Before I get to deep into the LavyKids stories, let me tell you about three memories. In the 70's and 80's, I was privileged to teach in a small Christian school, Tabernacle Christian School(TCS). Not every memory from there is pleasant, but that is not what this is about.
One day while at school, I called my mother for some reason. In those days, we had a party line (three or four neighbors having the same phone line is probably the best way to describe it). When I called her, the phone somehow rang at our next-door neighbor, Margaret's house at the same time as it did at our house. Both Margaret and Mother said hello at the same time. I spoke with Mother for a minute and then hung up. Apparently, they spoke after that for several minutes, both wondering why the other called. I don't think either ever figured out what happened, but they still had a nice conversation without even meaning to talk to each other that day. Old country neighbors...now we don't even know our neighbor's names, it seems.
While teaching at TCS, I had occasion to have all of my nieces and nephews in school at one time or the other. That is a fond memory for me. Soon before my marriage to the former Rena Collingsworth, I asked Paul Lavy and Kevin Lavy to ask their fathers, Merrill and Don, to be ushers in our wedding. One of them ( not sure which one) went home and proudly told his father, "Uncle Lowell wants you to take up the offering at his wedding." That would have been very nice of them if they had passed the plates for us!
Here is one final memory for you from my teaching days. In her English PACE, a student of mine was required to write a thank-you note to the pastor. When asked to check her writing, here is the note that I found. "Dear Pastor, Thank you for the massage on Sunday. It was very good. Love, Debbie."
Well, there you have some of my memories. See you next time when we may remember Aug 2, 1980. That's Wedding Day if you didn't know .
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