|Farm Fresh Memories|
|BRO. TO — THE FLAT ROCK GENERAL STORE REGULARS, GOD’S KINGDOM!!! IF I WERE IN CHARGE—I’ED…|
It was Thursday and the clock was directed t’ward straight high noon when I walked through the old double-front doors of The Flat Rock General Store. There seemed to be a full crowd gathered for lunch eatin’ purposes. Bro. had the floor and was a passin’ out flyers ‘bout a full Thanksgivin’ eatin’ down to the Baptist Church. This eatin’/Thanksgivin’ program is always on the Tuesday night shy of Thanksgivin’ so as to not hold up any other Bible believin’ services or local folks’ personal gatherin’ time with their own individual families at Thanksgivin’.
Bro. was a hittin’toward near preachin’ level tone/mode—as he offered up how short numbers had been down to the Baptist Church for the past two years of Thanksgivin’ services. He further commented that if he were in charge of "God’s Kingdom" he’d.… Here’s where he started and dropped the total concise load on all those folk a holdin’ for lunch eatin’ and/or restin’ purposes in the rear of The Store ‘round the ole-potbellied heater.
Slim offered a full head nod of approval, just as Bro. took a double breath and set down on a feed sack over to the rear corner of The Store. "Hatch," followin’ a standin’ double-shoulder shrug, hand removed personally my Daddy "Pop" C.C.’s hat and commenced to passin‘ it around toward the full gatherin’ of Store Regulars and all the other lunch eatin’ folk a holdin present in the rear of The Store. The widow Cora took aim personal with her own words at "Hatch" for funnin’ at Bro. about the seriousness of Bro’s near preachin’ words ‘bout "God’s Kingdom," Thanksgivin’, family blessins’ and life especial cause of near terrible economical times, doubled with shootin’ up gas prices and even shortages in places, plus war and terrorist threats, and so on. Ms. Ida hadn’t hardly looked up as she sat over near the end of the counter, and then she offered up her words in a short poem ‘bout the lunch day happins’ down to The Store.
I would take you, you and you too...
I would probably write a new book
I would require preachers to work a full week
Make husbands submissive to their wives
As for T.V. evangelist, I would require
But, you know what? It is not up to me
‘Round ‘bout this point a thunderous rain shower commest to a fallin’ on the old tin top of The Store causin’ near all those folk gathered for noon lunch to begin’ scurrin’ toward afternoon duties and obligations.
Bro. noted in a more toneful voice directed toward all those scurrin’ away to pray for world peace and be mindful of daily, God-given "Simple Blessings" at Thanksgivin’ and all year long.
Have a blessed Thanksgivin’…
Joe Potter is a former vocational agriculture teacher, FFA advisor and retired county agent (Colbert County).