My Baptism (January 10, 1960)

I was baptized 65 years ago today. Here, my Uncle John is holding me in his lap. He drove from Memphis to Farmington, Missouri to baptize me on January 10, 1960. At the time, my father was assistant superintendent of the Presbyterian Home for Children of Missouri.

Three weeks earlier, just before my second birthday, I was formally adopted into the family of George and Roberta Wingard. Good Presbyterians, they believed the promises of the covenant are for believers and their children. Together, parents and child, share the sign and seal of the covenant – baptism.

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The toy chest in the lower right corner is the only piece of furniture I possess from my childhood. It gives me pleasure to see my grandchildren use it when they come to Jackson.