Main Street Methodist
Church
corner of 8th and Main Sts.
I have many fond memories of this church
as a child. We would stay overnight on Saturday with our grandparents,
Ealie and Bertha Haas who lived on Pershing Ave. Mamaw would get us
up and dressed real nice and we would walk to 8th and Main for Sunday
school. What a grand time we would have, singing and clapping and
getting ready for class. We had some of the nicest ladies in those
days as teachers. If we were good, Mamaw and Papaw would let us stay
for church with them. We would meet them at the bottom of the steps
just inside the front doors of the Church and walk reverently upstairs
to the Sanctuary. It all seemed so big and overwhelming but when the
people began to sing it was wonderful. Our preacher, I will never
forget him, Rev. Eugene Barbour, I just thought he was the next best
thing to God himself, and I was only about 7 years old. I would just
sit and listen and soak up everything he was saying. Jimmy Lee played
the piano, it was wonderful.
I am just happy that my parents and grandparents
gave us the opportunity to experience Main St. Methodist Church and
I will be sorry to see it be converted into condos/apartments but
that is progress I guess.
Anway, all of us who experienced God on
that corner will never forget it.