Issue 270 — The Paregien Journal — Feb. 28, 2015
Folks in Greenville, Kentucky in 1965
by Stan Paregien Sr.
In my previous post, I told about meeting a woman who lives in Fort Myers, Florida who is a former native of Greenville, Kentucky. That person is Mrs. Robert (Regina Whitman Summers). She was a member of a Baptist Church while there in Greenville, but knew many of the members (young and old) of the Church of Christ there in Greenville, Kentucky (Muhlenberg County).
That was of particular interest to me because, when I was a student-preacher at Lipscomb University in Nashville, I preached there on Sundays. Peggy and I would get up very early and drive the 92 miles one way to Greenville. I would teach an adult Bible Class, while Peggy often helped with one of the classes for small kids. Then I would preach that morning. We would normally go home with one of the church families and have Sunday dinner with them. Then we might go visiting people in the nursing home(s) or maybe just couldn’t get out of their house. Or sometimes someone would take us to see a lake or an old building or something. One time Mr. Morris Bandy, who worked for a coal mine in the area, took us out to see the phenomenally large equipment they used. Another man, Russell Gennett, I think it was, actually took us a few hundred feet down into a coal mine. I’d rather chop cotton on top of the soil than mine coal beneath the soil any ol’ day, because I felt very uncomfortable down there.
Usually our host family provided us with a snack or lite supper before the evening service. Then I would preach, again, only this time it was broadcast live on the local radio. One of our members had a son who worked part-time at the radio station and he usually set up the equipment. After that, Peggy and I would saddle up and ride our old pony another 92 miles back down to Nashville. That “pony” was a customized ’55 Ford with Tijuana tuck & roll upholstery. It was a wonderfully dignified car for a pastor–or not. Ha, ha. But what could you expect from a Okie-born and California-reared kid? On the way home late at night we usually listed to other radio preachers, some a wee bit better known–like Billy Graham.
Anyway, I found more photos of folks in Greenville, Kentucky (Muhlenberg County) tucked away in a folder on my computer with the fancy title of, “1964.” See, sometimes I really am a man of few words. Not often, but sometimes. And here are those photos, with labels on each an every one. If any of these folks are still alive, I’d sure get a kick out of hearing from them. They may email me at: firstname.lastname@example.org
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