And Then There Were None Part 5

And Then There Were None Part 5

Alice, the baby of the York family, was 17 years younger than my dad. He called her Poochie and she called him, Bubba. She loved to tell the story of when I was 7 years old, and was the ring bearer in their wedding, in Richmond, Virginia. All dressed up with freshly...

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And Then There Were None  Part 4

And Then There Were None Part 4

My father lost his mother when he was 11 years old. His father remarried and they had two daughters, my aunts, Peggy and Alice. Through the years, I always felt closer to Peggy. She was feisty, opinionated, and as I found out in later years, a habitual liar. She just...

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And Then There Were None  Part 3

And Then There Were None Part 3

She was born, Barbara Ann Broadway, but to me, she was always, Bobbye. She was the youngest of the Broadway girls (only 15 years older than me), and lived to be the oldest. Bobbye married at a young age and, she and my uncle Bill, had two wonderful children. My...

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And Then There Were None  Part 2

And Then There Were None Part 2

Betty was the first born, followed by my mother, Joyce, three years later. June, the third of the four Broadway girls, came into this world after another two years. But, Bobbye did not arrive until seven years later, when my grandmother was 42 years old. My mother had...

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And Then There Were None  Part 1

And Then There Were None Part 1

My mother had three sisters and my dad, two. In May, the last of my five aunts passed away. Each one was special, in their own way, and each left me with wonderful memories. Please allow me to introduce, Betty, Joyce, June and Bobbye, the Broadway sisters. June was...

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The Tale of Two Portraits Part 2

The Tale of Two Portraits Part 2

Before I ever opened my first art gallery, a close friend introduced me to Ken Kinsley’s artwork. I can remember her unrolling canvases, on the floor of my shop, for me to see. Ken mainly worked in oil and was known for his vibrant colors and heavy texture. His Diner...

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The Tale of Two Portraits Part 1

The Tale of Two Portraits Part 1

I attended an art opening in 1984, for portrait artist, Goode P. Davis. His work was exquisite and I immediately knew I wanted him to paint a portrait of my mother, who diagnosed with cancer, was undergoing treatment. Even the price for one of his smaller paintings...

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Southern Baptist Part 8

Southern Baptist Part 8

By the time the 1980s had arrived, I was back at First Baptist, along with the three preachers from my days at Carroll Street. Two families, from my time at Southgate Baptist, had also joined the church of my youth. I attended a singles’ class on Sunday mornings and I...

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Southern Baptist Part 7

Southern Baptist Part 7

In the two years since my resignation from Carroll Street Chapel, the historic church building had been condemned and torn down. The dwindling congregation had moved across the interstate into a small rented building, which had originally been a residence. The...

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Southern Baptist Part 6

Southern Baptist Part 6

I left the familiarity of Carroll Street Chapel for the unknown of Southgate Baptist Church. It was a fairly new church group, that met in a former residence, located in South Nashville. They had added a large concrete block multipurpose room, on the back, that served...

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Southern Baptist Part 5

Southern Baptist Part 5

The new pastor of Carroll Street Chapel arrived with his family and the church seemed to take on a friendlier atmosphere. He was kind and gracious and his wife was delightful. I immediately clicked with them and became more comfortable in my position. I claimed a...

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