My first parsonage

Saying for the day: Home is where the heart is.

Starting today and for the next few Tuesdays I will be sharing with you some stories from the parsonage.
A parsonage is where the pastor lives and it often belongs to the congregation.

I am starting these stories by telling you about our first parsonage which was in trout Creek, Michigan.
I know I have a picture of it somewhere but I couldn’t find it for today.

The house was an old two story house set back from the street and located across from Trinity Lutheran in Trout Creek.
It was an old house.

The upstairs bedroom that would become Peter’s room had the ceiling falling down.
When Peter was born we bought big Disney cartoon characters to paste it up with.

In the basement a creek ran along the floor.
I swear it had things living in it that came from a prehistoric age.
At the end of the creek was a sauna and a sump pump.
When it rained the creek increased speed and the pump pulled the water out and dumped it in the lawn.

There was a laundry room off of the kitchen that had squirrels.

We also had big fat cockroaches that turned out to be wood roaches that came over from the lumber mill on the corner and found a home in the rotting door jams.
I knew because there was one on the door frame and when I shot it with the bug spray the wall suddenly turned black as they poured out of that door frame.

This is where we started our ministry and we loved it anyway.
We never complained because the home was like what most of our people lived in.

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News from Pigeon Falls– the little town in my backyard where trains still run and sweet little old ladies carry shotguns.-The White Rabbit did not appear on Labor Day and people are beginning to believe it’s gone for good.
The big excitement last night was over the return of the dragon. It flew over the main street during the street dance. It started from the church and flew up to Eino’s Garage, spewing fire, then turned and flew back. On the back flight Mrs. Trumble and Demon Slayer suddenly appeared and she fired both barrels. The dragon seemed to stop in mid-flight and a liquid poured from its side. Then it flew erratically to the end of the block and out over the woods and disappeared. Mrs. Trumble was overjoyed. She said she had sent him to join the Rabbit. Eino quickly soaked up some of the liquid from the street into a paper towel. He is sending it to the university to find out what it is. People marvel at the fact that Mrs. Trumble hit the dragon with a shotgun and didn’t break a single window.
If your interested in the dance people felt that the Dorothy Heralds were a better dance group that the 3 Violins and an Oboe. The pasties were good and the beer wasn’t bad.
Nancy said that all people can talk about today is the dragon and Mrs. Trumble. She is becoming a legend like Paul Bunyan all she needs now is a big ox.
Eino called Chicago this morning but was told the number had been disconnected.
That company sure doesn’t keep an office very long.
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Yesterday we drew Margaret . If her names is drawn agin today she gets what's in the PRIZE BOX.
When Betty gets up we will draw.

She is up. She cut in the slips for yesterday. she has drawn. The name drawn is...



Bella. Sorry Margaret (sorry Bree , sorry Esther)If Bella is drawn tomorrow she gets whats in the prize box.
Didn't do much today. Finished up arrangements for the blog marathon. Betty did some cleaning. We mailed out the prizes from yesterday's drawing. Betty went to Bible study.
I need a breathing trteatment.
GBYA