On June 6, 1944, my twin sister and I were 10 years old. The two of us were playing in front of the house. Our mother came out in a clean, starched house dress.
She said that she was going to church for a special prayer meeting for the war.
We lived on Eighth Avenue. We were devoted members of the Memorial Drive United Methodist Church. It had been chosen by city officials as the site of this prayer meeting for West Town.
My dad worked at Decatur Iron and Steel. That company thought that pressure of the war might require his going to work on short notice. A telephone had been put in our house. My sister Betty remembers that part. Betty had just passed her 15th birthday. She went with mother to the prayer meeting. She says that it was a somber gathering.
My dad always came home for lunch. I remember my mother reporting to him about the prayer meeting over lunch. She told of persons who had attended who never came to that church as a rule. There were many. She told that the painters came wearing their white work clothes. They would go to work after the service.
Undoubtedly there were other locations in town for similar services.
Once, I repeated this experience to a veteran of the D-Day fighting. He was impressed. He didn't know that anybody did such a thing.
My twin sister and I graduated from Decatur High School in 1952. I graduated from the University of Alabama in 1956. She graduated from Birmingham-Southern that year.
Later in 1944 my brother, Charles, enlisted in the Navy and served in the South Pacific. Jo Ann, my twin sister, died in 2014 in Sparta, Tennessee.
Letha Nan Parker Conrad