When I was a kid in the Detroit Ward, my best friend was Evie Stetson. Evie had 2 older brothers and one younger one. They lived in Marvin Gardens - a bad, bad place in Detroit. Evie's mom was divorced so the sole authority they had at home was the mother. And she worked full time to keep a roof over their heads.
The oldest brother's name was Wally. He was maybe 5 years older than me, so I didn't have much to do with him. One Sunday evening, Wally was at the sacrament table. He and another boy had blessed the sacrament and remained in their seats. The row facing them was full of deacons who had already passed the sacrament.
I was sitting in a pew with my father about half-way down on the same side of the church.
In the middle of someone's talk, a loud bang was heard and smoke came billowing out of Wally's mouth, nose and ears.
Dr. Martineau was in the Bishopric at this time, so he was sitting on the stage not too far from Wally. He came rushing off the stage. grabbed Wally and ran him down the aisle and out the front doors by the back of his neck. No one had any idea what had happened!
After Sacrament Meeting was over we found out what happened. Wally had a small smoke bomb he was playing with. For some unknown reason he put the little bomb in his mouth and chomped down on it. It exploded in his mouth.
Dr. Martineau examined Wally and found him to be in o.k. health.
There were a few moments in Detroit that made Sacrament Meeting an exciting place to be.
Thursday, October 22, 2009
The Big Bang
Posted by KHamlin at 8:10 AM
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