We were Christians- in the generic white person in America way. (as in "if you're a white person in America, you must be a Christian" era). We went to Sunday school when we lived in town. Mostly the Baptist Church in Kettle Falls.
My
Grandma Williams belonged to a "holy roller" church. When Donna and I were little, she took us to
church and had us up at the altar
praying for our sinner parents. This was
the last time Mama let her take us to church in Colville. I do remember
visiting her in Kent, WA when I was about ten.
On Sunday morning, she gave me a couple of hankies because it would be a
"two-handkerchief" service. After the first hymn, the minister got up
and started ranting and raving, jumping up and down- wrestling with the devil. I
burst into giggles and stuffed the handkerchief in my mouth to stifle the
laughter. Grandma thought I was in the throes of the holy spirit. It definitely
was a "two-handkerchief" sermon for me!
