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….