tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7183443756693022861.post2266216019161703392..comments2023-10-30T02:36:43.398-07:00Comments on Pragmatic Existentialist: Rogers Heights Christian Church 1946-2007, Part 2Triciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01594485925128113102noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7183443756693022861.post-22819007836033195092008-08-27T07:03:00.000-07:002008-08-27T07:03:00.000-07:00Judi,I remember a lot of disapproval of baptizing ...Judi,<BR/>I remember a lot of disapproval of baptizing children before they were twelve. I also remember "promoting' myself to the age I would become in the summer as soon as school is out. I don't think children look at age as adults do. In my mind, I was "twelve" and old enough to be baptized long before I was actually marginally old enough in my parents eyes. So probably you were 13 in your mind when chronologically you were 11. Or something like that.<BR/><BR/>I'd love to look at some of the entries in that directory. There are names I can't remember, but would like to.<BR/><BR/>I really am glad to get to know you again after all these years, even if it is in cyberspace.Triciahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01594485925128113102noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7183443756693022861.post-75337552714647243882008-08-21T22:25:00.000-07:002008-08-21T22:25:00.000-07:00Tricia, there's a lot to be said for researching b...Tricia, there's a lot to be said for researching before writing, and my imperfect memories have just proven that. This morning I had some time so I dug out my girlhood diaries. Seems I wasn't baptized in 1956 at all, but on Mother's Day (May 9, I think) of 1954. I was only 11 and a bit over three months old. I have told myself so many times that I was 13 that I learned to believe it. There was another detail I hadn't remembered correctly. I knew my baptism was in the afternoon at East Side CC, but my diary tells me that my parents and I went to Sunday School with my grandmother in Sapulpa that morning, something I have no memory of at all. So maybe this clears up the discrepancy. I'll update my blog entry to correct the date. Yes, I was baptized by JR Johnson and you were baptized by Lloyd Lambert. I never did have a copy of that cookbook--mother wasn't active in CWF And for some reason we never had one. I do have an old directory, I think, in a box in the basement. I'll see what else I can dig up. Thanks for making me go back and set the record straight.judihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11508591953635697730noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7183443756693022861.post-91582487394133733402008-08-18T10:16:00.000-07:002008-08-18T10:16:00.000-07:00Judi,Yes, I do remeber Sunday night services. I t...Judi,<BR/>Yes, I do remeber Sunday night services. I think Earnestine Keely was one of the babysitters, but I can't remember if she was the one when we acted up so much. Of course acting up then and acting up now are very different.<BR/><BR/>I think that after two years of being told "no" I did a little slight of hand. "Let me go to the Pastor's Class this winter because I'll be twelve this summer and I WILL join then." So the decission to let me go ahead and be baptized with the class just sort of slipped by. I would have joined the first Sunday aftr my 12th birthday, and by then they knew that, but we spent that summer in Denver, due to my father's work. I think they knew we wouldn't be in Tulsa when I turned 12 and that was a factor. But as I said, everyone makes that committment -- and it is enormous--when they are ready. I think now I didn't realise how big a committment it was and maybe should have thought it over a little more carefully. We all have twenty-twenty hindsight.<BR/><BR/>The cook book says that Lloyd Lambert became minister after I was baptized, but before you were. However, I feel sure that he baptized me, so I don't know. J.R. might have come back for some reason, too. I just don't know. <BR/><BR/>I've written that blog all but my number one favorite, but it is so enormous, it's hard to know where to start.Triciahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01594485925128113102noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7183443756693022861.post-92127863173708233302008-08-15T21:34:00.000-07:002008-08-15T21:34:00.000-07:00Tricia, glad to see your part II. I think the woma...Tricia, glad to see your part II. I think the woman who commented on the Tulsa World article, Ernestine Keely Woodcock, must have been the daughter of Ernest Keeley. He always led the singing, especially at the Sunday night services (remember those?) and at those evangelistic meetings we would have the week before Easter. If my memory serves me right, of course.<BR/><BR/>Also, I am sure I was in that pastor's class that you were in, but I remember opting out of being baptized that year. I think I wrote about it in a diary I still have. I'll look it up. And I seem to remember my baptismal certificate was signed by JR Johnson, not Lloyd Lambert, but if your dates are correct (no reason to doubt them) then that is impossible. I'll have to look it all up and get back to you. Meanwhile, I'm looking forward to your upcoming post on music. "Christ the Lord is Risen Today" is on my all time top 10 favorite list.judihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11508591953635697730noreply@blogger.com