Bible School

Sister Tracy Browning in General Conference talked about music in primary and how the Primary songs helped the children and herself.

That got me to thinking about my youth in grade school. Once a month a man would come by the school house (we called him the Bible man). He would spend a half hour with us and tell us a bible story and give us a card with the scripture on it to remind us what he talked about.

Well that same organization ran a bible school for the kids for a week during the summer. For about three or four summers, my mom made sure Bob and I went to summer bible school.

The Bible Man drove a school bus and picked us up at nine in the morning and took us to a church each day. At bible school we had classes from 10:00 to 11:30 and then we had a lunch (a sandwich and a glass of milk). Then we learned songs till 1:30 and back on the bus to go home.

This was Monday thru Friday and Friday night we had a little program for our parents, the most important part was us singing for our parents. They taught us to sing real loud so our parents could hear us and we did our very best. I was really proud of our singing time and ran back to my mom to see what she thought.

She thought it was too loud, so I ran back and had some cookies.

THE END

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  1. LeciaOctober 5, 2025 at 8:19 PM

    Dad, that ending 😂😂😂 cookies always help 😘😘

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