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July 5, 2008

Time to Wash the Clams

Clambake is a-coming! Pies to be baked, clams to be washed , rock weed to gather. Anyone who has attended Allen's Neck Meeting, member or not, is eligible to work on the Clambake. Charlotte Murphy is getting ready to order our monogrammed T - shirts, sweat shirts, etc. and would like someone to help her decide what to order this year. We need home made items for the craft table - jewelry, pottery, wood works, knitted items, baked goods, jams and jellies. Call Charlotte: 508-636-2698. If you want to work the day of the bake, like wait tables, husk corn, bag sausages, call Polly Harrison 508-636-4378. It is more fun to work at the bake than sit and be served. You get to meet more people from the community plus, you get to eat all you want, after all the paying guests have been served.

A Good Read

Sophronia Camp would like to announce the availability of her new book, A Pilgrim's Journal II: Walking La Via de la Plata at Partner's Village Store in Westport. The book is an account of a 600 - mile pilgrimage walk along a less - traveled branch of the Camino de Santiago, running from Seville in Andalucia north to Santiago de Compostela in Galicia.

Sophonia Camp is a frequent attender at Allen's Neck Meeting.

The Religious Education of A Young Boy

In the early 1930's I attended Allen's Neck Meeting Sunday School. My buddy was Franklin Allen. We were friends mostly because we both loved to build things. My father and grandfather saw to it that I had all the wood-working tools a six year old boy should have. Franklin and I brought our wooden objects to the Meeting to show each other. He taught me how to make what we called a tractor. It was composed of a wooden thread spool, rubber band, two match sticks and some candle wax. We brought our tractors to Meeting one Sunday and got down on the floor of the back pew to run our machines. We made no noise, but suddenly there was a lound "HARRUMPH!" I looked up and saw a man about ten feet tall looking sternly at us. We jumped up and our tractors never saw the Meeting floor again. Alice and I have decided that the "HARRUMPH!" came from Charles T. Gifford who was a staunch member of the Meeting. He may have been close to six feet tall but his deep voice would rattle the windows. If I live to be 100, I will still see and hear Charles T. in my mind.
Cukie Macomber

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