When you get older, it seems your memories become more important to you. Feeling a little nostalgic this morning as I thought of all those fun LABOR DAY PICNICS at Lavon Baptist Encampment (now known as the Lake Lavon Camp and Conference Center).

Some of you will remember the ball games ( softball, flag football, & volleyball); the swim times where the roughhousing nearly got out of hand; the singing under the tabernacle; and the skits. My favorite was “ The Baker Seven “. Julian Thomas even wrote a poem that we memorized & quoted. I can only remember the 1st line— “ We are the Baker Seven & we’re on our way to heaven...”. But best of all, there was the potluck early supper. Some of the best cooks in the world were the wonderful ladies of Lavon Drive. Good times— fellowshipping with God’s people.

Today, I’m part of the older generation. I hold dear some of those fond memories of the past when life seemed simpler & less complicated. I’m sincerely thankful to the Lord for the goodness & grace He has bestowed upon my life & our country.

I appreciate all those hard-working Americans who are the backbone of our country. I salute them today. They work in the factories; they farm & harvest the crops; they work in the offices; they cook & serve, & work in the fields; they teach in our schools; they serve as doctors & nurses; they serve in our military; they serve as policemen & firefighters to protect us; & etc. Thank you all for your day in and day out hard work. Without you, our workers, we wouldn’t have the greatest country in the world today