My dad always slept in church. He wasn't the only one. Four or five other farmers dozed Off as well. They sat together on one side of Our German church while my mom And I sat on the other. We had a clear view of them. Like the other men, my dad had Been up hours earlier milking the Cows and tending to chores. No one faulted them for nodding off, Except perhaps the pastor who Sometimes preached extra loud in Hopes of waking them up. When Dad was ninety he moved in With me. On his first day in his new home he Told me, "I'm no longer going to wear my Bib overalls. They're for the country." And he faithfully attended my large Urban church with me. He rarely ever slept. But in my closet I tucked away a well worn Pair of his Big Macs. They are a poignant reminder of how it Used to be when Dad was up early on Sunday mornings and then nodded off In church. |