Refections on Father's Day in the Deep South: Where I grew up in the 60's and 70's we went to Church on Father's Day. And we went to Church from morning to night, at least the Southern Baptists did. We began with the Men's prayer breakfast at the crack of dawn. I would be invited as a teen boy. This was followed by Sunday School. During worship, which back then was called preaching, the sermon theme would remind the Dad's to be good Fathers and the Children to be good sons and daughters. Morning Church would be followed by a huge Sunday dinner at home. We never and I mean never went out! After lunch was a car ride in the country, usually to look at my Father's small farm. And then, My Lord, it was time for Church again. Training Union was the Sunday night version of morning Sunday School. Then another worship service. ( Some said that Sunday night Church was for slow learners!) But it was after Sunday night Church that the FUN with my Father began. And that is really what this post is about. The most fun I had with my father growing up. Stay tuned.

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