The beginning

The year was 1974; my parents had been married for a year and a half and already had one child. They lived in a small town in Missouri. I was born about halfway through this year in the “big city” of Springfield. I was the first female on my Dad’s side of the family to be born since my Great-Grandpa’s generation; I guess you could say I was a little spoiled especially by my Great-Grandpa. My parents met at one of the Christian colleges a few years earlier. Dad had a very brief marriage before marrying Mom, but his first wife was unfaithful so they were married for less than a year. When Dad and Mom decided to get married they had a hard time finding a preacher to marry them, I sometimes wonder if it was also partly due to Mom already being pregnant. Eventually they found a minister who would perform the ceremony; my brother was born six months later. I'm not sure on the dates, but at some point from the time my parents started college and the time we moved to Florida we attended a Baptist church cult. The preacher was Frederick A. Drummond; the church was called Galilean Baptist Church. One of these days I'll put a full history up on this guy. I don’t obviously have memories of that first year, but I do have some stories I’d like to share that have been told about that time. Dad and Mom ran one of the country stores where we lived, Mom would take me to work with here and I’d sleep under the counter in a milk crate. At night they would put me to sleep in a dresser drawer, I was so tiny. That is how 1974 was for my family.