Sunday February 25, 2007

 

 

Sunday School Class – Winter Banquet 

 

Delicious punch – served by Ira – awaited us when we arrived at the church fellowship hall last night.

 

The committee did an awesome job of decorating the tables…

 

…and creating a relaxing atmosphere.

 

Charles, Caleb, and Marlin visit until the meal is ready.

 

Aubrey Grace’s dad, Jon, is one of our teachers.

 

Aubrey and her mom, Keri

 

Carole and Dean – Country Home Catering – provided the delicious meal

 

 

 

 

After looking at the pictures, I realized I forgot to take a picture of our table!

 

 

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Sam – one of our pastors – was the Master of Ceremonies for the evening. 

Because our class members are retired or close to it – our theme was

“More Memories than Dreams!”

 

Each couple had to answer a question listed on the evening’s program. 

Glenn and Bernice (notice the branch in her hand) were asked to talk about their most embarrassing dating memory.

Bernice’s mom had done a lot of baking, and I expect ran out of storage space, so placed a chocolate cake on the floor in an area where she didn’t expect anyone to go.  Glenn did not notice it and stepped on it!

 

This Praying Mantis cocoon was attached to the greenery on Glenn and Bernice’s table.  Bernice thought maybe no one noticed, but Ruthclaude, the one who decorated the tables, did notice it and decided to leave it there to see if any of the table guests found it.

 

 Jim, another one of our pastors, and his wife Faye, were the couple married the longest.  They were asked to give the rest of us some advice.  He said, “Follow Henry Ford’s advice, ‘Stick to one model.’ ” 

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Cerwin and I were asked to share a memory from our honeymoon.  We had a fairly uneventful and wonderful honeymoon, so the best we could come up with was, “Our most expensive motel cost $8.00!”

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What fun to go down memory lane!  One question brought back a memory I had almost forgotten. 

How many remember when the Pennsylvania Turnpike was built?  We lived nearby (and still do), so sometimes, on a nice Sunday afternoon, Daddy and I would walk the half mile or so to see what was happening.  I was a little girl, and treasured the time with my Dad.