I went to the annual service at my ancestor's church. Didn't stay for the whole service, and it wasn't the birds chirping in the chimney beside me, the religiosity, boredom, shyness, or the heat. No, I left early because the farm next door had spread manure and the stench was appalling. The stencils were gorgeous. Nice service.
My great5grandfather, a Revolutionary War soldier, is buried in the cemetery beside the church.
