Ready to leave Tennessee but first my last story!

You see the van hooked up all the embilical cords disconnected, ready to go, but first my story.

George Coleman invited us out to his house the last morning for breakfast and volunteered his beautiful wife Donna to cook for us. She did and fed us like royalty. If you are into Gospel singing you would know her and her family. They are the ‘Singing Branhams’. They have a beautiful estate, parked in the yard are several large vehicles. There are two buses for the singing group and equipment and a motor home. Of course they have room for them as you can see in the pictures.

Donna, Sherry and good ole' George!

(Donna and George seem to be very happy, We are glad for them)

Looking at the estate you would not believe the price, I won’t quote it, but they got a steal and put a lot of work into this place. Donna actually did most of the restoring herself.
We were entertained by a couple videos of the group’s engagements. I don’t hear as most folks know, but I could tell by the response of the audience they were good, I was even clapping and keeping rhythm like I was there live.

Donna related some stunts George done during her pregnancy, but made him tell me this one:
The church used to be big on fellowship meetings. George got to one of the meetings late down in Georgia, and squeezed into a pew next to the aisle. During the service out of the corner of his eye he caught sight of a young man, obviously inebriated, carrying an open bottle in a paper bag. Slowly staggering down toward the front.

George had just returned from overseas, a strong sergeant. He saw no one else was going to prevent a scene so he easily muscled the young ‘drunk’ to the foyer and started giving him a lecture, finally the young man said meekly, “Sir, I am part of tonight’s program!”
George said, “I tried my best to stand there without crying and I told him, ‘Son, you are doing a good job, keep it up!’”

Boy, did I get a kick out of that. Because I was part of a trio in Biloxi, Mississippi with George once, we were two of the wisemen visiting Jesus. We were singing ‘We Three Kings’, when it came to my part, I started singing, "Myrrh is mine (at that time my mind went blank) I started singing da-d-da-da-d-da. All the way to the end, I could not make myself shut up."

I have never lived that down. NOW George’s stunt was much better than mine with a much bigger audience!!!! Thanks George I’ll never forget you, you go boy!! And thanks Donna!

You believe that Fred??? After 50 years, PAYBACK!

Tomorrow I will continue with travel, these are the last impressive, important folks that NOW KNOW ME!!!

Nite Shipslog
PS:
A reporter did a human-interest piece on the Texas Rangers. The reporter recognized the Colt Model 1911 the Ranger was carrying and asked him 'Why do you carry a 45?' The Ranger responded, 'Because they don't make a 46.'