Two people stand out to me when I think of those days; my mom and Bro. Paige.
Bro. Paige was an older man. I don't know how old, because when you are young anyone older is old. But, if my memory is close to being correct, I would say he died, maybe when I was in junior high school and he was probably in his 80s at that time. Anyway, when he would get up to tell his testimony, he would always start with a song. He would sing, "How I got over. How I got over. My soul looks back and wonder, how I got over."
I don't know why that stood out to me so much. As a young child it did not have any real meaning to me, but heaven knows, it is the song of my heart now, except I don't wonder, I know it is God.