2019: 52 Ancestors in 52 Weeks
Week 17 (April 22 – 28) At Worship
I “first” joined Amy Johnson Crow’s 52 Ancestors in 52 Weeks on its “first” year in 2014… and what a whirlwind year that was… writing, editing and researching daily for 365 days! As much as I wanted to continue the following year, I found that I didn’t have the time to continue another year with that type of research… although I did continue blogging and writing stories at my own pace, which allowed me to write on other topics as well as family stories when ideas came my way… but I’ve often missed it. The first year were no specific weekly prompts like today… but I’m taking a different spin on them. There will be some posts on a specific ancestor, but most will be memories that spring from those prompts. Head over to 2014 52 Ancestors in 52 Weeks to read about my ancestors in the first years challenge.
If you’re new to genealogy, make your “first” stop to Amy’s website for genealogy ideas or even join in on this 52 Week challenge… you learn by doing… not procrastinating! There is no right or wrong… anything you do is a start!
Siloam Baptist Church
Siloam Baptist Church in Siloam, Georgia
This is the church my grandparents, Edgar & Ola (Askew) McKinley attended. My mother remembers her father taking her to church when she was small… she has memories of a woman pinching her cheeks there… and how she hated it! Granddaddy was a man who believed in God, but didn’t believe he had to sit in church to prove it… and unless someone was forcing him to go, he did his praying behind the mule every day in the field.
Perry Methodist Church… Perry, Georgia
This is how the Perry Methodist Church looks today… and how I remember it!
My parents were never the type to attend church “every” Sunday… I’m thinking they probably only went if I was involved in an event. Mama tells me that I attended nursery school at the Baptist church in Union Point. This was where she said I embarrassed her when I sang a little song that granddaddy taught me…
“I had a little dog named Jack, and I tied him to the railroad tracks… along came a train and went toot toot… and little Jack went poot poot!”
My parents moved their letter to the Baptist church in Perry when we relocated there, but I didn’t want to be baptized a Baptist… typical teenager… wanting to be where the crowd was… at the Methodist Church.
After attending the Methodist Youth Fellowship in Perry, I had asked to be baptized there… as all my friends seemed to be Methodists. I’m not sure if they had a Baptist BYF or not… maybe that’s why all my friends were Methodists. Every Sunday evening was filled with teenagers for MYF… but I don’t have many memories of attending church on Sunday mornings. My parents eventually moved their church letter to the Methodist church.
Mama often talks about God today… but she’s never been one to sit in a church pew. Her thoughts are more that God is everywhere, not just listening when you sit in church on Sunday; she feels that she is closer to him when working in her garden.
First Baptist Church, Union Point, Georgia
My grandparents, Paul & Evelyn (Little) Bryan attended church here… possibly even meeting there at a church dance… as it was said that’s how they met. I went to nursery school here before moving to Perry.
Stay tuned for Week 18… Road Trip!
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