That evening, I remember distinctly.
Mama, worn out from a day of sewing to make extra money for bills, had gone to bed. Daddy had gone to a funeral home to visit a church member who had left this mortal coil to meet his just reward. In his case, I recall this was not a good thing because I heard the grown-ups talking.
“Never darkened the door of the church,” opined one.
“Too busy makin’ moonshine,” …