“Remember him …”
As I child church was a huge part of our lives. I have memories of being very small laying on the floor under the pews while the pastor preached.
My aunt started the church we went to in the basement of her house. We sat on some wooden seats that came from an old auditorium of some sort and fanned ourselves in the heat with cardboard fans from a funeral home.
I remember that church moving from her basement to a brand new building that seemed huge to me. It was the First Assembly of God in O’Fallon, Missouri. If I go into that old part of the church now it seems so small. I was there when it got enlarged even though I was still too young to be any help. I did get to help the next time the building was expanded and a new auditorium was built.
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