In a blog I wrote the other day, https://onetahayes.com/2015/11/02/jay-do-you-remember/ I mentioned my granddad and his brother. I referred to them as two gangster brothers who became two preachers. Let me clarify. I do not know that they were law breakers. I do know they were drinkers and gamblers and likely not that good as family men! But Granddad Jim did have some land and he with some of his sons grew broom-corn and made brooms for sale. Years later my daddy bought that land and in the process of tearing down part of an old room they found a pistol that had apparently been hidden in the rafters. That doesn’t sound very honest. But I guess I’ll never know that story! How did it happen that he (my Granddad Jim) changed his ways and became a preacher who built several holiness churches?
This is the story as was told to me today by my oldest family member (Delma, Jim’s youngest daughter) who was born in 1931 after this incident happened so she told me the story as it was told to her.
Uncle Orcie (Jim’s brother-in-law) was cutting broom-corn at Dad’s (Jim’s) place. Uncle Orcie felt like the place was needing a revival so he sent word to Aunt Mary who was about four hundred miles away in Oklahoma. The message he sent was to “sell the old sow and pigs and buy some song books and come up here.” So Aunt Mary did that and she and Edna came and lived in a tent on Dad’s place. Edna played the piano and Aunt Mary and Blanche Stepp preached a revival in Lone Star School. Mom, Oda, Bertha and – I think – Pete got saved.
One day Edna came in the house all excited by the Holy Ghost and said, “Oh, the Lord just met me in my tent.” The next day, Dad was convicted by the idea of the Lord being on his place. So he just knelt down in that broom-corn field and gave his heart to the Lord.
So that is the story as was told to me. Now you can see why I often give thanks with a grateful heart that I was born to a family of Christians. By the time I came on the scene (via Pete) changes had been made. Among my memories of Granddad Jim and Grandma Vida’s kitchen, include a long table with benches at the sides and “grace” consisted of everyone kneeling at those benches for prayer. Actually I think one person gave thanks (grace) at the beginning; the prayer at the benches was at the end of the meal. I’m not sure.
Explanation: In my previous post regarding my Great-grandmother Margaret, I said she had twins, my daddy a two pounder who lived and his brother who died. I mixed up my generations. Grandma Vida is the mother of Pete and his twin.