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I've been kinda neglecting the forum for the last month or so. We're working 7 days a week, every week, and about all I've been interested in is rest and sleep. Anyway, I thought I'd post a short Tabernacle story that involves Junior and Mabel. I posted a story about Junior and Mabel Kennedy earlier so ya'll probably remember that Junior was short and skinny, Mabel was about the same height but weighed 300 lbs or more.
<img src="http://jb-ms.com/images/Pics2/tabernacle.jpg" height=120 width=135 align="left" vspace="2" hspace="2"/>One night at the Tabernacle things were really cooking. The place was packed and the preacher was in great form. Mabel and Junior were off to our left, at least they were when they first came in. Evidently Junior had eased off from her a ways before things got so exciting though as he wasn't around when it happened. There were twin redheaded boys in their early teens, Billy and Bobby McCool, who would preach some nights. At the same time. They could get the congregation stirred up to no end. This particular time the regular preached started off and got things rolling, then had the choir sing an upbeat, fast hymn. Mabel got to rocking back and forth in time with the song, then the choir lowered their volume and Billy and Bobby jumped in preaching with the choir still singing in the background.
Mabel was still rocking back and forth in time to the song and waving her hands around up over her head. As usual, there were a lot of amens and hallelujahs being yelled out and a couple got the ghost and started talking in tongues. Mabel got a little too far carried away with her rocking and fell over sideways. No one paid any attention as it wasn't unusual for someone to get the ghost, fall down in the floor and roll around speaking in tongues. But Mabel didn't have the ghost.
There was no way she could get up by herself so she started screaming for Junior, problem was that there was so much yelling, singing and preaching going on she was just another voice in the noise. She started rolling around in the sawdust, still screaming for Junior, and somehow her dress worked up to where her bloomers were showing. About that time some of the older boys, who had spasms seeing any female anatomy higher than an ankle, wanted to get a closer look at an honest to goodness female booty, even one that big, and crowded around her. Daddy was tall enough to see what was going on and told us after we got home that Mabel had on flour sack bloomers. Now flour sack bloomers weren't uncommon among the women folk in our sharecropping community but most women bleached them. My mother made them for herself and my sisters and bleached them out so all the color was gone before sewing them into bloomers. Mabel didn't bleach hers. Daddy said there was a picture of Martha White right in the middle of her big butt and under it was printed "The best there is".
Daddy and some of the others around her finally figured out she wasn't down in the floor because she had the ghost and ran the boys away. It took several folks to get her on her feet and some of the women helped her outside. Don't know what happened after that but I can't remember seeing Junior and Mabel at the revivals again.
Those were very exciting times and happenings for a six year old. I'm thankful I lived during those times and had the opportunity to experience the Tabernacle, and other similar events. We were poor in a materialistic sense, so was everyone else in the community and none of us knew it, but rich in things that mattered. I miss those times.
JB
<img src="http://jb-ms.com/images/Pics2/tabernacle.jpg" height=120 width=135 align="left" vspace="2" hspace="2"/>One night at the Tabernacle things were really cooking. The place was packed and the preacher was in great form. Mabel and Junior were off to our left, at least they were when they first came in. Evidently Junior had eased off from her a ways before things got so exciting though as he wasn't around when it happened. There were twin redheaded boys in their early teens, Billy and Bobby McCool, who would preach some nights. At the same time. They could get the congregation stirred up to no end. This particular time the regular preached started off and got things rolling, then had the choir sing an upbeat, fast hymn. Mabel got to rocking back and forth in time with the song, then the choir lowered their volume and Billy and Bobby jumped in preaching with the choir still singing in the background.
Mabel was still rocking back and forth in time to the song and waving her hands around up over her head. As usual, there were a lot of amens and hallelujahs being yelled out and a couple got the ghost and started talking in tongues. Mabel got a little too far carried away with her rocking and fell over sideways. No one paid any attention as it wasn't unusual for someone to get the ghost, fall down in the floor and roll around speaking in tongues. But Mabel didn't have the ghost.
There was no way she could get up by herself so she started screaming for Junior, problem was that there was so much yelling, singing and preaching going on she was just another voice in the noise. She started rolling around in the sawdust, still screaming for Junior, and somehow her dress worked up to where her bloomers were showing. About that time some of the older boys, who had spasms seeing any female anatomy higher than an ankle, wanted to get a closer look at an honest to goodness female booty, even one that big, and crowded around her. Daddy was tall enough to see what was going on and told us after we got home that Mabel had on flour sack bloomers. Now flour sack bloomers weren't uncommon among the women folk in our sharecropping community but most women bleached them. My mother made them for herself and my sisters and bleached them out so all the color was gone before sewing them into bloomers. Mabel didn't bleach hers. Daddy said there was a picture of Martha White right in the middle of her big butt and under it was printed "The best there is".
Daddy and some of the others around her finally figured out she wasn't down in the floor because she had the ghost and ran the boys away. It took several folks to get her on her feet and some of the women helped her outside. Don't know what happened after that but I can't remember seeing Junior and Mabel at the revivals again.
Those were very exciting times and happenings for a six year old. I'm thankful I lived during those times and had the opportunity to experience the Tabernacle, and other similar events. We were poor in a materialistic sense, so was everyone else in the community and none of us knew it, but rich in things that mattered. I miss those times.
JB
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