Yet another memory was when I filled my grandfather's car wi

Yet another memory was when I filled my grandfather’s car with gasoline – from the water tap. He was so mad. I was just doing what I had seen a bunch of adults do. It was a lot of work to purge the system of the water. I’d hate to have to do it. And at that time, ruining a tank of gas was quite expensive. I am lucky I survived.

Before we moved to ‘the north end’ – as it was called, we attended Calvary Baptist Church pastored by Brother Brelin…how do I remember that name? I mostly recall the nursery.