Besides camping, another pivotal event happened the year I was 12 years old.
A Minister, filling in at one of the Southern Baptist Churches, had a sudden heart attack and died, leaving his wife and 4 children stuck in Danville.
I can’t remember all the details about how they ended up in Temple Terrrace. However one of the sons was about a year older than me.
My Mother felt it was her Christian duty that we should be friends. Besides, she always felt badly for any woman without a husband. She could not imagine a worse fate.
This guy turned out to be one of my best friends and one of the pivotal relationships in may life.
I thank my Mother for that.
But I’m going to save the rest of this for the book!
Which I am writing concurrently to this blog….