Thanks for this photo. I attended Sunday school there as a kid in the 50s and 60s, learned some Spirituals, and admired the church’s architecture. Later when I was a high-school freshman, I serged as a substitute organist. My father had a part time job cleaning ‘The Congo’ so I practiced as he worked. The pipe organ could drown out the vacuum cleaner.
He was quite diverse in his talents: chicken picker, Deacon of the Congregational Church, Representative to the General, treasurer for the Watatic Grange and the church, auctioneer, selectman, storyteller, and chairman of the committee for arranging tables at the Children's Fair.
And poor old James picking chickens while suffering from lumbago pain!
Thanks for this photo. I attended Sunday school there as a kid in the 50s and 60s, learned some Spirituals, and admired the church’s architecture. Later when I was a high-school freshman, I serged as a substitute organist. My father had a part time job cleaning ‘The Congo’ so I practiced as he worked. The pipe organ could drown out the vacuum cleaner.
Served, not serged.
I'm intrigued with Jean. James has never mentioned her before.
He was quite diverse in his talents: chicken picker, Deacon of the Congregational Church, Representative to the General, treasurer for the Watatic Grange and the church, auctioneer, selectman, storyteller, and chairman of the committee for arranging tables at the Children's Fair.
If you're like me and don't know what lumbago is, Google says it's an old term for lower back pain.
No luck figuring out what picking chickens means though. I'm guessing it involves bending over, which would explain the lumbago