THE ROTTEN EGGS AND THE CHURCH PEOPLE

Years ago when my dad was a young boy they did not have tv's or computers to keep them company and boy were just boys into every thing going and loved to create mischief. This is back when the T-model Fords had came in use and people went to church on Sunday's in wagons or rode a horse. If you were one of the lucky ones you could ride in your Ford. You did not have that many clothes to change into and had to take care of what you did have and no shoes to change into but one pair of Sunday shoes and a pair of work shoes and you had to take care of them also. So your Sunday worship dress and pants was looked upon with pride. It was the best you had and sometime maybe it had patches or little sitches sewed real fine in them.
 This group of boys that my dad ran around with loved to nag the church people as they went to church and to me they treated them terrible.They would see them coming and have a bunch of rotten eggs hid and when they came by in the cars or buggys they would throw them at them and then run. Some of them would hit the ladies in the back and run all down the back of their dresses, hit them on the head and ruin their bonnets and the mens white shirts would have egg all over them. Some would hit the horses and cause them to run.
 Being boys they thought this was something great to do. This went on for a long time and my dad finally got to where he was ashamed to do these people this way as he knew most of them. He knew they worked hard and were good people.
Now how would you feel if you had rotten eggs thrown all over your clothes and in your car or wagon. That smell alone would be enough for me. But to drive a long way and it hot. Get almost to church and then have to go and turn around and go back home and not get to go to church and then have to try to get the eggs out of the clothes and not leave a stain in them was just to much. They could not let it dry and no dought had to go back home and either soak the clothes or get out the wash board and wash them on Sunday. Sunday being their day of rest.
This went on for a long time and my dad finally got to where he was ashamed to do these people this way as he knew most of them. He knew they worked hard and were good people. They lived a long way from church and it took a long time to just get there.
So one day my dad decided to drop in to the church and see what it was all about and just what went on there.
Most people back then did not believe in going to chuch and it was a small church with just a few members. He began to take a interest in what was going on and kept going back. One day something began to happen to him and when it came time for the alter service he went up and got saved. Who do you think was the preacher at that church. The one who he had throwed the eggs at time and time again. Did the preacher forgive him, oh yes he sure did.
Some of the boys that he ran with later on also got saved and became christens. He later became a minister and was one for around 65 years.
I told my dad I cannot believe you ever was mean like that. He was a person that would help anyone in need, never had a harsh word to say to anyone and was one of the most kindest and gentlest people you would ever want to met.
I would have hated to have to try to wash one of those dresses back then. Them being long and most of them were made out of cotton material and you then had to take a iron and heat it on the stove to iron them and the shirts and pants. I saw some of the pictures of my parents back in the old times and their clothes was always ironed so pretty.
 My mom would iron everything . Back in those time they had dollies they would lay around and they would starch even them and do them up. I remember many a time my mom doing this. Starch back then was made out of flour and water. Now can you see yourself trying to iron with flour water and not leaving white streaks all over everything. I sometimes have a time  with spray starch not leaving flakes on clothes let alone using  flour water, I remember how mom woud tell how  they would use to much and the pants would be so stiff they would stand up on their own. Now how could they get in them.That would be like wearing baked pants. lol. I am not jokeing either.