"The little house on Cedar Street seemed spacious to us in comparison to the cramped apartment we left behind in Seminary Village, an apartment complex at the Southern Baptist Seminary in Louisville, Kentucky. We lived there while Clarence was in seminary, and during that time, our family grew from one child to three children, so it was really packed by the time we left. In reality, the parsonage on Cedar Street was a rather small structure. On the main floor, there was the living room (no foyer), large kitchen, one bath, and two small bedrooms, with a little hallway connecting all but the front bedroom. The kitchen was also the dining area, but it had a real plus, especially for the 1950’s—there was a dishwasher! The back porch was enclosed and laundry facilities were there. Upstairs were two rooms under the sloping eaves; we used one for an office and the other as a child’s bedroom.

The house was heated by electric wall heaters and was not insulated. Before our second winter there, the church had the house insulated. They had discovered that our heating bill each month of the first winter had been equivalent to one week’s salary.

Our neighbor was Mr. Horace Speck, member and deacon at First Baptist Church. He was such a dear man and a very good neighbor. His ample garden separated our two houses, and he loved to share the yield of his crops with his pastor’s family. We moved to Livingston in June 1957. During the spring of that year, while the parsonage was unoccupied, Mr. Horace had planted sweet potatoes in about two-thirds of the very large back yard. He gave away sweet potatoes all over town that summer. We definitely were not gardeners, so the yard subsequently became a playground for our children.

Because the church was often not heated or cooled between services, our home was essentially the church office, too. Many times I had to quickly clear toys and games from the living room to prepare it for an unexpected wedding. It was not uncommon to also become the official witness. Our house was often the stopping-place of people "passing through Livingston" who needed some kind of financial help or food. The church eventually set up a benevolence fund to help with that problem.

We think the home was purchased about the time Jim Adkins was pastor. He showed up in our yard one day, examining the little tree that had been planted when he lived there.

The house was sold in October 1964, with plans to build a new pastorium at the site of the new church. When First Baptist Church, Pulaski called us, we had just moved into a rental home while awaiting the construction of the new house.

When we moved to Cedar Street in 1957, our children were 5 ½ , 1 ½ , and 6 months. When we left, they were 13, 8, and 7. The little house on Cedar Street witnessed some precious growing-up years. It holds many sweet memories for us."