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I have been a member of some eight different churches Congregational & Presbyterian, scattered from Elyria to Texas and Seattle Washington and have been a regular attendant at several others but I'll take my hat off to Charlies' kind of Christianity any day. | I have been a member of some eight different churches Congregational & Presbyterian, scattered from Elyria to Texas and Seattle Washington and have been a regular attendant at several others but I'll take my hat off to Charlies' kind of Christianity any day. | ||
Charlie used to come home for a visit nearly every year. One time just after we had moved to East | |||
Charlie used to come home for a visit nearly every year. One time just after we had moved to East Avenue house he bawled Marian out because she had brought back from Battle Creek Mich. the notion that breakfasts were superflous. He said "Feed the Kids" | |||
When he came home there was no use trying to meet the train. He always jumped off at the last crossing and would beat the meeters home. | |||
I remember when but a small lad he made fun of the way I held my bread & butter. He rolled his hands together and asked why I didn't do that to the bread. | I remember when but a small lad he made fun of the way I held my bread & butter. He rolled his hands together and asked why I didn't do that to the bread. | ||
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I have been a member of some eight different churches Congregational & Presbyterian, scattered from Elyria to Texas and Seattle Washington and have been a regular attendant at several others but I'll take my hat off to Charlies' kind of Christianity any day.
Charlie used to come home for a visit nearly every year. One time just after we had moved to East Avenue house he bawled Marian out because she had brought back from Battle Creek Mich. the notion that breakfasts were superflous. He said "Feed the Kids"
When he came home there was no use trying to meet the train. He always jumped off at the last crossing and would beat the meeters home.
I remember when but a small lad he made fun of the way I held my bread & butter. He rolled his hands together and asked why I didn't do that to the bread.