In a message dated 1/23/0 2:48:07 AM, you wrote: <<Little Flock Cem. It pleases me very much that this cemetery wasn't plowed under. That is what one of our oldtime Sullivan's told a cousin of mine just the other day. We hope he was wrong, as he claims some of our Sullivans are buried there.>> Kay, As we all know small communities show the most change. Perhaps this person was thinking about a church at Little Flock. I write true stories for my grandchildren, sometimes. Perhaps you would enjoy this one. ********** In 1950 ,though we lived in Temple. We attended numerous revivals being held from time to time by various Church of Christ throughout the Bell County area. One such revival was held by Little Flock Church of Christ. It was held under the open tabernacle located about a mile west of the schoolhouse and cemetery. Electric lights, fans and a nice summer breeze from the creek nearby made an enjoyable surrounding to hear songs of praise and a sermon from a dedicated preacher. Career took us away from Bell County. Our roots still hung on, though. In 1961 due to family illness and feeling the need to be home; we purchased one hundred and eighty eight acres just six miles east of Temple. Touring the local county roads to see places we had not seen in a few years; we happened down Little Flock Road. To our sad surprise the tabernacle was really old and in desperate need of much repair. Upon inquiry; we learned the that members of the Little Flock Church of Christ had joined the Temple congregation. Hence the old tabernacle was now being used to store winter hay. The grounds had been incorporated with the adjoining farmland. A few old broken and weathered pews were still piled in the brush along the creek bank. With permission; we scrambled through the pile and found one that seemed repairable. After cutting it to fit between two front porch posts; then came a lot of scraping, sanding, renailing slats and applying several coats of paint. Our renovated home was originally built in 1895. The architechure of that time period featured large porches, big posts on a huge wooden frame house trimmed in black. This house certainly could accommodate a porch bench eleven feet long. That dear old bench has not only been sat upon by numerous friends and family members; it has been a conversation piece for strangers that knock on our door. There is no record when our porch bench-pew was built; but it has adorned our front porch since the summer of 1961. With the memories it has have created ; that thing is destined to be here as long as this old house stands.