“What in the world is going on? I don’t understand this.” That is what the Rev. John E. Reid thought when he began feeling a strong pull—a real calling—to become a minister.
On any given Friday night, Orange County residents get together for parties of all kinds. But last Friday, it is safe to say the three adults and five children gathered in a 4-H meeting room in Orange were attending the county’s only fletching party.
Growing up on a farm in Orange County in the late 1930s and early 1940s, my playmates were both black and white children of our farm’s employees. We saw no “color” difference between our playmates and ourselves. At 6 years old, questions began to emerge.