Thanks to Cousin Brandi for making this. |
Long before Grandma and Ken moved to American Fork I remember that church.
First when I was real young realizing it was not a Mormon Church, and wondering what kind of heathens went there.
Later as a preteen I had gone to services with Grandma in Port Orchard, WA. I was jealous, because I knew they had real grape juice, in little glass cups, not warm water in funny tasting papery cups for sacrament.
I knew the basement smelled of coffee and cookies!
I would walk by that church on my way to the library, always fascinated by who went there. Who was brave enough to be a Non-Mormon in Utah.
As a Teen I sat across the street and watched a film crew, they were making a silly little film. Footloose.
When Granny and Ken moved to Utah I finally found out what kind of folks went to that Church. The best kind of folks!
Sadly the only time I went inside was for her Memorial service.
Monday is also The Teenagers Grandsons high school Graduation
Wait.... I know he is Sarahs little boy, but...... |
But Chad looks so grown up. |
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