Old and good times

I had a bit of a family emergency this last week, so I went back home to Mississippi for a few days.  And even though things were kinda screwed up, I managed to go out to the old church I attended from 4 years old to my middle school years.  Brings back a lot of memories from much simpler days.  From “dinner on the grounds” to getting baptized in a river by my father (he was the preacher) to throwing rocks at bats that lived in the bell tower and came out at dusk.

Here’s a picture of Holmesville Baptist Church.

I took some other pictures as well and will try to post them soon.

Mikey