For most of you who read my rants and raves often, you know that I am a Brother Van Methodist. In my family that all got started when my uncle Robert Charles Stuart died at age 6 from eating a poisoned apple by mistake.
Up until that time Grandma and Grandpa Stuart did not go to church at all. But after Bobby died they decided to start going to church and of course they had to be Methodists. Grandpa Stuart’s father was a Methodist tent preacher in Virginia. Grandpa Stuart’s brother John in addition to being an engineer on the Great Northern was a Methodist preacher for six High-line towns and...