The Three C’s

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For years, Arizona has been known as the state of  five “C”s.  They are Cotton, Citrus, Cattle, Copper and Climate.

In my last article, I wrote about how the Christy family kept our church buildings clean, including the shine on the now covered up hardwood floor.  Years ago, P.P.C. should have had a slogan, “A CHURCH WITH THREE C’s”.  The CHRISTY CLEANING CREW.  I wrote about how the whole family of eight would spend evenings after school or Saturdays to clean P.P.C.  Roy was Director of Maintenance for Dysart Schools and Barbara was a teacher.  P.P.C. was the next stop on the way home from Dysart, about ten miles west of Peoria.  Probably the six children wanted to hear, “When school is our, come straight home.”  But, they had no choice as they were passengers and mom or dad was behind the wheel.

I visited Barbara in a Hospice Care Center and I saw two people beside Barbara, who I knew.  Sue Dalaly from P.P.C. was ath here bedside and the other was Barbara’s daughter, Carol Cronne.  As I visited with Barbara, she knew who I was and what I said, but was silent, only smiling and nodding her head.  Carol helped with the conversation.

Carl has retired after thirty years as a Special Needs Teacher’s Assistant with the Phoenix Union School District6.  This was hard for me to swallow, because when I think of the six Christy children, (six C’s), I think of them as Jr. or Sr. High youth in our church as the had originally arrived from Ohio in a Rambler station wagon some forty five years ago.

In my Harwood Floor article, I wrote how the whole family was involved in keeping our building spotless.  Carol and I discussed the days of maintenance at P.P.C.  Each child was given a cleaning duty.  In between jobs or if the parents were in a different room, the kids would play hide and seek in the fellowship hall.  Think about it, there is not a good hiding spot in the fellowship hall, unless under a table and you are sure to be found quickly.  The closets are “Fibber McGee” closets.  For you young ones, years ago, before TV, there was a radio program, Fibber McGee and Molly.  When they opened the closet it sounded like a wall came tumbling down.  Carol share with me, that she had a bad leg joint that would pop, so when it was her time to hide, the others would listen for the pop and just follow the popping noise and she was caught.

On my recent visit with Barbara, her silence was nothing new to me.  She held down a back pew and was quiet except to speak to you.  She never bad mouthed anyone or caused any waves in a meeting discussion.  She was a good Deacon, a good P.P.C. member, a good wife, and mother.  Carol told me that with her father, Roy’s job at Dysart School, he had to at times, fly to Wisconsin or the east coast to pick up a new Blue Bird school bus and drive it home to Dysart School.  Barbara would go with Roy for the ride and maybe to help keep Roy awake.  The last is my thought about it…because when I drove for Peoria on a long trip, if there weren’t any noisy kids on the bus, I would get sleepy).  That was a long drive, but Barbara had plenty of leg room and room to roam up and down in the aisle, unless the “driver” would say, “Sit down back there”, as we had to tell our students while in motion.

On this note, I was the driver for my twin daughter’s volleyball game and their coach yelled at them and pulled them out of the game.  Dad did not take that very lightly.  On the way home, the coach was constantly up and down the aisle.  I decided I had not done a brake check on the trip, so I had better do it.  It so happened, the coach was up walking in the aisle and if you are familiar with the air brakes, they brake fast and hard.  You should know the rest of the story.  The coach went flying, but did not say a thing.

If you have any memories of the C.C.C. or the eight C Christy Family, please write it or tell me. Ken Johnson.

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