Written By: Gary Wonning
Attending Sunday school and church was something we did every Sunday, almost without fail. We would do at least one or the other or both. Dad worked driving the milk truck on Sunday so he didn’t go as much as mom and I did.
Occasionally, if mom didn’t want to go to Sunday school, I would ride my bike the two miles to church if the weather allowed. I didn’t walk two miles uphill to school every day through knee deep snow, but I did occasionally ride my bike two miles to Sunday school, and one way was uphill.
We went to a small struggling country church and almost everyone was related one way or another, so going to church was almost like a family reunion.
Our social and spiritual life was centered around the church.
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He has studied the Mayan culture of Central America as well as the aborigines of Australia. Photography has given him the opportunity to observe life in various parts of the world.
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