[ Miracles abounded in the spring, which btw, was evident because the flowering trees on the island separating traffic on 36th Street bloomed. Pink. For a week. Then we were back to summer weather. But the students were spring-restless, just as I had been in Ohio during the spring. [photo source: © BrokenSphere / Wikimedia Commons.] I was doubly so, knowing I had a job and a new life waiting for me in Ohio. The drawback was telling people I wouldn’t be back next year, which was hard for many of us. Three of the high school teachers left that year, as did the principal; that was hard for the students. I didn’t have a plan for getting myself and my stuff—no longer able to fit it all into the back seat of my car—to Ohio. But God is the God of surprises, so my college roommate called and asked to come for a visit. We’d kept in loose touch, though I hadn’t seen her since we’d graduated. I was to have been a bridesmaid in her early fall wedding that year, but I canceled after I took the job in Florida, even though I already had the dress and shoes. I knew she had a young son, but she agreed to fly down for a few days and help drive the U-Haul to Ohio. Alicia had already left for her summer job at the camp where her parents worked, but Jennie (who had found another place to live after Hurricane David came through) came over the night before I left. My roomie was going out with a friend from high school who lived in the area, so I was especially glad for Jennie’s company. I loved that house, and it was hard to leave, though the small U-Haul was packed. Finally, we were on the road early the next morning, putting miles between myself and a place where I’d done some serious growing up, leaving behind people and places I loved.
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Baptist GirlI was a conservative Baptist girl who grew up to become a career Christian, working first in a Baptist school and then in a Baptist college. For about three decades, it was very good until it wasn’t, and I had to leave. But the Baptists formed me. This is my homage to the good times and good people of the world I left, finally, at forty-three, when I became an Episcopalian. These are my memories; others might disagree with my recollections. So be it. Archives
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