Psalms 127:3 Children are an heritage of the Lord
Today the addresses for us to visit took us to the ghetto where homes were burned out, windows boarded up, and pillars on many of the porches were broken and leaning (maybe the homes dated back to the civil war). The Blacks that passed us would wave to us, so we just waved back. We noticed that the elderly would sit on the porch. It reminded us of the story ‘Uncle Tom’s Cabin’. When we knocked on one of the homes, an elderly lady struggled to the door, stepped on porch, and plopped down on a chair by the door. (I don’t think she weighed more than 350 lbs.) ‘Since I have a bad back and bad knees,’ she said. ‘I can’t stand.’ We visited. Then I asked if she would like some fresh coleslaw that I had made (Blacks love coleslaw). She then told us her anti-cabbage story (She was only 5 or 6 years old.) Her Mom & Dad had brought home the cutest baby. She and the other small children asked the parents where they got the darling baby. The Dad said that he found the baby under a cabbage in the cabbage patch. All the children scurried away to the cabbage patch out back. The children all wanted their very own cute baby. They not only pulled up every cabbage, but they dug deep trenches all over as they each looked for a baby. When the Dad found the children in the destroyed cabbage patch, they all received a spanking that they would never forget. To this day none of the children eat cabbage.
Have it happy!!! Elder and Sister Hansen