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On our way to find the old church, we spotted a bakery called the Sticky Bun. It was fate - we had to go in. The pastries were huge and quite delicious.
When we got to the church, it was obvious that the old church house had been replaced with a new building. We had no way of knowing which house on the block might be the old parsonage, either. There were a few cars in the church parking lot and I didn't want to interrupt anything, but Chris opened the door and went in. She found the minister in his office just off the foyer, and I reluctantly followed her in when I heard them talking. He took us to a hallway where some old framed pictures hung, thinking perhaps that one of the photos might be helpful.
The elders of the church were having a board meeting and heard voices. One popped his head out and then another. The board meeting was put on hold while we visited with two elderly men who had been there sixty years ago when my husband had lived there. They would have been young men at the time, and remembered his father, but not my husband. The parsonage was now next door, but they pointed out the old parsonage down the street.
I never would have been bold enough to do what we did. Sometimes it is handy to have a sister who doesn't know a stranger. We were able to bring home pictures of my husband's old house in Coweta, as well as his grade school and several other buildings he remembered. Thanks to Chris's sociability, we even found people who remembered his old girl friend. He had jokingly told me that if I ran into Bonny Kay, to say hi, so Chris mentioned her name on several occasions. As it turned out Cheryl had known her, and we also met an elderly lady whose daughter and Bonny Kay had been best friends. After sixty years, it was rather amazing.
After walking through the old neighborhood taking pictures, we shopped a little along Broadway, the old downtown business district, and bought some things at a thrift store and a little boutique before walking back to the B&B to rest a while. Neither of us was very hungry after our indulgence at the Sticky Bun so we skipped lunch. After an afternoon of hand and foot, scrabble, and a movie DVD, we went to supper at another restaurant that our host recommended, the Split Rail. They served me so much barbecued brisket that I saved some for sandwiches.
Cheryl and Sandy, her husband, stopped by that evening to settle up with us and to bring our breakfast for the next morning. We had said that a light breakfast was all we wanted before we left, and I guess they felt secure enough to let us lock up and leave the key whenever we were ready to go. We talked for quite a while. Sandy had brought along his GPS gadget and some written material about Geocaching. He left it there for us to play with before we left the next day. He even offered to take us Geocaching in the morning, but we declined his generous offer.
We watched another movie before we went up to our room that night. It was one that Chris had brought along, An Unfinished Life. It was nearly midnight before we were in bed -- the last night of our vacation. Next Page