It is (dun, dun, dun...dramatic pause) Apostolic Faith Church..."AF." A-F. Yes, we were AFers. Down below, you will see pictures of the "tabernacle" It is where they have their services for two weeks during campmeeting. The whole area is right across the street from the Portland "HQ" church. It's kind of like a camp ground with cabins and places to park your trailer. It also has a restaurant that has the best food ever! (made from recipes passed down from great-grandmothers)
As we said, our ancestors all went there. And we attended AF until we were 3 years old. When we were three, our parents made the switch to City Bible Church. But every year, we would always go to campmeeting at least once. Now, you must understand that most of my family has gone to campmeeting at one time or another. Many of them still do, so when we show up it's like being in the middle of one great big family reunion!
For them.
Not so much for us, because for the life of us, we can never figure out who half the people are when they ask "Are you Paige, or Laurel?" And we look at them and think, "OH MY STINKIN'WORD. HOW DO YOU KNOW ME?!" Because we are looking at them, staring at them even, and we honestly have not one single solitary clue on this whole planet who they are.
Seriously. So you just grin, bear it and give the appearance of remembrance and recognition. This happens about 2 dozen times during the night. That, not including the other 3 dozen people we do know!
Like so many of the kids our age we grew up with. Our moms were pregnant together and we would play in church nursery as babies. Even though we never saw them very often, we'd totally reconnect as soon as we saw them. It seemed like not a day had gone by since we were together.
This year was especially cool because we got to spend the night for the first time. Even though "technically", we weren't supposed to be there. But we got special permission since we are seriously, related to so many people. Some of them "conveniently" being pastors!
Yeah, we have good times at Campmeeting.
Paige and Laurel
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Boy, could I tell you stories about Camp Meeting! I have lots of fun memories. When I was a kid, it was three weeks long and before me, it was 7 I hear. Yes, the best food ever at good prices and I always shared a cabin with a friend. My first time to share I was 12 and it was with Kathy Woolf. Our parents had a cabin on either side of us. Also, when I was a kid, there was no HQ across the street...just parking for the tabernacle, and we called it the nabertackle. I also remember the only bathrooms/showers were downstairs across the breezeway of the nabertackle. I could go on, but you get the idea. Glad you got to stay all night.
Aunt Peggy
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