Those of you that read this regular series know that I am from Hackett, Arkansas, just a mile or so from the Oklahoma border, and just about 10 miles south of the Arkansas River. It was a redneck sort of place, and just zoom onto my previous posts to understand a bit about it.
Hackett had several churches, both in town and outside of town. I can think of three in town, a Southern Baptist, and Assembly of God, and my little church, the Hackett Methodist Church. I do not know when it was formed, but the old building had extremely high ceilings, frosted whitish windows, handsome hanging light fixtures, and a belfry.
There were four rooms: the main sanctuary and three smaller rooms for children’s Sunday School, divided by age into preschool, grade school, and high school. The adults used the main sanctuary for their Sunday School.
I can not remember exactly how many pews the old building held, but I would guess that it would seat around 200 people, hardly ever seen except for Christmas, Easter, and some weddings. Normally around 40 or so people, including children would attend on any given Sunday.