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I used to have to sit beside Mother and Dad on the other side. If I got restless through the sermon, which I always did,Mother would pinch me on the arm or the leg next to her.it would hurt leave a red mark so I would be quiet for a while, but those Methodist sermons did go on and on!
posted by
Kabu
on January 22, 2026 at 7:03 PM
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posted by
Amanda__
on January 22, 2026 at 7:01 PM
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The only flavor my dad ever got.....terrible!
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TAPS.
on January 22, 2026 at 3:02 PM
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What flavor did it have? I would not have disobeyed either. When I lived in Northern Michigan there was a small church like you described but missing a potbelly stove. It had such a comforting aura, very spiritual!
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sam444
on January 22, 2026 at 1:08 PM
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