Camp Meeting. The very mention of the phrase inspires memories of a time long gone by. It’s hard to believe it has been half a century since people spent a week tenting with other families from their churches. Morning chapel under the arbor, Bible school for the kids, swimming in the pool under the waterfall, and meals cooked over a camp fire capped each night with vespers under the stars.
Life really was so much simpler back in those days. Most families had only one car. Neighbors often carpooled to church, the grocery store, work and school. Gas was ten cents a gallon, if that, and you could fill your gas tank for the $3 that won’t buy a full gallon of petrol today.
A lot of families either had no telephone or were on a party line with several of their neighbors. Because my father was a pharmacist, we had a private telephone, but we still had to go through the operator to make a call. Mother reminds me that I became quite the social butterfly via the telephone lines. I can remember picking up the phone and asking the operator to connect me to various people in town. For the life of her, my mother could not imagine how I had learned to use the phone. She always was a wonderful teacher. I just watched and learned…
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