WHAT I LEARNED FROM SUNDAY BASKET MEETING by Tammi Ector Fisse Throughout my childhood, autumn meant time for Sunday Basket Meeting. Less country folk may have referred to it as our family reunion. Although my brother and I were city kids and far too cool to let on that a trip to a backwoods town in Kentucky was anything special, on the morning of the trip excitement swirled around us, tangible as the leaves falling from the trees. Still, we were Cincinnatians and had an image to maintain. Little did we know it, but we “city slickers” could stand to...
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