Despite what a prevalent impression Rev. Dude made on the ceremonies Sunday afternoon, there was more to the 44th Anniversary of Pastor Popoo and First Lady Grandma. Enough that everything else merited a separate entry. I couldn't very well sum up the entire afternoon program by putting Rev. Dude on blast. Regardless of how easy it was.
Dad and I's intentions were to surprise Popoo and Grandma with our arrival to the program that afternoon. Not only did they not realize we were coming, they didn't even know we were in town. Unfortunately, we were the ones met with a surprise of her own. We walked thru the wooden double doors of Philadelphia Baptist Church only to be greeted by a solemn looking Auntie. She broke the news to us that Auntie Ann had to rush Popoo to the hospital.
That was just what I didn't want to hear. Judging by the expression Auntie was wearing, it was evident the feeling was mutual. The good thing was that Auntie Ann was keeping in touch with Makea thru text to keep everyone posted with what was going on. After a few texts, we were informed that the tests didn't reveal anything serious and they didn't have to admit Popoo. He wasn't going to make it to church, but at least he would be home later.
As they say, the show must go on. The program carried on in Popoo's absence. I'm sure Popoo would have wanted it that way. At least I hope so. It was still odd seeing Grandma sitting at the guest of honor table without Popoo by her side. The two are always synonymous both literally and visually. Just as we always say "Popoo and Grandma", we were always accustomed to seeing them together. It took me a minute to get past that.
I knew before I even got to Philadelphia Baptist that one thing I was not looking forward to contending with was the heat. Philadelphia is an older church where the ventilation is not the best. Fortunately, Popoo and them realized that and had central air put in. With the controls that were locked so only certain individuals could get to them. Deacon Adams, a LONG-time deacon of the church, was one of them. I watched as he came over and adjusted the temperature. It seemed like it took him forever to change the eletctronic thermostat up to 77 and then back to 76 where was in the first place. I guess it was the thought that counts. Bless his heart.
You will never guess who the emcee for the program was. At least I know I wasn't expecting it. It was none other than my 10-year-old cousin Emanuel. Better known as E-Man. Our "little" cousin who just cracks me up. He has the appearance of a kid who should be in junior high school and he's only in fourth grade. Lil man also had a tiny, meek voice that seemed to be a mismatch for his exterior. He did an excellent job emceeing though. What he lacked in volume, he made up for with that personality of his. He very well could be a little preacher in the making.
There was one cat there who was giving Rev. Dude a run for the money in the "interesting" category. It was this guy we shall call "Scotty" who had been a member of Philadelphia Baptist for as long as I can remember. As he sat in the pew in front of me, I kept hearing him talking all throughout the service. One small problem: there was no one sitting anywhere near him except me. So maybe he had one of those irritating Bluetooth things? Yeah...not so much. He was basically sitting there having a conversation with himself. I should have tried to listen harder because whatever the discussion was, he was really into it.
On a rather random note, it used to bother me when older folks pronounced our last name "Flemmins". The most frequent offenses seems to always occur at church functions such as this one. The day I finally let it start rolling off my back was when I discovered one of my own elder cousins from Arkansas was doing the same thing. And it wasn't like this was a cousin who had a different last name. He was mispronouncing his own last name. Bless his heart too. Thanks to him, it didn't bother me as much with the senior not related to us did the same. Seriously though...I'm not going to lie...it does still irk me a little.
I was having a little technical difficulties with my camera so I had to rely on other photos for the day. Okay...so I actually forgot my memory card and accidentally recorded the pics to the camera's internal memory. Fortunately, I was able to recover them when I got home. I thought they were lost for good for a minute there. The end result is I was able to create the latest photo album thanks to a combination of three different photographers (myself, Dad and Amanda). You can see the differences in my 44th Anniversary - Sunday album. See if you can tel who took what pics.