Back in Sweet Home

Last night we rolled into my parents’ driveway in Florence, Alabama, with our two grandchildren awake in the back seat–after an eight-hour drive.  Usually when we arrive, the house is full of kinfolks.  Since I have four younger sisters, three here in town and one just over an hour away, it’s not unusual for Mama and Dad to have at least some of them here.  Sure enough there were several cars in the driveway, but no one was here but Daddy.

We’re here for a reunion of friends who attended the church where Daddy preached in the late sixties and early seventies.  On Sunday, we are meeting at the campus of Heritage University for worship then “dinner on the grounds.”  We’ve been posting pictures on Facebook for months now.  Someone shared an OLD church directory from about 1968, and I have also  found all my old boxes of clippings.  (I’ve always cut out newspaper articles and pictures).  I’ve kept the scanner hot.

If I ever wonder about the positive effects of the internet and the technology it makes available, I can certainly see how much easier it has been to reconnect with friends and to share great memories.  Now I’m ready to start posting our new pictures for those who couldn’t make there way here for the weekend.