First Presbyterian Church of Bonham, TX

On the way home from our trip to Oklahoma, I was driving, and Ray was sleeping, so I made a little detour off the highway to drive down main street in Bonham looking for the church where my grandparents, Newman and Pauline Smith, were married on September 6, 1935.  I had seen pictures of the church but had never been there in person.  Once I saw it, I knew immediately that was it.  It was so much fun to be there and imagine them there all those years ago.  It was also the church my grandmother grew up attending.  I was able to get some pictures of the church and of my kids in front of the church.  The only hitch in my plan was when I stayed back to take a few more pictures and Landry somehow jumped out of the car when the kids were getting back in.  It was a 30 minutes fiasco resulting in her running up and down main street and me standing in the middle of the road stopping traffic.  It's a good thing we were in a small town...I don't think people would have been so kind and patient with us in the big city.  When it was all said and done and we were back on the road, it was definitely worth it to see and get pictures of the church.