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| THE OLE CHURCH Robert H. Gilbert, Jr. May 12, 2002 |
| I was driving home this afternoon and I began thinking about my hometown. It has been 7 years since I been back, so I am sure a lot of thing have changed. Don’t know why I was thinking about my hometown so much lately. I stopped at the mail box before pulling in the driveway to see how many bills I had gotten. I went into the house and sat down at the table and was looking at the bills when I noticed a letter from an old friend by the name of Billy Mitchell. Wow! What a coincidence. I began to read his letter and he told me of a reunion of old church members that was going to take place the weekend of July 4th, and this month was May. He gave me his phone number and said to call him and let him know if I could make it. I called Billy and we talked for a long time about the good ole days. He said, “ There’s going to be a lot of your old friends that’s going to be there, they all will be happy to see you”. |
| As time dragged bye I was getting geared up for seeing my old friends again. I called the Airport and scheduled a flight out of Alaska for Georgia, (although I hate to fly), I only had 2 days off. Luckily, I got a non-stop flight. I got to the airport at Atlanta, got a rent a car and drove down to Macon. I had booked a room at the Holiday Inn and I was ready for some sleep, but I knew I had to call Billy and let him know I was here. |
| Sunday morning I drove down the street where my family and I had lived as I was growing up. As I drove, they were many empty lots where houses once stood. I began to recall the names of the folks that lived in those houses. There was Mitchell‘s, Smith’s, Jones, Rushmore’s, Letterman’s. Many other names that I don’t recall. Wow! It had been a long time since coming home again. |
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