The Original Handwritten Note I Stuffed in the Church Door in 2003 |
Lydia's Letter to Cindy and Me |
Lydia's Christmas Card to Cindy and Me |
It was pretty thrilling to see that a historical marker had been placed in front of the church by the state, and to see that my great grandfather's name was mentioned on the marker. It was also nice to see that the churchyard behind the church held the remains of my great grandfather and his family, along with many other graves.
My Daughters, Diane and Debbie, Next to the Historical Marker in Front of the Baptist Church at Bazette, Texas. Picture Taken C 2005. |
After returning home that evening, I received a call from a lady named Lydia. She was a life-long member of the church, and she and her husband, Bill, were movers and shakers in their community. Cindy and I made plans to visit there.
That vist led to several visits over the years that we lived in Texas. The little Baptist church had a small congregation. They were a very friendly group, and we really enjoyed worshipping with them and getting to know them.
Cindy and I stayed in touch with Bill and Lydia over the years. When we moved to Tennessee last May, we wrote them to let them know. Yesterday, in the mail, came a wonderful missive from Lydia. Lo and behold---enclosed with her letter was a Christmas card and the original handwritten note I had crammed in the door of the church back in December of 2003. I had to write about this. Dang---I'm gettin' a little teary-eyed as I think about it.
The note reads as follows:
12-12-03
1:30 PM
My name is Clint Ellison. My great grandfather was William Ellison, who donated the land for this church in 1881.
I have recently moved to Dallas from Atlanta, Ga. and would like to attend (visit) church here one Sunday.
Could someone please call me at my home phone # to let me know when services are held? I would appreciate it very much.
Thank you!
Clint Ellison
214-473-9633
It seems like it was only yesterday that we left that little note at the church. I also remember the friendly dog who lived next door who came over to check us out. It is a blessing that we were able to visit the church some and meet such sweet and faithful people. Isn't it wonderful that your grandfather left such a legacy! How many of us now could do that and be remembered in such a way over a hundred years ago??
ReplyDeletePrecious Memories! Isn't it wonderful to taste the sweetness of yesteryear's blessings
ReplyDeleteWhat a wonderful, touching story! I love connections like that. I think your great grandfather must be in "that great cloud of witnesses" and smiling at this.
ReplyDeletewhat a great piece of family history, and even better that it brought you together with some present day souls! :)
ReplyDeleteWhat a great story!!
ReplyDeleteWhat a beautiful thing, Clint. I'm so glad you shared it.
ReplyDeleteWonderful memories Clint, it's interesting to find out one's ancestors, I did mine and got on very well, found out my great grand mother on mums side maiden name was Lewis, I too married a lewis ......strange.
ReplyDeleteYvonne.
How sweet.
ReplyDeleteReading your story gave me goose bumps.
Those are wonderful memories and what a very Special man your grandfather was.
gloW ☼
That's a wonderful story Clint. Thanks so much for sharing it. : )
ReplyDeleteOh my goodness what a wonderful gift that was to you!
ReplyDeleteI didn't know you lived in Atlanta, GA!
sandie
You've touched my heart with your story Clint, what a moment in time... a beautiful moment!
ReplyDeleteGreat story and really a wonderful gift.
ReplyDeleteThanks for sharing my friend
take care and have a beautiful weekend
greetings
Oh that is so sweet.
ReplyDeletewhat a sweet story!
ReplyDeleteClint, what a wonderful story. Just stopping by for the first time in a long time. You came to mind cuz once again I'm in your neck of the woods. God bless, hope to connect soon!
ReplyDeleteThat is a wonderful story! Years ago my mom took my sister and me to find the house that my great grandfather built in a small town in Missouri, the house where my dad grew up. We drove around on some dirt roads outside of town till Mom recognized the house. We went up to the door and introduced ourselves. The nicest young couple owned it. Mom showed them the corner stone with my grandfather's name on it and the date. They invited us in and let us look around. Isn't it wonderful to make those connections with our past?
ReplyDelete*sniff*
ReplyDeleteWhat a wonderful post....and how sweet of her to mail that back to you.
Memories are treasures, so are people.
Oh Clint, what a wonderful story and continuation...and your daughters look so sweet. God is good!! Love for Christmas, Ray and Crystal
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