Memories & Nostalgia

When I was a child, attending church on Sunday was an important…in fact vital…part of our life. I was thinking back trying to remember what the first church I remember attending was. I do remember my parents taking me to Hydewood Park Baptist Church when I was just a toddler. Memories that far back are vague, a little blond toddler walking among giants down halls, up stairways, that is about all that comes to mind.

Before that, I am told we attended the St. James Episcopal Church just around the corner from our home, but I was too young to remember that. My husband had a job down that way a bit over a year ago, and took some pictures of the old neighborhood, including the Episcopal church you see pictured, celebrating it’s 300th birthday at that time. It was later, when I started school, that our family attended New Durham Chapel. We attended there until our family moved from the Nixon/Edison New Jersey area to where my mother lives today in Hillsdale, NJ. Then there were other churches that followed, but the important thing was not the building, or the denomination, or anything but being with people who loved the Bible, believed what it taught, and worshiped the Lord….that remains true to this day.