SUMMER OF ’33
HEADING SOUTH WAS heading home. The caravan had come to Indiana from Kentucky early that summer. But now, more than three months later, the little band of travelers was seeking geography where the evening temperatures of fall were better suited to outdoor worship.
Once again they would strike the tents, stow the wooden chairs, load the piano, box the frayed hymnals, and drive to the next town in their two trucks and one Lincoln sedan. It was the occasional evening chill as much as the calendar that suggested the migration; like a small flock of geese turning their heads south, anticipating the cold seeping in from behind.
In early September, however, the Midwest heat was often still in command. It was a warm night when Mother Daniel quietly asked Michael to rub mayonnaise on her breasts. And so he did. But, there is much to tell of the journey to this Indiana evening and of the events that came after.
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