My Big Brother and Me part 2

In 1950 we moved to Elk Run Heights just outside Waterloo, Iowa. Waterloo had a baseball team, the Waterloo White Hawks, a farm club of the White Sox. We loved baseball. That year the baseball club came up with a solution to a problem they’d had for years. Kids would line up along the fence surrounding the ball field to watch through the knot holes, probably making new ‘knot holes’ just so they could watch the game. In 1950 they advertised t-shirts that read across the back, KNOT HOLER! Mother bought each of us one. Richard and I, especially, loved to go to the games and as long as we wore our t-shirts we got in free!

One game night we had a dilemma…it was Wednesday evening. We always went to church on Wednesday evening. In fact, we went to church twice on Sunday and to every Wednesday evening  prayer meeting. We never missed. Oh boy, this evening Richard and I really wanted to go to the ballgame. We begged and coaxed.  Mother finally agreed but…we had to go to prayer meeting first and each give a testimony! We agreed. For some unknown reason prayer meeting was held in a home that evening instead of at the church. Harvey and Minnie Nichols were hosting the service. They happened to live in the same direction as the stadium! We arrived on time. First we sang some hymns, then Bro. Nichols, prayed. Oh, it was the longest prayer!!! Finally it was time for testimonies. Richard jumped to his feet  and declared his love for Jesus, I immediately followed him with “I love the Lord with all my heart!” Then we politely excused ourselves and went to the ballgame! I don’t remember who won the game but it was an evening I’ve never forgotten!

In my seventh year of school and Richard’s 11th year he went to South Dakota to Wessington Springs Jr College and High School. Then someone graciously paid Lorraine’s way to also attend the same school. Our life at home changed dramatically with only Billy and myself at home with Mother. Dad was traveling most of the time as an evangelist. This picture is Richard and Lorraine, brother and sister, who became great friends while away at school!Richard & Lorraine

The school year went by quickly and in August we moved to Des Moines, Iowa. Dad had been appointed pastor of First Free Methodist Church. Lorraine returned to South Dakota to school but Richard stayed home with us in Des Moines. He had decided to join the Army.

I’ll never forget the night before he was to leave early the next morning. My bedroom was right next to his. I wanted to go to him to tell him good-bye, I wanted to give him a hug. I wanted him to know I loved him, I would miss him and I’d be praying for him. Our family wasn’t a demonstrative family. We never hugged or said I love you. But that night I wanted to so badly. The Korean War was going on and I didn’t know what that would mean for him. I tossed and turned all night but I didn’t go to him. I just couldn’t risk being rejected by my big brother. It seems ridiculous now but that was then.

Richard was stationed at Camp Gordon, Augusta, Georgia for his entire three years! Mother and Dad and Billy and I took a trip down to Georgia for his basic training graduation. I was so proud of him. I was a teenager now and he told me some of the guys were asking him who the pretty young girl was with his family. He said he told them I was his sister and they’d better not bother me! Then he gave me some big-brotherly advise about guys and how I should be careful! This was the first of a few big brother talks he gave me through my teen years… Scan_Pic0168

In the army Richard became a radio communications instructor; got married; had a son… Life goes on but life is not always fair. The marriage didn’t last but his son did! Richard Anthony Williamson, my nephew!

I remember the day like it was yesterday. Richard had come home to seek counsel from Dad and Mother. I didn’t know he was coming. I walked through the living room, Richard was sitting on the sofa. We looked at each other…his eyes looked wild! What was wrong? Later Mother explained to me what was happening. I was heart broken for Richard. I cried, sobbed, cried some more; praying all the while. Divorce! How could this be happening to my wonderful big brother?

Richard had graduated from De Vry Technical Institute in Chicago.

I was a freshman at Wessington Springs Jr College. Richard returned to begin his college career. It was very nice for me to have my big brother so close. We didn’t spend a lot of time together but just knowing he was near was a comfort to me.

The summer of 1958 I met Jerry and we fell in love! So I decided to transfer to Spring Arbor College in Michigan. We were married the next summer. Richard was an usher in our wedding. This picture is our family: Bill, Richard, little Christine, Lorraine, me, Jerry, Mother and Dad. Dad married us. Bill and Richard were ushers, Christine was flower girl, Lorraine was matron of honor, I was the bride!Lorraine 010

Then Richard married again. He and his new wife moved to Spring Arbor so he could go back to school. We got together several different times. We had three children by then, Pammy, Teddy and Timmy. They had a son, Andy.

Richard is a good actor and while he was attending Spring Arbor College he played the part of Silas Marner in the play of the same name. Jerry and I drove down to see the play and were so impressed. Richard was an excellent actor.

From the time I was very young I knew Richard was going to be a pastor. I don’t know how I knew, I just knew. While they were living in Spring Arbor Richard began to feel this call. They moved to Iowa where he became pastor of the Knoxville, Iowa Free Methodist Church. A baby girl was born to them, Susan Diane. We went to visit them while they were living there.

Then they moved to Walla Walla, Washington where he pastored the Free Methodist Church. He also worked with teens who needed help. It led him to write a short book, El Shaddi.

While living there Richard also completed his college work and graduated from Walla Walla College in ‘69 with a degree in English and a minor in Religion. I was very proud of him.

Another move was made, this time to Golden, Colorado where he pastored the Free Methodist Church. The conference superintendent was our own father, Glen Williamson. We went to visit them and had the wonderful, unforgettable experience of going to The Flying W Ranch. We enjoyed it as much as all our children, Pammy, Teddy, Andy, Timmy and Susan.

But trouble was brewing again and again there was a divorce. My heart was saddened again for my big brother. As I prayed for him I questioned God, “Why, Lord? Why?”

This divorce, of course, meant the end of his pastoral ministry in the Free Methodist Church. I was saddened. He was a good pastor.

He continued living in Colorado, moving to Greeley. He had several jobs, he was successful at every job he had! A printing shop, The Pony Express. He headed up a ministry for troubled boys. He managed a home for senior citizens. He always left the job a better position then when he started with it.

I mentioned before that he was a good actor. The Hollywood movie Centennial was being made. Richard tried out as an extra and got the job! He was a minister in one scene and…

Then he met Cookie. They married and a year later Heidi Ann was born!

He still acted in plays. He was often the leading man.

Richard began attending the Methodist Church in Greeley, often filling in when the pastor was gone. Then he was hired as Pastor. 17 years over 3 different times.

Richard loves old radios and has collected and repaired them for years. He also has had a radio program “Oldies” for 22 years! At present he’s on The Pirate Radio station in Greeley, Colorado every Sunday evening, 5:30 to 11:30 PM. He plays music from the 40’s and 50’s and old programs like Fibber Magee and Molly, Inner Sanctum, Jack Benny, and so many more.

Richard is a busy man at 84 years of age! He just had a birthday! He’s a husband, grandfather, and great grandfather! He also makes up cross word puzzles and other word puzzles for the Greeley News!

I’m very proud of my big brother! There is a lot more I could have written but I didn’t. I wish we lived closer but we don’t. I’m thankful for telephones and internet and mail. Today it’s very easy to stay in touch. I love you, Richard!

My Big Brother and Me

My big brother, Richard Glen, is four years older than I am. He’s just older enough for me to have always looked up to him. He’s always been there for me. 2414_1029994670148_9430_n

My very first recollection was when I was about three or four years old. We lived in a house that didn’t have enough bedrooms! So Richard and I shared a bedroom. I went to sleep every night knowing my big brother was in a bed near by and I felt safe!

When we were kids, back in the 40’s, he had a tall stack of comic books! He was very possessive of them. We, my sister, Lorraine, younger brother, Billy and I couldn’t just pick up a comic book and start reading. Oh no, we had to ask permission to read one! Then we had to put it back on the pile when we finished! I’m sure our mother appreciated the fact that Richard’s comic books were never just laying around waiting to be picked up!kids 1947 (2)  I was just seven years old, and he, 11, called with a gruff voice, “Anita!”

Oh no, what did I do now?

“See my comic books?” he asked sternly.

I nodded, searching through my mind, had I sneaked one to read lately? I don’t think so…I couldn’t remember…

“Well, pick out which ever one you want to read!” he ordered with a friendly grin! “But…take care of it and put it back when you’re done!” OH, okay, I could do that!

Richard was very responsible. From the time he was in sixth grade he always had a job! Covington, Oklahoma: sweeping the floor of the newspaper print shop and recycling lead free linotype cymbals! East Peoria, Illinois: an early morning paper route. Waterloo, Iowa: a grocery store carrying groceries and stocking shelves.

One year for Christmas Dad and Mother gave Richard a new, used Schwinn bicycle. He was so excited. It was bright red, it didn’t really matter that it didn’t have fenders. But, because Richard worked and made a little money, he was able to buy new fenders. Shiny chrome fenders!

One day, some boys after school, were picking on him, trying to pull his bike away from him! I saw them and was horrified! They couldn’t do that to my big brother! I ran toward the boys. When I reached them I started hitting and kicking, yelling all the while, “Leave my brother alone! Get away from him, That’s his bike!”

I don’t remember how it turned out. I do remember the reprimanding I got from Richard, later at home. He told me he could fight his own battles, and I was never, under any circumstances, ever to fight for him again!

When we moved to East Peoria, Illinois in 1948 Richard again went to work! This time he was hired as a paperboy delivering the early morning paper! He had to get up very early every morning! I got up early a couple of times to go on his route with him. It wasn’t even light out, but he was faithful and his customers appreciated him. I felt proud making the rounds with him. I should have gone with him more often…but it was soooo hard to get up soooo early!

Richard, teenagerRichard had a dark room where he developed pictures from our Kodak brownie cameras! He patiently explained the whole process to me. I was impressed! He was so intelligent!

But Richard had a problem. He stuttered. He just recently told me how he overcame this embarrassing, uncontrollable problem. We moved often which meant new schools, new friends, new jobs, new church, etc. During our childhood we never lived in a house longer than three years! It was hard on all of us kids but it was our life. It was hardest on Richard though because of his stuttering. Some letters were harder to say then others. He could hardly get out the letter R, so he took the nickname, Dick, although he’s always been Richard to Mother and me.

But Richard had a teacher in East Peoria who recognized his problem of stuttering because she’d had the problem when she was a girl and a teacher helped her overcome it. She talked to Richard about it and offered to help him, if he would let her.

Thankfully, he did let her and what a difference she made for him!  No more stuttering after a few months of working with her. He ended up with an A in English. Later in life he became an actor, preacher, radio announcer, etc.!

Continued as part 2.

 

 

 

Happy Birthday, Bill

Happy Birthday, Bill! OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA

It’s a bitter-sweet day for us. Seventy-three years ago today both you and Mother weren’t expected to live. You weighed 2 pounds, 9 ounces. Both of you lived! Two years ago today, on your 71st birthday, Mother died at 7:00 AM. ?????????????????????????????????????????????????????  This picture was taken at her 99-year birthday party in March 2013!

She was 99 1/2 years old when she died! I was with her, having stayed with her overnight. When I called to tell you she was gone…you told me you had expected her to die on your birthday! Somehow you had expected this for about a week! So you took the news very graciously.

I’m wishing a good day for you today.

Heavenly Father, thank You for Bill. Bless him today on his birthday. Please touch him, both physically and spiritually. Keep him safe and well. He’s a husband, father, grandfather, brother, uncle, cousin,  friend, and neighbor. I love Bill so much and You love him even more!

The Wedding – Ty and Re Buck

Here is the wedding of my handsome grandson, Tyler, and his lovely bride, Rebecca. This makes Rebecca my new granddaughter-in-law! I have two granddaughter’s in-law now! I’m so glad I got to be there for the wedding! Ty & RE  It was beautiful!

Getting ready for the wedding is perfection! Jessica, mother of the groom!  Jessica dressed for a wedding      A special hair-do!    Jessica's Hair Rob and Jessica. Rob & Jessica  Haleigh and Elmise, sisters of the groom! Haleigh & Elmise   Armon and me! Armon is a brother of the groom and I’m a grandma of the groom!  Grandma & Armon

Sometimes the waiting is so hard! Waiting  But it’s worth it in the end!  Parker, a brother of the groom, sitting patiently, waiting…Parker waiting

The church was beautiful. The long aisle was also beautiful!  Wedding Ty & Rebecca  Tree twigs, gathered by Rob, Jessica, and Armon, and spray painted white, in tall vases, lined the aisle, covered with a white runner and flower petals strewn all along the way!  As a surprise to Ty and everyone else, instead of Rebecca walking down the aisle to the traditional wedding march, the theme from Lord of The Rings, was played! It’s their favorite and was requested by Rebecca!

Ty & RE  She’s been given to Ty, by her father, and the ceremony begins! Ty & Re We did it!  Oh, look! They did it! Ty and Re are married!   Here they come into the reception! 100_5876 100_5878  100_5880 Tyler and Rebecca, first dance, as a married couple!  100_5882 Father, daughter dance.  100_5883  Mother, son dance. 100_5872  Enjoying the reception: Christy, Megan and Cameron.  100_5873  Armon and Parker, brothers of the groom, but technically, not brothers of each other! Hmmm, interesting! Best friends!

The wedding cake! Perfect for the TyReBuck theme! 100_5871   Buck TyRe    Away they go, being showered wth flower petals, on the way! Ty & Re being flowered I love you, Ty and Re Buck!

Prime Time News

Several of us, women, were sitting around a picnic table at the lake, talking about some of our needs. We were all in our sixties and some in their fifties. We had just enjoyed a fabulous pig roast! So we were full and ready to just sit and visit. “What do you think about a newsletter for our age group?” someone asked. “That way we could keep informed about each other!” Well, it sounded like a good idea. But who would write it…who would have time to write it? My friend, Joan, suddenly stood up, pointed her finger at me and said, “Anita, you should be the one to write it!”

“What?” I was sort of in shock! I was also flattered! I love to write, but I’d never thought of writing a newsletter! I didn’t even know how!

I was up all night, that night, composing my first newsletter! I typed and deleted, typed and deleted…Finally, I was sort of happy with it! I finished in time to print it out and then took it to our church that morning to show Joan. She was surprised and happy! I had written about the pig roast and posted pictures as the main feature. I had a section of prayer requests. I included some scripture. There were announcements of upcoming events. “Yes, that’s it!” she exclaimed! “I knew you could do it!”

That was in September of 2007. I’ve been writing the newsletter, every other week, ever since! OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA Prime Time News is the name of it. It’s a publication for folks 50 years and older. The feature folks seem to like best is one I call, Getting to Know You… I interview folks about their lives and then write-up their life story. I took the title from the old song, “Getting to know you, getting to know all about you…”

My good friend, Joan Schloemann, is now supervising my work from her home in heaven. She died a couple of years ago while waiting for a new liver. I miss her so…

But the newsletter goes on. Here are some interesting statistics: It’s bi-weekly; 45 copies are printed; 65 copies are e-mailed; eight copies are snail-mailed to shut-in folks!

More statistics: 61 couples and/or singles have been interviewed and featured in Getting To Know You… Of those nine folks have died; eight have moved away; seven have transferred to other churches in our town; two couples are now divorced and have moved on.

Besides the Getting To Know You…feature, there are other important events featured. Page two is reserved for prayer requests and praises.  Also on age two is a feature called The Beauty of God’s Creation… Nature photos taken by my photographer friend, Harold Klassen, is a feature everyone loves.  There are notices, such as deaths, births and graduations of grandchildren and others; our three pastors rotate writing a column: A Word From Pastor… Other important and interesting news items are featured such as birthdays and anniversaries. And actually…lots more!

My older brother, Richard Williamson, a writer, has helped me immensely with the newsletter. It wouldn’t be what it is today without his help! A friend, Wilma Kasten, is the proofreader.

So now you know what keeps me busy! Once in a while I get some feedback. The most common feedback is when I’ve made a mistake or when someone doesn’t like what I’ve written! But once in a while I get a good comment about how much the newsletter is appreciated!

Jerry and I both feel this is work the Lord has given to me. It came out of the blue and it came when I wasn’t doing other work, such as teaching a class or other time-consuming work. Jerry is my biggest supporter and advisor!

My Dad Part III

A Kessel moving van moved our families belongings from Des Moines, Iowa to Covington, Oklahoma. The truck driver’s wife was with him. A slogan was written on the truck: DON’T CUSS, CALL US! These are my memories of that move. It was a big adventure! The year was 1946. I was seven years old.

The house Dad had purchased for our family was a small two bedroom house! We were a family of six! But a good-sized porch, with a roof, went across the entire front of the house.    Dad’s plan was to enclose one-half of the porch and make a third bedroom for the boys to share, which he did.

The next big challenge for my parents came the day they enrolled three of us in school. In Des Moines, students were enrolled in January and September. We had, each, already had one semester of our grades. So, we either had to skip a semester or take a semester over! After discussing it, Dad and Mother, decided we should take a semester over. I was in second grade. It was a bit of a disappointment to us, children, especially for my sister, Lorraine. She was an A student. Then Dad and Mother had another dilemma. School books had to be purchased! They had no money left after this big move and I’m sure, buying groceries! I remember our family standing outside the school. My parents didn’t know what to do. They’d never heard of buying school books! A new friend, a man from our new church, Mr. Kegan, saw us and seemed to pick up on our situation. He walked over and handed my dad the money needed to purchase our school books! He was a friend, indeed!

Dad had a full slate of revival meetings lined up. He traveled the U.S. and Canada holding two-week revivals. When he came home for a few days of family time it was an exciting time for all of us. I have a story, posted on, Anita’s Adventures, at mylife-experieces.blogspot.com of one of his homecomings. It’s titled: What More Could Any Little Girl Want?  (the word, experiences, is misspelled)

Dad always brought a present home for each of us. I remember getting a monkey bank. When I put a coin in the slot, the monkey would tip his hat! Another time he brought me a small clock, resembling an antique clock. I treasured his gifts.

The four of us children in Covington. Richard, Anita, Billy, Lorraine. kids 1947

“Someday, when the kids are grown, I’m going to take you around the world!” I can still hear Dad saying this to  Mother.  These were difficult years for Mother. Money was scarce, she had all the responsibility of us children and keeping our family life going.

In 1947, Dad and Mother wanted to take a trip, with the family, back to Iowa, over Christmas vacation. It had been a year and a half since moving to Oklahoma. There just wasn’t enough money for a family of six to travel to Iowa. Dad, wherever he was holding a revival, and Mother at home, were both praying about it. They were both discouraged.

One morning a knock was heard on the door of the parsonage where Dad was staying. The woman, at the door, asked to speak with Rev. Glen Williamson. The pastor’s wife knocked on the guest room door, telling Dad to come to the living room. When he met the woman visitor, she told him the Lord had spoken to her, in the night. He told her that Glen Williamson had a need. She wasn’t able to go back to sleep until she promised to take cash to him in the morning. Surprised, he took the envelope from her and thanked her. After she left, Dad went to his room and opened the envelope. Inside were five 20 dollar bills! What an answer to prayer! This was just what they needed. In 1947, $100 was a huge amount of money!

We went by train to Waterloo, Iowa. Mother had her hands full traveling such a distance with four very active children. I think Dad must have met us there, I don’t remember him traveling with us. We had a wonderful visit with family and friends in Iowa and returned home to Covington. This was our last time to be with Grandma Williamson, Dad’s mother, in Manchester, Iowa. She died in the fall of 1948.

In the summer of 1948, a devastating tornado went through Oklahoma. It completely wiped out the town of Woodward. Covington got the tail winds of that tornado and even that was bad. I remember it well. Dad was gone. Mother had walked to town to the grocery store. The four of us children were at home. Our neighbor, Mrs. Powell, came running in telling us to get under the beds. Then she ran home to her own children. We were afraid for Mother and were praying for God to protect her. Suddenly she came running into the house and joined us in the bedroom. It was such a relief to have her with us, but we were all still scared and she joined us in praying.

We heard a loud crash! When the storm was over, we carefully left the bedroom to investigate. The living room windows were gone! The glass was outside! Our house had created a vacuum and sucked the windows out! Glass was everywhere in our yard! We also lost some siding off the house. But we were safe.

That did it. Dad was so worried about our family. When a church was offered to him in East Peoria, Illinois, he accepted the pastorate.

To be continued…

 

 

 

 

 

My Dad…

My dad was almost 96 years old. In fact, his birthday was December 22. My older brother, Richard, and I were visiting Mother and Dad, who lived in Washington. Richard lived in Colorado and I lived in Michigan. My sister, Lorraine, was living in Washington, but because she was with them most days, had taken a few days off while we were there. My younger brother, Bill, living in California, was not there.

Richard and I were staying together in a cottage on the adjoining campground to the senior community Mother and Dad were a part of. Dad was now in the nursing home, Mother lived in their apartment in Independent Living. Sunday morning I decided to go visit with Dad before going to church with Mother and Richard. I walked to the nursing home and went right to Dad’s room. He was sitting in a wheelchair and was so glad to see me. We visited briefly. He was so alert! I suddenly asked if he’d like to go home to see Mother. Oh yes, he’d love to. I pushed him in his wheelchair down the halls to their apartment. Mother was so surprised to see us when we went through the door!

Dad loved being back in their apartment and looked it all over. He was so alert! It was kind of like arriving home after being on a long trip! I called Richard at the cottage and suggested he come right over so we could all visit together. What a wonderful morning we had! We looked at all the Christmas cards they had received, it was quite a stack! Dad knew each person or family and talked about what good friends they had been over the years. We skipped church that morning, but we had a wonderful time of sweet fellowship. God was there!

We took Dad back to the nursing home at noon so he could eat his dinner and we went to eat with Mother. We promised him we’d be back after dinner. We all went back to his room anticipating another good visit.

What happened? Did he know we were there? He wasn’t the same. Did he even know us? We stayed all afternoon, trying to make him comfortable.

We left at suppertime. Mother went back to the nursing home to sit with Dad but Richard and I went to our cottage. It had been a long day. About 9:00 PM I got a phone call from Mother…Dad was gone… December 18, 2005.

Here’s a review of my Dad’s life. He was born, the youngest of seven children, on a farm in Iowa. Scan_Pic0108

Scan_Pic0254  This picture of Dad is a very typical picture of him in his retirement years! Even though he was getting older, he managed to make the switch from a typewriter to a computer! By the way, he typed with two fingers! He spent hours writing stories, articles, books! He had 13 books published! Of course, they weren’t all after he retired. He loved writing. Dad and Mother traveled all over the world researching for books he authored. Most of them were historical biographies.

Dad 45  This picture of Dad is probably from the fifties.  Dad was a pastor, evangelist, writer, chef. He was also an editor, superintendent, traveler, student and author.

??????????????????????????????????  Dad had a bright future ahead of him back in 1928. He graduated from high school and that fall was a freshman at Coe College in Cedar Rapids, Iowa. He was going to become a lawyer! He loved debating on the college debate team. Then in 1929, the bottom fell out of the financial world in America. Dad, along with most college students became a dropout.

He managed to get a job as a cook’s helper in a hotel kitchen. Scan_Pic0103 That’s Dad in the forefront. Tony Parrish, the chef, is behind him.

Tony Parrish became Dad’s uncle a few years later when Dad married my mother, Corina Aanas. Tony’s wife, Pauline Reinartson Parrish, was my mother’s aunt. Mother and Dad met when Larry Reinartson, Pauline’s brother, took her for a ride on his Indian Chief motorcycle and stopped at the hotel where he also worked as a cook’s helper! My dad was working his shift and stepped outside on a break, to chat with his friend, Larry. Larry introduced Glen to Corina and the rest is history! ???????????????????????????????  They were married November 30, 1933.

It was Thanksgiving Day, a good day to get married! Glen (Dad) began going through the phone book trying to find a pastor who would be willing to marry them that day! Finally, one answered…Rev. Mark Shockey, pastor of the Waterloo, Iowa Free Methodist Church. They had never heard of that church or that man before, but he was willing to marry them if they came soon. He was going hunting so they’d better hurry!

My dad advanced at work and became a chef! But times were tough. They moved often, wherever a cooking job was available. Three children were born to them in five years. Richard in 1934 in Cedar Rapids, Lorraine in 1936 in Clinton, Anita in 1938, back in Waterloo. Yes, times were tough. Drinking and smoking were taking up too much of the meager salary Dad was making.

One day, as Dad was reading the newspaper, he decided to check out the pastor of the Free Methodist Church. He wondered if it was the same pastor as the one who married them. No, Pastor Shockey had moved. A new pastor was there now, Rev. E. W. Walls.

Dad suddenly saw a picture of some friends of his from a few years past! J.K. French and Oscar Leper.  They were singers and would be singing in the Free Methodist Church! He laughed! What were they doing singing in a church? When they were all single, these two friends sang in bars! My dad would go into a bar where they were singing, throw a fifty cent piece into a cup…as bait! Other people would follow suit! Then they’d go to another bar. Before entering the guys would hand my dad the fifty cent piece, he’d wait outside until he heard them singing, then he’d go in and throw the fifty cent piece in again! What were they doing singing in a church!?

To be continued…