How many times have I heard the expression "the good old days" and wondered exactly what my parents were talking about since they were the ones usually making the comment! After all, Mama grew up needing to walk to an outhouse for bathroom purposes, Granny cooked on a stove that needed real wood and every piece of clothing had to be hand sewn! Tell me what's good about all that?
However, as I continue to age and the years roll by I find myself reflecting on the days of my youth and what is quickly becoming "the good old days" for me and my peers. Growing up in a rural area in Virginia, we didn't have kids shipped in for play dates. In fact, you'd better like your neighbors because they were your play dates! We ran around barefoot and played basketball in the back yard and dribbled the ball on a piece of ground where we'd worn the grass off. Yes, we had to run after the ball quite often since it would bounce off a rock or some other obstacle in the yard and the rim was just that...a rim attached to pole!
Honestly, we didn't know any better. We were a close neighborhood and we knew everyone who lived around us. But the most fun I had was going to church. My family and several other families started a church when I was 13 years old. We eventually bought a piece of land and a ground breaking occurred that started a ministry that continues to this day. There were tent revivals, a bus ministry, homecomings with dinner on the grounds, youth events, VBS and more memories than I can count.
We sang out of a Baptist hymnal and our voices were raised in praises three times a week. Yep, Sunday morning, Sunday night and Wednesday night prayer meeting. We even gathered on Thursday nights for visitation to invite people in the surrounding areas to come and give our church a try. It was a great time in Lynchburg, Virginia, and I truly do miss those days.
The reason I go into detail is due to last Sunday when Gary and I visited a church in Florida that honestly turned back the clock for me. The congregation was small, the church tinier than our first building back in my youth, and lots of people the ages of my mom and dad. They were dressed in their finest church attire and greeted one another like they hadn't seen each other for months. The choir consisted of about ten people and there was a piano on the left front side of the church and an organ on the right side....just like in days gone by!
But what I enjoyed most was the singing from the old Baptist hymn book! I didn't even realize I missed those familiar songs. I think it was due to the fact I could hear my Daddy belting out each tune and Mama attempting to...it's okay about Mama's voice....she's knows it! Of course, the pastor's message and reading from the King James version of the Bible was cool along with ending the service with reading a list of prayer requests and mentioning a wedding shower to be held that afternoon. It was all so good, so memorable and made me think...wow, those were the "good old days"!
God bless you each and every one...may the Lord bring you remembrances of days gone by and some of your favorite memories.