Deacon Gramps presided of course.

He arose from his seat, flung his quid of tobacco out of the window, squared himself against the pulpit, adjusted his eyeglasses near the point of his nose, and looking over them he addressed the assembly thus: "My brethering and sistern, we have met as members of the grand old Mount Olivet Church.
Here in this church our fathers met.

Here in this church our mothers met.

Here in this church our grandfathers met.

Here in this church our grandmothers met.