I grew up in the mountains of Western North Carolina where I attended a Southern Baptist Church all my life. Every September on the 4th Saturday and 4th Sunday, my church participated in what we called the Associational Singing Convention. It was great fun and I looked forward to it every year. However, it was only after I was grown and had left the small mountain community where I grew up that I learned the history of this tradition - how old it really was and the fact that it is for the most part an abandoned and forgotten custom.
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