When you mentioned the fine ladies of the Baptist Church-- I spent a fair amount of my Stateside time in the USMC (1960-1970) below the Mason-Dixon line- learned to love Southern foods, liquors (except moonshine, aka- Kentucky windage adjustment fluid)-- Just found Rebel Yell whiskey locally- $15.00 per fifth and well worth it-
The Antioch Baptist Church in Deep Hollow was losing their Pastor to retirement, so the Deacons sent to the Seminary School for new recruits- They would visit of a week-end, preach a Sunday sermon, lead the Hymn singin', and offer a blessing at the sit-down picnic potluck on the Church lawn- First candidate, name of Elmer Lantry, visits- at the picnic he tells the Head Deacon- "I really like your Church- what do you figure my chances are to get the calling here?" "Well, Son" replied the HD- "You gave us all a real fire and brimstone sermon, and you sung Rock of Ages with the best of 'em-- but I'm afraid you got yourself in a peck of trouble at the picnic here" -- "How did i do that?-- was there something wrong with the blessin' I gave?" "Oh no, nothing like that- but when my wife asked if you'd care for some more corn, you passed her your glass and not your plate"--
