seat bus, traveling for hours, and spending countless hours practicing and memorizing music, you get to know each other pretty well!  While there were people in the group who did not like each other, I can honestly say, that we all managed to get along pretty well, AND you found a way to stay away from each other….ME?  I plopped myself in the back of the bus, and sat on the music box!  ROFL…funny, that soon became the card playing section of the bus…LOL

Pat had demons.  He had a temper that scared me.  He didn’t always treat my friend, Janiece,  like I thought he should, and that frustrated me.  His father was a CP Pastor and my mother knew him.

We often laughed that so many of us in Balladeers were “CP Royalty”…Many of our parents were very active on the denominational level and they knew each other…We would laugh after a concert, when some lady would come flying outside to find “Martha’s daughter”…they were forever getting me and Elinor (Lita’s daughter) confused, because we both had black hair!  I got pointed at a whole bunch!  =)

Recently, I was chatting with another friend from Bethel and he said something about CP ROYALTY…I laughed and said that I was once considered to be that…He laughed and said, “yeah, right”…When I told him who my mother was, he gasped, apologized and said he never knew!!  He said I qualified…lol

Times have changed…we have changed…

Pat sent me a FB friend request several years ago, and it was good to “see” him.  NOW, as I have spent a week REMEMBERING moments from the past, I am thankful that I got the opportunity to MEET the new and improved PATRICK.  He has struggled.  He has fought the demons.  He had started living life LOVING life.  He made certain that Janiece was able to attend their daughter’s Senior Voice Recital.  I was glad that I had the opportunity to chat with him and to get to KNOW him.

I am glad that each of us has the opportunity to be BETTER that what we once were.

I am glad that Patrick fought the good fight and that he now lives with God in Paradise.

Music has always been such an important part of my life.  It has given me opportunities that I never imagined.  It makes me sad that I no longer play and sing, but things happen and life moves on and you adapt and do the best you can!  One day, I hope that money blessings will fall on my head and I will be able to either repair my piano, or get a good quality keyboard, but other things must be repaired, first~~ROFL…but I am at peace with it, for now.

So, though it seems I have shared only sadness, I wrote this to remind us all, that MEMORIES are a blessing.

Sometimes, we make choices and that is all we have…

I have been blessed this week to recount special times with special people and that has been a serendipity moment(s) for me.

My prayers are with all who mourn, but I am assured by reading the Bible, that THEY SHALL be comforted.

I love God, who has thought of everything.  While I sometimes think He doesn’t hear me and He doesn’t care and He will NEVER give me what I need, I am slapped back into reality, and again reminded that He NEVER forsakes me, He NEVER stops listening to me, and He will ALWAYS provide my needs (not wants)…He is my Shepherd and He continues to lead me into Green Pastures, beside still waters, feeding me before the enemy (Satan) and as Kat says, “just showing off!” 

NOW, to remember to FOLLOW Him and to TRUST HIM…

Thank you, Dear God, for my friends…for the memories…and for loving me, anyway, when I don’t deserve it. 

I am so blessed…~~charlotte♡

Monday Musings~~Happy Anniversary

65 years ago today, My Parents married.

It was a time far different from our world today.

Values were different.

Work ethics were different.

Families were different.

People married and intended to stay married, instead of agreeing to divorce if things got too difficult.

Streets were safer.

Neighbors visited.

Neighbors knew who their neighbors were.

People went to church as families and pulled together when there was a need in the community.

Parents supported Teachers and worked together to form carnivals to raise money, instead of teaching children to become sales people.

Children were taught to respect their elders.

Nothing less than Yes m’am/sir and No m’am/sir was tolerated when answering a question.

Adults were allowed to “correct” any child without fear of retaliation, and strangely enough, it was expected.

Hayrides were entertainment, and oddly enough, where my parents met.

Yes, many more people smoked than do now, and drinking wasn’t quite as popular, but it was still around, because kids will always be kids!

Voting was a privilege and you didn’t tell everyone for whom you voted, and few people asked, because they understood that it was a freedom.

There was no social media.

Gossip was “heard” via party line phones.

The women played Bridge.  The men played Pitch.  Families/Couples played Rook.

Friends gathered socially on frequent occasions.

Doctors made house calls.

Families cared for their aging family members instead of tucking them away, often out of sight, out of mind.

Men belonged to “Men’s Clubs” and ladies had “Home Demonstration Clubs”, with each of these groups having a theme to HELP their community.

Children were not involved in activities 7 days a week, but instead, usually chose one special event.

There were very few “key latch kids”.

A parent often stayed home to raise the kids, themselves.  It wasn’t easy, but the financial sacrifice in order to “invest” in a child was worth the trade.

The family unit was strong, often including Grandparents/Aunts/Uncles/Cousins forming a village.

Americans employed Americans. BUT, America also welcomed those from foreign countries, and yes, Americans even grumbled back then about immigrants.

There were very few free handouts to people who refused to work.

You used something until it broke, and when it broke, it was repaired. (And once it broke, it was BROKEN—learn the proper use of that word, people!!)

You learned to “make do” until you could afford to buy something. 

Women gave birth without being “knocked out” and felt the pain~~I think this would be a wonderful form of birth control to those “popping out babies” with no thought of how to provide for them.

Gifts were given and the recipient was happy to get the gift, and didn’t care if the “color didn’t match their color scheme”.

TV signed off each night with the National Anthem.

Children played outside together. 

Children did chores as part of the family.

People dressed in their best clothes to go to events.  

People dressed to go to town to shop and to support the local businessmen.

Women raised eggs and sold them to buy household “extravagants” such as a Hosier Cabinet.

Families visited the sick in hospitals, and the children, safely, waited in the lobby.

Families gave comfort by attending visitations and funerals, and food was ALWAYS provided for the families.

Boys raised money by having paper routes, and selling the Local Papers on the town square.

People read newspapers.  They read the funnies every Sunday morning to the kids.

Glass soda bottles were gathered and returned so a child could have pocket money.

People bought ice at the “ice house.”

Stores didn’t take all day to walk across from end-to-end.

Country folks got dressed up and went to “the city” to buy special items.

Sunday afternoon drives were a treat and ALWAYS ended with a visit under someone’s big ole oak tree.

You never went to visit without taking a hostess gift.

Drinks, if only water, were always offered to a guest, but few “country folks” didn’t have a dessert stashed away for the weekend.

Children sat and LISTENED when visiting.

Children ALWAYS got up to give a seat to his/her elder.

PLEASE and THANK YOU were considered “magic words that would open any door with ease”.

Yeah and Naw were considered extremely poor manners.

Children were disciplined…Yes, SPANKED!  OR sent to the car…

Special treats were available only at Christmas~~Christmas Candy, Coconut/Jam/Fruit Cakes, raisins, chocolate drops…

Families sacrificed for their country~~they had just lived through 2 world wars.

A person’s “rights” STOPPED where another person’s “rights” STARTED, and this was taught to the children.

County Fairs were a big deal!

Cotton Candy and Candy Apples were all the talk when thinking about going to the fair, because that was the only place to get them once a year!

Waiting was a gift! Instant gratification was NOT the norm.

Children didn’t run families and a parent being a child’s “best friend” was an insane thought and didn’t happen.

The list could go on and on…

It was not perfect during 1951.

It isn’t perfect in 2016.

Some things are better.

Some things are gut-wrenching.

I HOPE that you are living your life with values that MATTER.

My parents were NOT perfect, but they tried to teach us the best they could, AND NEVER did they tell us not to do something that they themselves did.  For that, I am most thankful.

I have discovered that few people were honored to be raised as I was, and that makes me sad.  I knew the love of TWO GOLDLY PARENTS…I miss them more than words can express, but NEVER will I fail to recognize the sacrifices they made for me and the opportunities they offered to me.  I am so thankful that I was able to care for them throughout their lives.  If you are blessed to have your parents, TAKE CARE OF THEM…empty chairs SUCK…Blessings to YOU…~charlotte♡