Mrs. Huber had a little plastic birthday cake that she kept hidden in our Sunday school classroom. She would get it out when one of us kids had a birthday. It was white and it had places where she could put real candles in it. I remember looking forward to her class for the sole reason that if, perchance, someone in our class had an impending birthday, we would get to see the plastic cake.
I’m sure Mrs. Huber taught us some great lessons from the Bible, but her smiling face and that amazing plastic cake are my fondest memories of my early Sunday school years. I don’t remember the toys. I don’t remember the specifics of the lessons, though I'm sure they impacted me. I don’t remember the other kids in my class.
There was, however, a little boy in my class who somehow remembers me. To this day, he talks about "a little girl with reddish hair and freckles who always squinted her eyes when she smiled." He also remembers going home from Mrs. Huber’s Sunday school class and telling his mom that he’s “Gonna marry that Kelly Jones girl.”
Bless my soul, he did.
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