I loved the Dramas. It provided a "way out" of being subjected to boring talks all evening.
I was in the drama in 1972 or 1973, I don't remember, of Naaman and the little Israelite girl. I loved being the center of attention. My Mother thought I was, for once, the creme of the crop, the top of the top. For one small time.. I was actually getting attention! My Mother made sure I had the costumes, all my lines memorized, and knew the moves on the stage. I was secretly thrilled because I beat out over 100 girls for the part. Even though I was an UNBAPTIZED publisher. I was glad because I never got baptized. My Mother got some glory in the congregation cuz she was a pioneer.. and she was never recognized cuz of her unbelieving mate.. and when I did this.. the congregation was just SO TICKLED that I had been chosen for a district assembly convention.. and God must be spreading his blessing on our family. I reveled in it. I had four brothers that I took cre of.. younger than I was.. and they were put on hold and my mother made SURE i made it to all rehearsals, had all my costumes, knew all my lines.
Me myself I thought it was great that I was getting all this attention from my Mother who never thought of me anything more than as a hand servant ot take care of her four boys and clean her house.
For once in my life I was a star. I reveled in it. now.. Im just embarassed.
CG