Sunday Dinner, the 100's, & Brother and Sister

Coincidences! Yesterday I was thinking about a 100 years, funny that I also received a comment from Cricket. We met her in Maine at the beginning of the 100 mile wilderness. The comment was for a post back in the summer. Cricket was a young lady who was hiking the Appalachian Trail alone. We met her along with two of the hikers she had met on the trail, one day at The Monsoon General Store, Monsoon, Maine.

The next day (was a Sunday) we were trying to locate a church but located hikers first. WE drove a couple up to begin the 100 mile wilderness the last stretch of wild country before the climb of Mt. Katahdin the Northern terminus of the Appalachian Trail, and returned to Monsoon, only to find Cricket hitch hiking back to the trail. So we skipped church and took her to the beginning of the 100 mile wilderness. Tough gal, she hiked the full 2167 miles in less than six months, alone. I doubt if she looks back at the blog. I have no way to contact her, but if you do Cricket, thanks for the chance to meet such a fine tough young lady.

(This is Cricket as she heads into the 100 mile wilderness. She has hiked over 2050 miles at this point alone!, one tough lady!)

Living in a parsonage as a kid was interesting and at times a lot of fun. Honestly what I remember most was playing after church with the kids from the church. Tag, hide and seek, kick the can or just talking. We could do this while all the grownups visited and talked. No one had to rush home to see some program, most folks didn’t have a TV.

But the best time was after church on Sunday. Sometime I would go home with another boy and eat dinner (lunch) at his house or farm. Then we would play all Sunday afternoon, until church that night. (Yeah, I wondered that too, why did I need so much church?) I think I was a regular at some folk’s house. I think the Pages thought they had taken me to raise. Jim and Bub were about my age I had a lot of fun. Their dad, Brother Page, could pick a guitar and sing some great songs, but he could also sing some comedy ones. (The main attraction? they had a horse!)
Notice I said ‘Brother Page’ Our church had a bunch of people whose first name was Brother or Sister. LOL.
Back tomorrow, thanks for coming this way!
Nite Shipslog
PS: Now I play….some of these games!
******Sag, you're It.
*****Hide and go pee.
********20 questions shouted into your good ear.
****** (I might play) Kick the bucket