One of my favorite authors, Sean Dietrich, wrote a little column about church ladies on Thursday. If you want to have a fun read, click here to go directly to his post. He put my childhood in words. Much better words than I can put forth.

Growing up as the child of a minister was something that I know a lot about. There were plenty of “church ladies” who looked out for me and while some kids would have had a difficult time with that, I don’t remember ever being put out one bit by having all those church ladies keeping an eye on me. I remember only their love and care and their yummy food.

Church ladies are notorious for bringing their best to the potlucks that were quite common place. After church potlucks were quite commonplace when I was growing up and I remember tables overflowing with casseroles, jello salads, fried chicken and desserts. Oh those desserts were always my downfall. Pies and cakes of all types were on display and oh so very delicious.

Church ladies always had time for me. They always had a special thing to say to me, encouragement to give and hugs were freely given. In today’s world I am not sure that this is still the case — are there still the abundance of generous church ladies that spoil little girls? I hope so because growing up it was a pretty special part of my life.

I was taken back in time when I read Sean’s column and remembered some of those really special church ladies who were a part of my life. Everyone should have those memories. Do you?

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