April 2010
Farm Fresh Memories

Bro. -- To the Flat Rock General Store Regulars...

An Easter Sermon to Remember...


It was Wednesday in the mid-mornin’ when I walked through the old double-front doors of The Flat Rock General Store. There was a bundle bustin’ bunch of The Store regulars congregated near the old potbellied heater.

There set Slim, in his old recliner, peekin’ out from b’hind the counter.

Essex, Ms. Ida, the widow Cora, Farlow, Willerdean, "Truth," Estelle, my Daddy "Pop" C.C., Bro., S.R., J.R., "Hatch," Heath, Dustin, and Mr. All Night Music Man himself, Harley Hood, were also gathered. There was other folk who had showed up for learnin’ and studyin’ state and community affairs like: my buddy Roland Gargis, Mr. L.O. Bishop, Wilton Fortenberry and, from all way over cross the big old Tennessee River, my friend and tire man, Mr. Jim Humphries. Additional, there were a few other curious money payin’ customers.

Bro. had the floor and was a passin’ out flyers promotin’ the comin’ close community Easter sunrise service and Easter Sunday service down to the Baptist Church. Course, all this would be followed by a noon day church fellowship eatin’, and he noted all comers was invited to stay for the consumin’ of some mouth-waterin’, fine country vittles.

He had Estelle to pencil down along the rear wall b’hind the old potbellied heater on white butcher paper in red marker —- "HAPPY EASTER, YA’LL COME…" Sunday, April 4th. I was a glancin’ over the flyer and it carried these words "Possible sermon titles."

There were some oddly worded titles so placed:

Easter, not just for bunnies and hidin’eggs…

The "Cross," more than a lucky charm…

My outfit’s new, yours too…

Easter, a good time to go to church, there’s no major sportin’ conflicts…

Get the salt shaker, there’s plenty of hard boiled eggs...

Below there on the flyer it said, "You’re all invited, please come, learn my true sermon title and hear the real message." Then there was a long blank line along the bottom. Alongside were the written words, "You’re welcome to pencil down your own sermon title." I scribbled in: Heaven after earth, is the place for me….

 ’Bout this here moment, a passerby rushed in and expressed with some seriousness there was a black-smoke fire a blazin’ pure straight arrow west t’ward Russellville. At this here point, all the assembled crowd dismantled rather swiftly. As I exited for lookin’ purposes, I could hear a fire truck’s siren a soundin’ in the air. I stepped back inside, offered my good-bye howdys to Slim and Essex, and headed for my pickup with my intentions bein’ to go check see if the fire was a burnin’ brush pile or some other unintended burnin’.

I wish for each Farm Fresh Memories reader —- a proper titled, 30-minute Easter sermon, health, happiness and "Heaven after Earth"….

HAPPY EASTER!!!
Remember Your Heritage!!!
Always, Think Good Memories!!!

Joe Potter is a former vocational agriculture teacher, FFA advisor and retired county agent (Colbert County).