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How I remember Chelsea Church

Story ID:7679
Written by:Monte Leon Manka (bio, contact, other stories)
Organization:retired
Story type:Poem
Location:Hemet CA. USA
Year:1930
Person:thinkin back Chelsea Kansas, Kid
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How I remember Chelsea Church

How I remember the Chelsea Church

Back in the early thirties
Each Sunday we were told
Wash your neck and ears
Whether the weather was hot or cold

We’d jump into the old “Olds”
And away we would go
To that old Chelsea Church
Doncha Know.

Sometimes the traveling Preacher
Couldn’t get to the church
Sam Putnam would sermonize
While on those old church benches we did perch

And listened intently
Mom kept us in line
No whispering while
The “devil” Sam Putnam would malign

Mattie Holderman would play the piano
The congregation would sing
If you were “off key” slightly no one cared
We made those rafters ring.

One Christmas we had a “Play”
Johnny Sontag, Keith Redd and I were told
We were the three wise men,
That brought Frankincense, Myrrh and Gold

I was so excited
Dad gave me his Ingersol
It had a gold Hunters Case
I felt ten feet tall

I presented my Gold
At the age of eight or nine or ten
Retreated to the curtains
My heart started beating once again.

Mattie Holderman would play the piano
The congregation would sing
If you were “off key” slightly no one cared
We made those rafters ring.

Leslie and I
Got two pennies apiece
To put into the collection plate
Mom wouldn’t let us cheat

By keeping one for ourselves
Those pennies were for Preacher Sam
Those Indian Head Pennies
Into my pocket I wanted to cram

We were so enthralled
By Preacher Sam giving that Devil “Hell”
Every kid on those benches felt as if
It was Sulfur we could smell.

When in the summertime
The weather got hot
We had fans with a handle
And fanning ourselves helped a lot.

As we walked out of church
How the church floor would creak
While Mom talked to her friends
We’d play hide and seek.

Mattie Holderman would play the piano
The congregation would sing
If you were “off key” slightly no one cared
We made those rafters ring.

Chelsea Church has so many memories
I get teary eyed as I write
Such a grand edifice
You would think I might

Miss those good times
How right you would be
As I miss my good friends
Mom, and Dad and brother Leslie—Rest In Peace
Monte L. Manka 12-18-11