Suddenly its 1994 all over again. I’ve been going through some archived church bulletins, posting some of the more interesting articles on the web. Thank goodness for optical character readers so I don’t have to type all of this in. Scan it, then open it in WordPad. 21st century technology is wonderful.
So I’m reading “Echos from the Basement.” “Ken’s Korner.” “Magnify His Name.” Russian Trip reports. Building on our faith inituatives. You’ve come a long way, baby.
So I read about people who I’ve never heard of getting baptized or placing membership. Where are they? Did they fall through the cracks? I have no idea.
And Dot Zumbro loaned me some of her church bulletins from the 1970s. I’m going to try to find a notebook to put them in and then donate them to the church library. Interesting stuff. I don’t know how they printed them. Maybe using carbon paper. It’s obvious the type on there is old typewriter font on preprinted templates.