The next day, Fourth of July, we were at church from 9 A.M. to 7 P.M. We sat through Sunday school, service, the church picnic and the Founder’s Day program with brief bathroom breaks in between.
Even though I faithfully attended Johnson Road every Sunday, Friendship Baptist would always be my home church. I can trace my growth by remembering the pews I sat in at different stages of my life. When I was younger, Yo and I sat in the first three rows so the mothers of the church could keep an eye on us while my mother sang in the choir or ushered.
When I was a teenager, we sat in the back to allow us to slip in late to avoid disrupting service when we dashed down to the corner store to get snacks between Sunday school and morning services. Now as an adult, I sat in the middle row where my
