CARTHAGE, MO AND MEMPHIS, TN
I have been pondering how I can communicate to each of you the culture adjustment we have been going through over the past few weeks.
As residents of California for nearly thirty-eight years, transplants from the Midwest, I am beginning to realize we have experienced a gradual mindset change. The world has certainly changed in our lifetime, i.e. morals, worship styles, religious tolerance, political standards, economic standards, entertainment expectations, and racial positions, but I began to think that every place in this country was like California.
Recently Glen and I visited Precious Moments Park. We attended the Fountain of the Angels program in which Christian music, pictures, and positions are presented with no apology. I looked around, wondering how many people would get up and walk out or if we would meet protesters as we walked out. Not a person moved. We visited the Precious Moments Chapel which is filled with stained glass pictures depicting stories of the Old and New Testament, and spotted no dissenters.
We had the joy of meeting a tour guide who stated her husband had
died ten years earlier and that she and her husband had become friends
with Sam Butcher, the creator of Precious Moments figurines. As we
introduced ourselves to Joette, she shared that the book, Roses In
December had been of great comfort to her. That always makes me feel
good to know that little book just keeps on truckin'.
The memorabilia that wasn't good enough to sell in the antique store became a piece of decor for the back room. In front was a very make shift stage. A piece of muslin rigged to a pulley served as a curtain. Nothing matched, including the performers outfits. When the curtain was pulled back, our applause welcomed the performers, The Tri-County Connection, and an hour or so later,
The Black Mountain Boys, two hours of great blue grass and gospel
music....all for $5. Once again, the thing that impressed me was that
each group included Christian music and no one seemed to mind; in fact,
they seemed to appreciate it and even to expect it. The musicians were
there, not for the huge salaries; we calculated they possibly earned $25
each, but they were there because they loved to sing. We are learning to
enjoy a much simpler life in many ways.
Elvis wasn't home, but we went in any way. What fun! The tour is much
improved since my last visit with hand held recorders so that each
visitor can walk through at their own pace.
I saw many barges, but Tom's raft never came by. The next day our friends Vicki and Wally Swanson joined us as we visited the Mud Island River walk, a scale model of the Mississippi River from Minnesota to the Gulf. Then we had lunch on Beale Street.
Wednesday we visited the National Civil Rights Museum and guess what
we saw? A picketer, protesting the Civil Rights Museum!!!
author of Roses In December
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