Much of my early life revolved around the Myrtle Methodist Church which, but for the sign out front, looked then just as it did in this 2015 photograph.
Warren Black Jr. “I … felt privileged to hang out with Warren despite our age difference. Warren let me ride my bicycle with him on his paper route, and as an actual Boy Scout who had lived in Ripley, he taught (or tried to teach) me some survival skills.” Page 117.
“Indeed, revival time was the time, or so it seemed to me, for joining the church, and in 1962, when the idea was brought up to me, I decided to go forward and join the church at the climactic Friday night meeting, the most usual time for such commitments. I still have my Certificate of Church Membership.” Page 125.