Everyone has memories they cherish from times when they were growing up. I have many memories, but none of them are as memorable as the ones I have of the Summer of “73”. That Summer holds some of the most cherished memories of my teen years. Not so much because of what I did that Summer, but more because of the woman I met who treated me like the son she never had.
It was long before I gave my life to Christ, but a time that helped influence the Christian I would one day become. If for no other reason than the woman who did her best to give direction and order to a teen who needed it.
It was long before I gave my life to Christ, but a time that helped influence the Christian I would one day become. If for no other reason than the woman who did her best to give direction and order to a teen who needed it.
It was a time in my life that I went farther and seen more than many do in a life time. I would travel through Canada, down through Montana to Tupelo Mississippi, and then to Birmingham Alabama, before catching a bus back home to Duluth Mn. All along the way I would spend time in places like Saskatoon Saskatchewan, Kansas City, Oklahoma City, Butte Mt, and even Bozeman Mt where my brother and I were able to get out to Gallatin Gateway to visit our grandparents. There were many small towns and big cities along the way where I met many different people, and fall in love with some young gals along the way more than a few times.
