FRONT-PORCH GOSPEL: This life story begins in 1973 (kind of) part 57

“Did you ever tell Corrina Chase Freeman’s back story?” Cheyenne asked.

OUT TO PASTOR: So what if I’m crazy?

The Gracious Mistress of the Parsonage and her wonderful husband celebrate 53 years of marital bliss this year.It doesn’t seem possible that we have been married 53 years.After all, we don’t look that old! At least she doesn’t.

FRONT-PORCH GOSPEL: This life story begins in 1973 (kind of) part 56

I jumped out of the Nova and opened the car door for Corrina. She had waited a few seconds, allowing me to be a gentleman.Cori Leigh, as her mom calls her, gave a quick hug, said “I’ll see you tomorrow,” and kind of skipped to the front door.

OUT TO PASTOR: And that’s the way it was

I’ve lived long enough to realize that things usually go their own way. I may want something to go one way, but eventually, it all boils down to going the other way.That is no more true than when The Gracious Mistress of the Parsonage and I travel somewhere.

FRONT-PORCH GOSPEL: This life story begins in 1973 (kind of) part 55

I didn’t want Corrina to think that I thought I was all that – although I was silky-fine with it if she did – so I had to qualify the statement that “I would’ve found myself steppin’ out onto heaven’s shore if somebody hadn’t jumped into Mud Creek to save me.

OUT TO PASTOR: How to act your age

I just celebrated another birthday.Every time I turn around, I have another birthday. I guess I’m going to have to stop turning around.This year, I turned 73, which is a landmark as far as I’m concerned.

FRONT-PORCH GOSPEL: This life story begins in 1973 (kind of) part 54

I could tell Mama was getting tired; so, I eased up from the rocker where I had been resting my eyes and reluctantly interrupted her story. Before we left, Corrina told Mama she wanted to hear more about her love story.

OUT TO PASTOR: Who is shadowing me?

I’ve been bouncing back after a health hiatus and thought I was doing well. I still have some coughs and sneezes, but they are slowly diminishing.The other day, I had to get some gas for my vehicle. When I got to the gas station, I didn’t know if I needed to go to the bank and get a loan for my gas.

FRONT-PORCH GOSPEL: This life story begins in 1973 (kind of) part 53

The Bowens held the service for Buella Mae two days later at the graveside at an old cemetery out on the Whitesville Road, only a mile or two from their place.

OUT TO PASTOR: Ding-a-ling, there goes Spring

In my life, time has a way of getting out of control. My one question in life is, where does time go? And, can I retrieve it?The other night, The Gracious Mistress of the Parsonage and I sat in the living room watching a little TV.I then heard a deep sigh from the other resident in the room.