When we moved to Glendive, Montana in 1934 my parents found a church they wanted us to attend. This is as I remember it. We would attend Christmas Eve and Sunday meetings on the main floor and they had nice wooden benches. My Dad sang in the choir. In the basement they would have Bible School in the summer and I liked the activities very much. It is the Congregational Church and we could walk there from our house on the South Side.
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