4 thoughts on “Got a fun Story?

  1. When I transferred my membership to DeSoto UCC, as it was known then, things were very different.
    I sat toward the back of the sanctuary for church, Don Dietrich sat behind me. Every Sunday he would count the church attendees.
    If there were not at least 100, he grumped. Then, he would recount, hoping he had been wrong the first time. Sometimes,
    he was and would become more cheerful.

    Women were expected to wear skirts or dresses to services. (I hated this, but wore them anyway.) One cold evening
    (I don’t remember the occasion.), Blanch Fallet and her elderly mother arrived in pants! The following Sunday, at least a quarter
    of the women, including me, wore pants! The number got greater, for which I am grateful.

    I know these memories are not spiritual, but they have stuck in my mind all these years. I treasure them, and miss
    the people involved.

  2. One of the best things about moving to De Soto in 1985 was finding a UCC church nearby as I had been a member of that denomination since birth. My husband and son joined the church at the same time along with another family – the Anderson”s. At that time we had a nice group of children in Sunday School, but they were all boys except one girl. Luckily she could hold her own with this group.

    As a family we felt so welcomed that it was a much easier transition from my “home church” to my new one than I anticipated. Hope UCC has always been a very welcoming church to anyone who comes through the doors which is something that makes me very proud.

  3. As a new bride I choose to attend my husbands church since it was so close to our house. Even though it was different than my home church I felt happy as long as we were worshiping together. Everyone smiled at me but there was not much conversation until “Time Change” . We failed to change our clock and arrived for the closing song. It seemed that everyone sought me out and had something to say to me (in a laughing way of course).

  4. Wednesday, August 27, 1947. De Soto, MO. In a letter to her parents in OH, my mother, Ruth E. Scheef (nee Fulton) wrote:

    “We just got back a little while ago from down at the Congregational church and got Chas (my 3½ year-old older brother) to bed. The men met at 5:30 and cleaned up the yard and it sure was a mess. There were quite a few of them and Dick (Richard Louis Scheef, Jr, a recently ordained graduate of Eden Theological Seminary) got a jar of nescafe and I got cups from the other church and took my tea kettle and served them coffee and doughnuts when they got done and they seemed to enjoy it and appreciate it.. . The inside of the church iis sure a mess and will need a lot of work done on it. Eventually they will probably move up there and it sure is a lot nicer than the other church. They have a nice kitchen and a electric stove and it was working even after all these years of not being in use so I boiled the water on it. The yard ws so grown up in weeds and grass so they sure did go after it and had a big bon fire burning the stuff but it did not burn too good since it was so damp from the rains.”

    Mom wrote home every day that she was apart from her parents. Her mother transcribed these letters and postcards in a diary written mostly in the 3rd person about the doings of my parents 1940 – 1949. Grandma condensed the notes to the essentials in the small space allotted for each date in the diary, using many abbreviations because the entries could accommodate only 100 or so words.

    I have several letters from Mom that match Grandma’s diary entries. This one seemed important because it was written from 406 South Third Street, De Soto, where they were living when I was born in June 1949. Important, moreover, it shows the merger of two congregations that would later be combined as the United Church of Christ. Other details show how hard my mom and dad worked to keep the congregation not only alive but thriving. Dad graduated from Eden in 1947, I believe, and served as the student pastor at the De Soto E&R church.

    For Monday, August 25, 1947, Grandma reported this news she had received from De Soto: “The two churches have voted to go together, all excited.” An electrical storm, she also noted caused power outages throughout the evening.

    I’m wondering if the building — a magnificent structure — that now embodies Hope UCC is the place my dad and parishioners cleaned up of weeds and grass for making it ready to receive Dad’s E&R congregation. I have looked on google maps to find that the home of my birth appears to be an overpass of Pratt or South Third Street.

    That’s the story I’ve put together so far. — Bob Scheef, August 12, 2020.

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