Around the banks

I grew up in a traditional rural Southern home where my parents "parented" with a capital "P." The capital "P" was particularly applicable, as it applied to Sunday school and Worship service attendance. My brother and I found out early there was no need to argue, as any sass would result in Mama giving us that "bad old look." It was a non-verbal warning with a raising of the right eyebrow that said, "Get your clothes on and find your Sunday school lesson book. We ARE going to church." The days when we had "fellowship meals" were a major upside of attending church. Most churches in the Deep South, regardless of denomination, are famous for fellowship luncheons, dinners and anything in-b