Here's the final installment of Ethel Cunningham's memoir.
~ ~ On Sunday afternoons we young folks would get together at someone's house, make candy and visit. Sometimes we would get mad at the boys if they decided to race their horses instead of paying attention to us. These Sunday afternoons were often the only recreation for young people as we had no cars and no time for other forms of recreation. Also, often our parents would share their "Sunday" dinners and the men and women would visit.
Our church meant a lot to us. My mother, Rosa T. Williams, was a charter member of the First Baptist Church in 1902. The women worked hard to help buy things for the church. I can remember that once a week I baked home-made cinnamon rolls to sell. Sometimes I needed the money, but I always gave it to the church. Also, we had a cow and I sold milk and cream.
Yes, many changes have been made in Afton and in the world since I was a girl living in Afton in the early 1900s. Although we had no cars, no television sets, no jet planes, and little money, we learned the value of work and the importance of our country, our God, and our family. ~ ~
Ethel died Feb. 10, 1993, at 95 years of age.