Give Me That Old-Time Religion

Home Correspondence Give Me That Old-Time Religion

In my 1950’s childhood, boys and men, hair slicked down with tonic, girls and ladies in mantillas and hats primly veiled with mesh worshiped at small country churches against which lapped the green and white fields of late-summer tobacco.  On Easter Sundays, prissy and full of ourselves . . .

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