Your Favorite Memories of the 1940s

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Originally Posted by Brother Strange

No. Genuinely serious.

Once, in the early 1960s, I was doing my usual interrogating of my mother of Apostolic meetings way back in the 1930s and before. She made quite a remarkable statement that I've never forgotten since it was such a vast contrast to the 1960s.

She said in those days that the heaven was so close to the earth that it was almost impossible to raise your hands upward to praise the Lord without the power of God literally knocking you down to the sawdust covered ground. There, very often men and women were taken out in visions and into scenery that was too wonderful to tell, though they tried.

A great change seem to be underway in the 1940s that has continued on to this day. I can remember very well how differently Apostolic worship was in those days compared to the junkin' and jivin' that goes on today in the name of Apostolic worship. Greaaaaat difference. But, I confess, I luv it too. But, the difference is noted.

Excellent post, Brother Strange. This is the part that I want to revisit.

Originally Posted by Pressing-On

It was an innocent day. I just was thinking of Tom Sawyer when I read your post. lol!

I just want to know how you managed to make it home - naked as a jaybird - without being seen by anyone other than your companions at at large? lol!

I figger he went from bush to barn to bar ditch!

Originally Posted by Beard

yep, Brother Strange always sang in the key of F....that is 1 flat.

There is my ol' and truest friend. The greatest Organ player that I know. A bible teacher without an equal.

His body language always let me know that it was indeed ONE FLAT.

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Originally Posted by philjones

I figger he went from bush to barn to bar ditch!

Well, the way he worded it, it sorta sounded like they just strutted right down main street. LOL!

Originally Posted by Pressing-On

It was an innocent day. I just was thinking of Tom Sawyer when I read your post. lol!

I just want to know how you managed to make it home - naked as a jaybird - without being seen by anyone other than your companions at at large? lol!

We didn't care.

We were more ticked than embarassed. Like I said, people's minds were in a different frame in those days.

We only had a "one holer." My uncle had a lot of children, he had a "three holer." Can you imagine today that you are sitting on the comode taking care of business and one or two more come in to do the same? You would say, "Y'all come on in."

Can you imagine that. One of you might say to the one sitting on the hole on the opposite end, "Mind kicking a few of those cobs over here?"

He might say, "No need, here are a few more pages of the old Sears and Roebuck catalog left," as he passes it down to you.

Aaaaah, those were the days....so innocent, so pure, so different by comparison.

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Originally Posted by Brother Strange

We didn't care.

We were more ticked than embarassed. Like I said, people's minds were in a different frame in those days.

We only had a "one holer." My uncle had a lot of children, he had a "three holer." Can you imagine today that you are sitting on the comode taking care of business and one or two more come in to do the same? You would say, "Y'all come on in."

Can you imagine that. One of you might say to the one sitting on the hole on the opposite end, "Mind kicking a few of those cobs over here?"

He might say, "No need, here are a few more pages of the old Sears and Roebuck catalog left," as he passes it down to you.

Aaaaah, those were the days....so innocent, so pure, so different by comparison.

I guess it gives us more reason to make Heaven. I don't think we can even conceive Adam and Eve being naked and not being aware.

Originally Posted by Trouvere

They are credited with starting may South La works and winning alot of souls.

That is correct.

Her name was really Maude.

Bro. Robert LaFleur would play the "French Harp," and dance around as he played it. When he moved, it seemed like he moved all of heaven and earth too. I remember him so well. Later, he became the pastor at Oakdale, La.

Originally Posted by Subdued

How did it differ?

It would be utterly impossible to explain. It would almost be as the Missionary from Sweeden to Siam in the early 1800s holding the King of Siam spell bound with stories of his counry, which the king believed. He then told the King of Siam how that once a year all the rivers and lakes turned as hard as rock and that you could walk on it as could horses and carriages, that fishermen would have to cut holes into it to catch fish.

"NOW YOU ARE A LIAR," exclaimed the King as he ordered the European from his sight.

It would be impossible to explain this to you, Subdued, undless you actually lived it.

Originally Posted by Pressing-On

Well, the way he worded it, it sorta sounded like they just strutted right down main street. LOL!

We lived on the farm. Yes, we just strutted right along on the dirt road on a hot summer day...fussin' and a cussin, blaming each other for not protecting the clothes.

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Originally Posted by Brother Strange

We lived on the farm. Yes, we just strutted right along on the dirt road on a hot summer day...fussin' and a cussin, blaming each other for not protecting the clothes.

I thought so!