I remember my Dad, Cleo Watson preaching a revival there alternating with other preachers. One would preach awhile and then he would sit down and the next one would get up. We used to call it a Cowbell service. I also have memories of him preaching a homecoming there and everyone outside eating.
My Mom, Delsie and her sister, Elsie would sing and sometimes they sang with Bro. Billy Payne. Such wonderful memories I treasure of that little church. I am thankful for each one I have.
