I remember first being conscious of "God" about the same time I became conscious of war. Reason? Because my earliest memory of the First Baptist Church was the quonset hut which was used as a Sunday School room for us kids. Facing the Old church, it stood lengthwise parallel with the building and at the left in the back. A flight of steps lead from the hut to the porch on the side of the church. I hated the quonset hut, mainly because it was ugly, corrugated steel or aluminum or the like, and I was told that it was something that came from the war (at that time I guess it was the Korean War). It was quite like the one pictured here.
As I remember, it had green paint, dark green, at the bottom. This was about 1940 0r 1950 as I remember. I don't know if my disgust of war came from the ugly building or if I remember the building as ugly because I even then associated it with war. It was one or the other. My opinions of both have not changed. I remember later one of my Sunday School teachers was Mrs. Jernigan. We all had to learn the Books of the Bible and each week Daddy would coach me before we left home. "Genesis, Exodus, Leviticus, Numbers, Deuteronomy...." Week by week I learned a few more until I got them! When we got them all right we were given our own Bible. To me that was a big deal. More later.
