Sunday, September 27, 2020

Let There Be Shouting!!

 It's Sunday morning... 

Yep, more rain!!

After watching my two footballs games yesterday (SEC, of course), I lay awake in bed ... my mind still going ninety to nothing. And, one thought I had was how hard it is to come up with interesting blog posts these days when we are so limited in where we can go, what we can do.

Then, it hit me. I have a ton of material I could use. It's not current but it's stories of long ago (and some not so long ago) of relatives and maybe even one or two of me. 

Some are funny, some sad. But, they tell of how life used to be. 

Here is my first one. 

Nancy and William lived about a mile from the little country church where William was pastor.  They usually walked to and from services, unless the weather was too bad, then they go in the wagon.  Occasionally the church would have the morning service, followed by a lunch and then there would be a night service. Visitors from some distance were common so the 'home' members would invite the visitors to go home with them to rest a bit before going back for the night service.  

Once Nancy and William were at the house, getting settled in with their guests for some good visiting, one of the neighbors passed by and told Nancy that one of the cows had given birth to a calf on the back side of the pasture.  

Nancy was a caring soul and she worried about the animals so she pulled her apron on over the church dress she wore.  She didn't want to get her church shoes all muddy so she slipped her feet into her husband's brogan work boots sitting there. Then she headed off into the pasture to see about the new-born calf.  

The cow wasn't too co-operative and it took a long time for Nancy to convince the new mama that her calf would be safer and better protected back in the barn. 

As Nancy finally burst into the house, the others were going out the door so as to not be late for the night service.  "It's time for church, Nancy", they yelled to her.  So, Nancy pulled off her apron, threw it over a chair and headed up the road with them.  She was nearly to the church before she realized she still had on her husbands old dirty work shoes.  

"Well", she said, "I will just sit in the back and no one will notice". Women wore their dresses long in those days (early 1900s) so she figured her dress tail would cover the shoes. Her husband preached a wonderful sermon and when it was over, as the custom went, the congregation would go around shaking hands with each other and the preacher.  Nancy had gotten all fired up listening to that good sermon so as the hand shake started Nancy began shouting.  She shouted and pranced all over that church, her husband's dirty shoes just flying.  

true story. My husband's great grandparents! 


  1. That is a great story! 😁 Yes, Latane, you have many things to share.

  2. Thank you for the wonderful story, I look forward to the next.

  3. Oh I love stories like this! Thanks and yes, posting about times long ago are special! Enjoy your day dear friend, HUGS!


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