Much of the family’s social life revolved around the Euclid Avenue United Brethren church.
It’s where my parents met as part of the youth program, for one thing, and where we worshiped until buying a house across town when I was five.
It grew out of the Summit Street congregation led by bishop Milton Wright, father of the aviation pioneers, before a division in the denomination.
By the time I came along, they were now Evangelical United Brethren but failed to adapt to the racially changing neighborhood. They sold the 1910 structure to the Mount Enon Missionary Baptist church, which appears to be thriving.
Myrl and Donna pose as the camera looks toward Main Street.
Anyone want to comment on the changing fashion style?
Any obvious differences?
Grandpa and Grandma loved having a crowd over for dinner, usually after church on Sunday. This looks like a younger group, possibly a Saturday night, wrapping up dessert.
I suspect Orpha Binkley is at lower left, but I’m not certain. The rest of the group is a mystery.
These events permitted nothing stronger than coffee, and no money was ever wagered on the games that might follow.
Games? Grandpa’s father never would have approved.
The back of the picture says this was his high school graduation portrait, but I’m guessing it’s more of a formal yearbook shot. The year is 1940.
Either way, there’s no mistaking his wavy hair, which cousin Floyd insisted was a Hodson family trait, one I didn’t inherit. Floyd also noted that the waves didn’t return to Dad after the Army-Air Force barbers did their job.
A genealogy regarding Piedmont Quaker pioneer George Hodgson and his lines
Orphan George 