At 2:00 a.m. on Sunday morning, we officially turn our clocks forward one hour. The good thing: more daylight to garden. The bad thing: I lose another hour changing all those clocks around the house. Thankfully the iPhone and computer are smart enough to do it without my assistance. The microwave...not so self-sufficient.
I grew up in the 1970s in rural Northeast Arkansas. As far back as I can remember, I attended Brinkley Chapel Church. The church looked as you might imagine with towering pecan trees, a circle gravel driveway and a carpet of clover growing from the back door to the surrounding cotton fields. Inside, a mixture of friends and family filled the pews each time the doors were open.
One year before Sunday school, Uncle Rosie addressed the congregation with important new business. He proposed Brinkley Chapel NOT follow Daylight Savings Time. He felt it was unnecessary. He presented the issue for vote.
I think of this each spring and fall. I love that our faithful congregation of forty-five thought we could make such a decision with no regard for the rest of the county, state, nation...
After much consideration and debate, we decided it would be too confusing for everyone else. Brinkley Chapel went along with it as well.
Is it time for another vote?
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