Early Japanese Cars
1969 Subaru Van
Dad, next to last:
My dad loved Sunday School. I think he loved kids because his childhood had been tough. His promotion of Sunday School knew no bounds. I remember (before it was considered pollution), he had a pilot take him up in a small plane and then threw thousands of circulars out inviting everyone, especially kids to church.
He gave away prizes to kids for attending. He gave away ‘ducks, chickens, candy, rabbits and on other occasions a pony, then a car. The VW Beetle was the only foreign car we southerners knew, but he found an English Ford, and gave it away at a drawing for attending Sunday School.
I remember once he rented a Wrecker and a wrecked car. He had banners made saying something like, “God can get you out of any wreck or ditch you find yourself in.” They drove it around all day in our town.
Daddy took some friendly kidding (and some not so friendly) at his ideas. When our church was running about 120 in SS Dad had a special day and gave away the pony. 850+ people attended, blocking traffic in our small community. Later I remember hearing a minister ask Dad, “Hey BF, how many of those 850 continued?” Daddy put on a sullen, sad face, “Our average only went up about 75 in attendance,” then he smiled and asked, “By the way, how is your church doing?”
I never heard my parents ‘talk bad about anyone in our church.’ But I remember one talk I heard (eavesdropping) between daddy and a young evangelist during a revival. Over coffee that evening, “Son, if that is the only type of sermons you have, I will pay you the week’s salary, but I will finish this revival. We had some new people here tonight and all you did was take shots at how they dressed and the make-up the ladies were wearing. We will never see those folks again, and I won’t blame them. These people are mill workers. They work hard, they do not deserve to be beat over the head, this is a REVIVAL, a time for encouragement. Some of those people went on to the 3rd shift and are working as we sit here. Think about it and let me know in the morning.”
What I overheard I did not know until much later the good advice my dad gave that young preacher.
My Dad, considered his members, his family and part of the Family of God.
Yes, he was the best man I ever knew, and I miss him and his wisdom.
THE FARMER ALLOWS WALKERS TO CROSS THE FIELD FOR FREE, BUT THE BULL CHARGES.
Sherry and I actually read one like this in Vermont while hiking the AT.
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