Here is kind of a sad picture. These are strays that evidently live in this road side park. The picnic
tables were made in the late 30's. Looks like they might last another 50 years! They don't make them like *this* anymore.....seems like things built today are made to break and be replaced, and Americans are glad to do so.
This was sad, too. Makes me think this woman had a skip in her step and twinkle in her eye right up to her death.
Even MORE sad. Makes me think of English...........sad, sadder, saddest.
I love old doors and the chippy paint.
Wednesday before church, this is where we ate. It was just your run of the mill TEX-MEX eatery.
I liked their window!
We drove through two or three little cities looking for a church that was OPEN on a Wednesday evening for services. We found a church with a young pastor........their church had been vandalized that morning. I must say, he had a pretty good spirit and attitude about the whole messed up deal. When we got out of the truck, an older man came right up to us and introduced himself and showed us inside. Later on, he jumped right over to where we were sitting to pray with us in our little *group* like everybunny else was doing. He gave us perfect attention and care. It was very nice. I think I shall call him Brother Helpful.
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I'm hoping to do better when it comes to greeting strangers into *our* church from now on. Brother Helpful's attention toward us really made an impression on me!