Posts from 2026

Some time between 1950 and 1952 I saw the hole to hell. I was three or four years of age. We were living in Fordyce, Arkansas where my father pastored the First Baptist Church. The hole to hell could be seen on the main road leading through the residential area by the flag pole in front of the High School. The hole was otherwise known as a concrete planter, or, as I could see years later, a concrete bench that…