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Church-Part 12

8 Jan

SUNDAY MEMORIES

Judy Wills

I’m going to digress a bit from “church” here – and yet, it is all related.  As I’ve mentioned in previous musings, church was a very real part of my life…ALL my life.  I have vague memories of our church in Dallas, Texas (First Baptist Church),

Credit to Google Search and FBC Dallas website

but just snippets – smells (Pine-Sol), 

Credit Google Search

the checker-board floor tiles (black and white), 

Credit Pixabay

and Miss Bertha, the nursery lady who would take me on her lap and read a story.

Scanned from the front of her book

But since we moved to Albuquerque when I was not quite four years old, my main memories of “church” was our church in Albuquerque (First Baptist Church, on the corner on Broadway and Central Avenue, also known as U.S. Route 66).  I literally “grew up” in that church.  I have fond memories of the friends I made there – some I still am in contact with.

Photo credit First Baptist Church, Albuquerque Google search

But in this particular posting, I would like to tell about a camp that both my brother, Bill, and I attended each summer when we were old enough to attend.  If you remember, my father was the New Mexico Sunday School Secretary for the Southern Baptists – that’s why we were in Albuquerque.  All of the “heads” of different departments of Southern Baptist life in New Mexico were headquartered in an office building in Albuquerque.

The Baptist Building – 1954 – main entrance

The Ministry Heads – 1954 – Daddy is on the left, standing

One of those departments was the Women’s Missionary Union (WMU).  That lady was Miss Eva Inlow.  Miss Inlow’s father had started a camp in the mountains East of Albuquerque, for young people (teenagers) from all over the state, and it was called Inlow Youth Camp.  I remember looking forward to going to Inlow Youth Camp each and every summer when I was old enough.  I don’t remember that Bill and I ever attended at the same time.  I suspect the camps were geared to specific age groups at different weeks.

I googled Inlow Youth Camp and this is what came up:

Credit Google Search and Inlow Baptist Camp website

Inlow Baptist Camp, started in 1941, is nestled in the beautiful Manzano Mountains of central New Mexico. Inlow is a rustic retreat from the distractions of everyday life. The woodsy surroundings offer a beautiful place to worship, fellowship, relax and learn. Summer at Inlow is a pleasant atmosphere for youth camps and family camping. Fall, winter, and spring each have a different flavor for church retreats, youth camps, staff training, picnics and meetings. Inlow is a ministry of the Baptist Convention of New Mexico.

I’m glad to see that it is still in operation, and has expanded it’s ministry.

We slept in cabins, on bunks.  I’m sure they had showers, but I don’t remember them.  I do remember quite well the latrines – outhouses with four or five “holes”.  A funny memory for sure, and none too pleasant when we had to clean them!  There was a “store” where we could purchase snacks if we had the money for them – we had a “bank account” set up by our parents with whatever cash they wanted us to have.  There was a dining hall.  But my biggest memory was the chapel or church building.  We had church services there every day, and Bible study times there.  We had counselors to lead those times, as well as to be shoulders to cry on, and watch over us in the cabins.

There were all kinds of outdoor activities to be held there, as well.  I remember running a race around the campground – and probably coming in last…I wasn’t a very fast runner!

But it was a wonderful time in my life.  Here is a picture of a group of us sitting by our church, waiting for our ride to camp.  I’m not in this picture, but I loved all these kids.

And here are more pictures of our time at Inlow Youth Camp:

Two of my best friends

That’s me…and my best friend

Some of the boys – not all from our church

Some of the girls and counselors

~~~~~~~~~~To Be Continued~~~~~~~~~~

Judy is living in Central Florida with her retired U.S. Air Force husband of 50+ years. Born in Dallas, Texas, she grew up in the Southwestern United States.She met her husband at their church, where he was attending the university in her town. After college and seminary, he entered the Air Force, and their adventures began.They lived in eight of our United States, and spent six years in Europe, where their oldest daughter was born. She was a stay-at-home mom for many years .

  Judy has always been involved with music, both playing the piano and singing. Always interested in exercise, she was an aerobic dancing instructor, as well as a piano teacher for many years, and continues to faithfully exercise at home.

After moving to Central Florida, she served as a church secretary for nearly nine years.Her main hobby at this point in time is scanning pictures and 35mm slides into the computer. She also enjoys scrapbooking.She and her husband have two married daughters and four grandchildren, including grandtwins as well as a great-grandson and a great-granddaughter. She and her husband enjoy the Disney parks as often as possible.

I Love Church

19 Aug

SUNDAY MEMORIES

Judy Wills

 

 

I have been going to church all my life – literally!  My father was in a church-related vocation, and my mother worked in a church office – that’s how they met.  And so, I began attending church when I was just a few weeks old.

I have some vague memory-flashes of that first church in Dallas.  I remember the smell of Pinesol;

 

Credit Google search and Pine-Sol website

 

I remember a floor that was black-and-white squares, checker boarded;

 

Credit Google Search and BlogBeen

 

 

I remember sitting on Miss Bertha’s lap as she read Bible stories to the children.

 

 

 

But that’s about all I remember.  Of course, I wasn’t quite four years old when we moved to Albuquerque, New Mexico.  We remained in the Albuquerque church all the rest of my life, until Fred and I married and moved away.  So that’s where most of my memories lie.

 


First Baptist Church, Albuquerque
credit Google Search

 

Fred (my husband of 57+ years) tells of also attending church from a very early age.  I believe he says he received a “perfect attendance” pin for Sunday School when he was 13 months old.  His father, at that time, was pastor of a church.

 

 

So it comes as no surprise that Fred and I met in church.  Well, more or less met in church.   (Please see my posts of October 5, 2014 – How We Met – Part 1; October 12, 2014 – How We Met – Part 2; October 19, 2014 – How We Met – part 3)  It was all church-related, in any case.

I remember the Sunday School teachers I had – some good, some not-so-good – but all gave it their best.  I only remember one pastor while there.  He and his family lived not too far from our house, and his youngest daughter and I became fast friends.  We spent a lot of time together.

After Fred and I married, wherever we moved to (either through work or the Air Force), the second thing we did was look for a church home.  The first thing was to find a place to live.  When we lived in California one year, we joined a church because they “needed” us.  We quickly discovered that God had not intended us to be members there.  But we stuck out the year, knowing it was only going to be one year before we headed to Germany.  After that, when we looked for a church home, we would tell those who visited us that, “it’s not that we didn’t feel God’s presence there – we just don’t feel that church is where God wants us to serve.”  And we wouldn’t stop until we found the church where we DID feel that God wanted us to serve.  It’s so much easier to do when you know you are in God’s will!

I must tell you about one experience we had in our present church.  I was church secretary and Fred was the administrator.  We really loved our pastor – he was a wonderful man to work with, and was a great preacher.

 

 

One Sunday morning, during the sermon, I remember him making the statement he had just turned 50.  He then said, “I guess that makes Laura [his wife] 50 as well.” Then, from the back of the sanctuary, came a VERY LOUD… “NOOOOOOO!!!” from Laura.  John ducked his head, and with a grin said, “I guess not.”  Brought the house down!  Laughter all around.

I’m so glad God gave us laughter!  I believe Jesus Himself laughed at times.  Can you imagine a small child on His knee, and Jesus laughing at something the child said or did?  I can.  And all the while, that laughter can bring us closer to His word.

 

 

Rejoice in the Lord always. I will say it again: Rejoice!

Philippians 4:4

Then my soul will rejoice in the Lord and delight in his salvation.

Psalm 35:9

JUDYJudy is living in Central Florida with her retired U.S. Air Force husband of 50+ years.
Born in Dallas, Texas, she grew up in the Southwestern United States.
She met her husband at their church, where he was attending the university in her town. After college and seminary, he entered the Air Force, and their adventures began.
They lived in eight of our United States, and spent six years in Europe, where their oldest daughter was born.
Judy has always been involved with music, both playing the piano and singing.
She was a stay-at-home mom for many years.
Always interested in exercise, she was an aerobic dancing instructor, as well as a piano teacher for many years, and continues to faithfully exercise at home.
After moving to Central Florida, she served as a church secretary for nearly nine years.
Her main hobby at this point in time is scanning pictures and 35mm slides into the computer.
She also enjoys scrapbooking.
She and her husband have two married daughters and four grandchildren, including grandtwins.
She and her husband enjoy the Disney parks as often as possible.
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