Repurposing

The church on the left was the building where my Dad conducted his first full-time pastorate.

This is a picture of the building as it is today. Clearly, it had been at some time repurposed to residential use. Likewise, it is clear that its current purpose is to keep a patch in the middle of the lot clear of weeds.

This house is across the street to the north of the 'church.' It was the residence of Mrs. Anderson, church member, friend of the family; and in the estimation of the child, a very rich person who wanted for nothing. Among the fabulous possessions within this domicile was the huge cabinet housing the great Philco radio with its beautifully lighted dial and the mystery of its contents. How could it hold all those obviously tiny people within, who spoke such words of wonder? This house, too, has been repurposed to weed barrier. From the appearance I would say it is destined to lose that battle.

Across the street to the east, was the parsonage in which we resided. It was here that my little sister was born just three months before my third birthday. It was gratifying to me to note that the house is still purposed to residential use, and that it is in good repair, obviously providing excellent shelter to the occupants. The garage behind the house now takes the place of the woodshed/goat shelter that stood there in the '30s.