Another good old church story rolls in...

Email correspondent BW sends another fun story of an old church that was kept up through the efforts of a dedicated former parishioner:

My step-mothers ninety-something great aunt in a little town near Jamestown lived next door to the little abandoned Catholic church of her childhood.  For years she had mowed the church yard when she mowed hers and washed the windows and tidied up.  Then came the day when the building needed paint.  When my dad and Clara arrived at her house for a visit, she first demonstrated her dandy new self-propelled lawn mower and then they went inside for lunch.  In her porch she had 15 gallons of white paint, one of them clearly had been tapped.  She had contacted the men of the congregation (who were in a spanking new building) and asked if they might spare the time to do the job.  She got no response, so she decided that it was up to her.  Sure nuff, there was a big ladder laying alongside the church and a pretty good area quite high up had been painted.  I never did hear what transpired after that--hopefully the younger people were inspired (or shamed) into helping her, but she was determined that it would be spiffed up and she was quite pleased with her effort to that point. 
 
How do we get some of these spunky, dedicated old ladies to run for Congress? 


True! Well, we had Coya Knutson for a while...