One of the fondest memories of frontier times was Saturday night. The animals were fed, chores were done, supper dishes were washed and the old “Potbelly” stove had a roaring fire.
Grandpa took the family bible from the shelf, donned his glasses, and lit a candle. His pocket watch was placed nearby as a timer for the “Bible Hour.” No one was allowed to talk…just listen! And it lasted exactly 1 hour…not a minute less. (That is unless Grandpa fell asleep while he was reading.)
Grandpa’s gone now, but I often reflect on those times the family put aside all else, to learn of the things contained in that old black leather book. | 
