Cannon's Camp Ground UMC - Precious Memories

Submitted by Mary Jane Keller ***
I remember Hugh Lark’s Sunday School moments . . . . Mr. Jesse Jones’ “beautiful” prayers from the AMEN corner . . . . Lillie Mae McAbee’s “Holy City” . . . . Ken Bob’s “umph” after specially moving anthems . . . . Bill Vine’s “Why Me Lord?” . . . . Larry Salter’s “brown bag” children’s sermon.

Submitted by Amy Bates ***
I remember sitting in the Amen Corner with my Uncle Luther Huskey and listening to Aunt Bess play the beautiful music in the sanctuary at church. After church I would run up and down the sanctuary aisle while Uncle Luther counted the money.

Submitted by Jordan Linder ***
I remember when Mrs. Traci took us to the Build-a-Bear workshop. It was fun. I hope she takes us back!.

Submitted by Marcia Phillips ***
I remember when Larry Salters christened Carl and Clay, and it looked like he was juggling them as he held them.

I also remember when we had large crowds to go Christmas caroling and would end up at Robert and Hilda’s for refreshments."

Submitted by "Name not Given" ***
I remember Brownie and Girl Scout meetings in the church basement with Barbara Dale.

I also remember “Jesus Loves Me” and learning the books of the Bible in Mrs. Ella Bennett’s 4th grade Sunday School class.

And I remember music time and snack time at Mrs. Ella Bennett’s kindergarten.

Submitted by "Name not Given" ***
I remember getting together every Sunday at Papa and Granny Easler’s house in the front yard under the willow oak tree, eating and sharing good times with family and cousins.

Submitted by Carol Stephens ***
I remember Sunday night services with Ms. Ella playing the piano and singing all the old gospel songs.
I miss that!

Submitted by "Name not given" ***
I remember in the 1980’s – Senior High Sunday School teacher, Mike McDonald quote, ‘Casting Pearls before swine,’ as he was an ordained minister teaching a group of undeserving teens.

Submitted by Doug Gilliland ***
I remember Larry Thomason telling me how faithful his mother had been to this church all her life. Though she is gone now, he and we remember and are grateful.

Submitted by Traci Bennett ***
One of my favorite spiritual memories took place after we returned from our very first women’s retreat. Rev. Jim Johnston, following his sermon and our sharing of our weekend, asked the “prayer warriors” from the retreat to stand in the aisle between the pews in the old sanctuary. We had intercessory prayer for the entire congregation. It was powerful for me and was a turning point in my own prayer life.

I also remember when I first moved into the community after marrying Wally. The first people to welcome me was Aunt Ella and Uncle Penny Bennett. I found a great deal of pleasure and learned much about the Cannon’s community and church from them. I also remember my first visitor after I began my job 13 years ago – Mr. Leon Arthur. He came in and introduced himself, and he has been one of my dearest friends since then.

Submitted by Dot Easler ***
I remember when Ms. Ella Bennett used to bring alive the stories she told intermixed with her original songs and piano playing. Everyone in the congregation was mesmerized and every child silent waiting for the storyline and characters to unfold.

I also remember Mrs. Edna Lancaster’s beautiful flower arrangements that graced the foyer entrance table. Each and every Sunday we could count on another “original” design. No two were ever alike, and she would use the most unusual containers such as baskets, jars, pitchers…you name it!

Submitted by Ruth Cannon ***
One of my early memories of Cannon’s Camp Ground UMC is the presentation of Bibles to third graders by Hugh Lark. Every year he came up with an inspiring and challenging message for them and the congregation.

Submitted by "Name not given" ***
I remember Mrs. Lloyd Hammett . . . . Robert Chapman’s 5th grade boys class . . . . Class trips to the Cherokee Speedway . . . . Rev. Bill McDonald . . . . Margie Gilmer’s Sunday School Class . . . . and Charles Hammett’s Jr. High Boys class.

Submitted by Rev. Jim Johnston ***
I remember when Mrs. Opal Keller had the pleasure of throwing a pie in the face of her preacher. The look on her face was priceless!