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My grandparents introduced me to the bible, and they took me to church. The
children sat in the main church with the adults but remained silent. After
each sermon, we would walk home. My grandmother would prepare Sunday
dinner.

After we ate my grandfather would continue the sermon breaking it down into
our lives and explain how it applied or could be applied to us individually. I

do not recall a single Sunday that I regretted going to church, hearing the
sermon, eating dinner as a family, and listening to my grandfather make sense
of what the preacher had taught us that day.

I recall going to church, being baptized and following the rules set down by
my grandparents. We were not allowed to dance, listen to music other than

church songs, play cards, or associate with non-church going people - except
the hobos.

I know there is a heaven. Grandma and I prayed together, every night; “Our

Father in heaven …”.