![]() The ladies didn’t want them mixed in with the regular food on the wagon. They carried out a special table from the Sunday school rooms to hold the desserts. If the tea didn’t, the dessert table might. We had real lemonade with lemons and ice tea so sweet it’s a wonder it didn’t cause a sugar shortage. That way you have some place to set your drink. But I liked it better standing around the wagon with the other kids. Some folks sat down under the tent the funeral home brought out and sat up for us. We put the food on one of them and folks stood around the other one and ate. Hardy pulled wagons right up into the middle of the churchyard. Sometimes it’s hot, but we can handle the heat even if it does make the icing on the cakes extra sticky and the jello salads melt a little. I don’t think I ever remember it raining on Homecoming Day. I guess the prayer warriors go to work for Homecoming weather. ![]() Thank goodness, or as Miss Sally would say thank the Lord, we had great weather last Sunday. That means plenty for everybody and their brother. The church ladies cook enough for three congregations. What’s that? You’ve never been to a dinner on the grounds at a country church like ours? Then, let me tell you, you’ve missed out. That means it’s Homecoming time at church and all the women in the church try to outdo one another with what they bring for the potluck dinner on the grounds. Jocie Brooke here reporting from Hollyhill.
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