Prelude: I was invited to Daryl’s church for an event to honor him and shared a “Daryl memory,” but not the one I wanted to tell. This letter is what I really wanted to say. Also, when I sent this …
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I remember Grandpa being at Stacy’s wedding. He had just gotten some sort of toupee, and in all honesty, he looked like he had a yak on his head. Or a deceased squirrel perhaps. Good gracious! He looked ridiculous. Kim …
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Grandmother could make the very best banana pudding! Just the thought of it brings back memories of exactly how it tasted. So sweet, so distinctive, and that perfectly fluffy meringue on top. I wonder how many of those she baked …
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The cousins sure enjoyed getting together at Grandmother and Grandpa’s house! I didn’t know it at the time, but now I imagine our parents were thrilled to get a break from us! One of our favorite things was to pull …
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We are here today to celebrate the life of an incredible woman. A godly saint. Someone who was a faithful wife. A loving mother. A dear grandmother. A great neighbor. A great sister. A great aunt. A fantastic pastor’s wife. …
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Bennie and Imogene were pastors of the Oak Hill Church of God of Prophecy for two or three years. As I recall, they had been there for about two years and the church needed a fresh coat of paint. Especially …
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We sure loved to fish, didn’t we? I’ve never been an expert fisherman, but Grandpa sure knew how to fish. And if Grandpa knew how to fish, I think Uncle Harold knew even more. And Harold had a boat. There …