My father was a Methodist Minister.  From the time I was in fourth grade through seventh grade, he was the minister at a wonderful church in a mountain town in North Georgia – Watkins Memorial Methodist Church in Ellijay, GA.  Sometimes he would visit a prison to provide a Sunday afternoon service for the inmates.  It was out in the country, and it seems it was more like a work camp than a typical prison.  Since I could play the piano a bit, I occasionally went with him and played the piano to accompany the singing.  Although my memories of that time are a little fuzzy, I remember eating dinner with the prisoners after the service – sitting in the prison cafeteria next to my father while he talked with the men.  The plates were metal rectangles with sections for different foods.  I also remember feeling perfectly safe and at ease.  The piano at the prison was out of tune and some of the keys stuck, but I was able to do all right.  My father made sure we only sang the songs I knew how to play.  The men there apparently had classes where they did various crafts because one very vague memory is that I was given a leather wallet that one of the prisoners had made. 

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5 Responses to “Monday Memory – Playing the Piano in Jail”

  1. Joan Says:

    This is just one reason I am so sold on blogging. I learned something new about you today that I probably would never have known otherwise. What an interesting little tidbit!

  2. Jane Says:

    What a precious memory. I am sure that one of the reason you felt so safe was because you were with your father. In his presence, you ALWAYS felt safe. Isn’t that a wonderful thing for a child?

  3. Ruth Says:

    What a nice thing to remember. We all ate thanksgiving dinner oen year out there with the prisioners. He worked with the people there for several years.

    Earlier when Charles was a college student at Asbury, he and several other student preachers took turns holding Wednesday night services at a jail. In additon to the people in jail, Townspeople also attended. Terry was about 4 and Carol was 2…we were stting with the epople there. A very large lady sat next to us and Terry looked over at her and said, “You sure are chat.” She smiled and said, what did he say, but i did not interpret for him… and changed the subject.

  4. carol Says:

    Same here (as Joan) – I didn’t know that about you!

  5. beth Says:

    Sorry – that last comment was me )

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