Billie said, “I remember when I was little and we were living in Vian. We would all (All being Billie and her three older sisters, those pretty little Martin girls) go the Baptist Church on Christmas Eve. There would be a big Christmas Tree in the front of the church surrounded by a sea of festive brown paper sacks. There would be a Christmas program, Christmas carols and then each one of us went up front and they gave us a sack with an apple, an orange and what seemed like lots of striped hard Christmas Candy.”
I said, “Me too!” I don’t really remember which Stigler church but logic dictates it was the First Baptist Church of Stigler. It had to be the Christmases of 1943 and 1944. I went with my mother and my Aunt Vivian (Claunts). I know it was during the time World War II had taken my father away from home.
