My Ramblings

I’ve been thinking lately about a couple I came to know when I was 13 years old. Mike and Karen White were youth sponsors for our church youth group. The story about them is bittersweet. First, the sweet part.   The White’s were so influential to me and the other kids in our youth group. Mike was a big man who sported a bushy beard and reminded us of a mountain man. He had a laugh to go with his size and he was magnetic. The Whites had two sons, Eddie, who we called Little Mike and Todd, who were a few years younger than those of us in the group and they were like little brothers to us. We spent many hours at the White’s house doing Bible studies, playing games and just hanging out. I recall one time when Mike brought out a five gallon ceramic crock, filled it with water, dumped in a small bottle of sarsaparilla concentrate and added a big chunk of dry ice. In no time we had a five gallon batch of ice cold root beer that we drank until we were sick.  Once, our youth group