For Elizabeth.
The town that I know is one where everyone knows everyone and the only things to do are yardsale hop and go to church. Church runs through the very heart of our community. There’s a church every two blocks, but mine is in the very middle of town, right off main street. It was built by my relatives in the early thirties and my family has been an integral part ever since. There are ten stain-glass windows that line the sides of the sanctuary, each depicting a famous scene from the bible. Under them, a tarnished gold plaque gives all the names of the members who donated to have them installed. In some way or another, each of these names has a branch on my family tree. It is not a big church, none in town are, but it's enough for our one hundred and fifty members. It’s enough for thanksgiving dinner, our annual christmas pageant, trunk-or-treat, and the handful of newcomers who cycle in and out every two years.
