How I Became a "Crouse" - Scene One

Mama PC

It's a very long story. Grab a cup of hot cinnamon tea. I met the man who is now my husband back in 1974 when he was 22, and I was 14. Our families had both moved to Wichita Falls in 1972, but did not attend the same church. Papa JC was assisting with music at a large church on the "rich" side of town, and I was involved in a smaller church, where my father was the pastor. In 1974, an ensemble he was working with musically, came to a competition at our church's facility. I remember seeing this older man sitting on the back row of the sanctuary, his an out-of-date hairstyle, and clothes that reminded me of people who were out-of-style. My sister and I walked up to him and smiled and told him "hello" and he smiled back sweetly. That is the BEGINNING of our story.