Wednesday, September 19, 2018

Old Timey Meetin's

I don’t reckon I’ve ever been in any better church meetings than when I was a young girl and we went to those spirit filled revivals and singings. The whole church house would rock from the preaching, shouting and singing. They were called meetins back then and everybody for miles around packed in those little churches and it was standing room only if one was lucky. A lot of the time most folks would just stand outside and listen.

I’ll never forget the night the Lord spoke to my heart. It was during one of those old, timey meetins that I hit that alter faster than a cat could lick. I was 13 years old and remember it as if it was yesterday. I got baptized in a little swimming hole called the Tadpole Hole.  In that moment in time my life surely changed and it gets sweeter by the day.

We had to walk to get to most of em but that didn’t sway anyone from going. Very few people owned a vehicle and there wasn’t many on the roads. 
I started out walking with my grandma when I was very young. There wasn’t any roads that were to long or wide for her to hoof it on. She was a shoutin woman for sure. She’d shout the hills out come Decoration Day and Dinner on the ground, and when we’d get in one of them kind of meetins she never stopped from the time she walked through the door, never knew when to hush. Mama and daddy went when they could but it was hard on em with a whole gang of kids to drag along.

After my grandma passed away things changed. More folks got a vehicle and were able to haul their families to church. My daddy loved a good old, timey spiritual singing better than anything. When he found out where one was gonna be, he’d always ask me if I wanted to go with him. Needless to say, me and daddy went to a lot of singings together.
He’d put on his Sunday go to meetin clothes which always consisted of his best pair of overalls, best shirt and his cap of course and his polished and shiny slippers.

 Daddy loved to run his mouth outside the church and knew everybody there and they knew him but when he entered the door and pulled his cap off he became a different man. I enjoyed those singings but I enjoyed watching daddy’s reactions too. He’d get in such a way and so caught up in that spiritual singing that it touched my heart so much and oh what joy just to see that smile come upon his face and watch him shake his leg , pat his foot or take his old cap and slap it against his legs. He really enjoyed it so much and had his own way of praising the Lord.

We’d go far and near in that old truck of his, didn’t matter what church or affiliation. He didn’t care how big the crowd was or how small, he made himself at home.
My grandma had her way and daddy had his way but I sure did enjoy going to those old timey, meetins and good, spiritual singings with daddy.

A lot of things have changed over the years but there’s still plenty of singings around and every time I go to one I think of daddy and can just see him there with that big smile, pattin his foot and slapping his cap against his legs. I know he’s there in spirit and enjoying it as much as me. I can only imagine the many singings he’s enjoying in heaven each day and mama’s right there beside him and they’ve both got a big smile on their face. I’ll see you both real soon, save a place for me in the front right beside both of you. 

© Susie Swanson, 2018


  1. Yes, many of the town meetings were held in the church back in the day. I love how you used to always walk the long roads home, Susie, and I bet you have special memories walking alongside your Grandma. It was wonderful that your daddy got into the singing so much cause it touched your heart as well. I enjoy your sweet stories very much, Susie.


  2. Oh Susie, I'm so glad to see a post from you! I've been worried about you, wondering if the storm hit your area (I don't know what part of the state you're in).

    Our meetings were called revivals, usually held in the summer after the crops were laid by. The building was hot and women fanned their faces with fans from funeral homes. My daddy and mama and my uncle sang in a gospel quartet; I still know all the parts to those old songs, although my voice is getting squeaky ;) Those were good days; I doubt we see such again.

  3. I think about having a place set for me at the table in glory and visiting with my parents and grandparents and son again one of these days. I remember revival meetings and all day singing and dinner on the ground. I got saved in a little church in Georgia and God has been faithful all these years. Thank you for sharing your testimony.

  4. Susie, The closest I ever got to one of these kinds of church meeetings was with my cousins. Both their parents took all the kids and some of us cousins along. I liked it. The ladies smelled pretty and had nice clothes. The dads all had suits and hats. But believe me have known times when a man's newest bib overalls was his best. My uncle Luke was buried in a new white shirt and his new bib overalls. It was only natural, as that is the only way we ever saw suits for this old hard working man. I love that you had that special time with your father. Also with your grandma. Blessings to yoy, praying you are doing better. xoxo,love you, Susie

  5. Beautiful post, Susie. Isn't it amazing how much music can move and affect us. These are lovely memories of you and your Grandma and you and your Daddy. You shared such special times together.