This old photo of my Dad, my neighbor Dale, and me is one of my favorites. We’re at a Harding event, maybe around 1969 or so. Dad is shelling out some dough. I’m guessing it’s for a “Coke” (all sodas were called “Coke”) or maybe for some popcorn.
I come across this picture in “volume one” of my old photo albums. It reminds me of the good stuff I left behind in Searcy, Ark. (And yes, I still remember the sign that hung in the old Harding post office. It went something like this: “There’s no place I’d rather be, than 72143.”)
The good stuff:
- Cruising around town on my red Schwinn bike
- Waking up on fall Saturday mornings to the sounds of the Harding College band as they practiced at the football field (just a block away)
- Running around Harding Park, screaming like crazy with the other kids of Harding employees
- Getting my first Harding Academy t-shirt with a Wildcat on the front and “ALLEN” printed on the back
- Going to VBS, potlucks, Bible classes, gospel meetings, and about a million worship services at the College Church
I felt a strong sense of community in that place. I look back, and I miss it sometimes.