Breckinridge-Hardin County KyArchives Biographies.....Lynch, Katie Mae Minter August 3, 1901 - November 1, 1976 ************************************************ Copyright. All rights reserved. http://www.usgwarchives.net/copyright.htm http://www.usgwarchives.net/ky/kyfiles.html ************************************************ File contributed for use in USGenWeb Archives by: Dana Brown http://www.genrecords.net/emailregistry/vols/00005.html#0001067 February 26, 2006, 9:01 pm Author: Katie Mae Minter Lynch SOME OF THE HIGHLIGHTS OF MY LIFE by KATIE MAE MINTER I was born on August 8, 1901 in Hardin County, Kentucky, near Vertrees, in a little two room frame house on the banks of Rough Creek, near a cool refreshing spring of water, which is now beside Highway 86. Many travelers stop for a refreshing drink for themselves or their car. The farm on which I was born belonged to Mr. and Mrs. George Stiles and their two children, Wilbur and Lela Mae, by and for whom I was named. When they looked at me for the first time, my mother asked “What shall we call her”? Wilbur said, “We will take part of Lela Mae’s name and put them together and call her Katie Mae. So, that is how I got my name. My parents were Emmette Green Minter and Daisy Ann (Clater) Minter. They were working on this farm at the time of my birth. My mother had been a maid in the Stiles home for several years before her marriage. Having been without a father at the age of nine and each being the oldest in their family with younger brothers and sisters to help care for, many responsibilities were encountered by them. Both worked very hard for their living. Mother’s wages in the Stiles’ home was fifty cents per week, plus board and a few clothes. When I was born I was very frail and tiny, only weighed about six pounds. No one expected me to live. Mother has told me many times of how she dreamed of my dying. The day I was two weeks old, as she was carrying me through the door from one room to the other, a large bumble bee flew through the unscreened door and stung me on the soft spot of my head. Of course, she thought that would be the end of me. But God knew he could use me. So, I lived on through a childhood of much sickness and suffering. Following is a poem I wrote for mother in later years in memory of the dream she had when I was a baby: MY FIRST BORN When my first born a tiny girl On the bed beside me lay, She was so small and weak, it seemed Not long with me she’d stay. While lying there I had a dream, I thought then it meant I could not keep my baby long, It’s life would soon be spent. In robes so white I saw my babe A hovering o’er my head, Her little form on angel wings Sailed just above my head I reached my arms and tried my best To grasp her robe so white, But she just sailed a bit too high, I could not reach her, quite. My dream didn’t mean what I supposed I’m very glad to say, For that was thirty years ago, My child still lives today. Many times she’s been quite ill, We’d think she’d surely go, While lying on her bed of pain, Death’s angels hovered low. God saw best to spare her life For which I praise his name, Now she to womanhood has grown I love her just the same. ‘Tis she who writes this poem Of memories of me, ‘Tis she who daily prays for me No matter where I be. God saved her soul when but a child At the age of just eleven Still, today she presses on Toward that home in Heaven .By her awkward childish prayer Our family worship started, I’m so glad that from this rule We never since have parted. She was first to see God’s one true way And step by step she goes, When asked to be immersed, In blindness, I opposed. But by her simple trust in God To me light did reveal, T’was through affliction sent to her, I learned God’s power to heal. Today, we are far apart But our spirits are near, When we for each other pray, It fills our hearts with cheer. The memory of her little form Is still sailing o’er my head, When I’m weary, worn and tired, In prayers she’s near my bed. When life is done, earth is no more A sweet though comes to me ,This little soul will sail with me Throughout eternity. I went to school in a little one-room house named Capps, near Custer, Ky. My first and most loved teacher was Mr. Virgil Harned. He would let me ride with him on his trusty horse to and from school each day for several days. When I think of it now, I marvel at how a young man on only 18 could be so interested in such an unimportant little girl as I was. I was the oldest of five children. My next sister, Cora Pearl, was just 20 months younger than I. She was a healthy, hardy child and soon caught up with me in size. Mother dressed us alike and many people thought we were twins. Shortly after she was old enough to start to school an epidemic of Scarlet Fever broke out in school. I was the first in our family to take the disease. Cora was apparently well as she left for school and waved an said “Good bye Papa” as she went through the front gate. In the afternoon she was brought home by someone from school. She had a very high temperature and was delirious. This was on a Thursday - she never gained consciousness again and died on Saturday. Her sudden death brought conviction to my father and he yielded his heart to God and was saved. Before this, my father drank quite a bit, but after this our home was changed. I never saw my father drunk again. I had only one brother whose name was William Galen, named after both my grandfathers, and the name really intrigued me. I shall never forget how I pondered that name over and over in my mind. It must have had a lasting effect, as I named one of my sons, Floyd Galen, and he, in turn, named his son Larry Galen. I had another sister named for my grandmother Minter, Mary Ellen, whom I loved very much. She being 10 years younger than I, was cuddled and petted a lot. She only lived a few days over 15 years. She contacted Typhoid Fever and she and my father died just four weeks apart with the same disease. My baby sister’s name was Jennie Elizabeht, after my grandmother Clater. After father’s death, she and mother were left alone. Later, mother married a man from Texhoma, Oklahoma. Mother and Jennie moved to Oklahoma to live when Jennie was only 11 years old. I never saw her again for 20 ½ years. She was married and had two sons. She was then Mrs. Clyde Clark. Now back to my childhood. My grandmother Minter was a widow and lived near our home. She kept one of her little grandsons after his mother died. Aaron Minter was his name. I would stay home and go to school in the day time, but would go each evening real late and stay with grandmother and Aaron at night. I would go home early the next morning. This continued for many years. At about the age of 9, I began to grow and by the time I was 11, I was quite a chubby little miss. As my body grew, my mind also grew. One day as my very dear playmate, Shellie Wortham, and I were talking about a revival meeting that was in progress at that time, God spoke to my heart and made me know I was a sinner, from that time till I was saved I was under conviction. I went to the altar once at Custer Methodist Church but no one seemed much interested in me since I was just a child. Only one person said anything to me and it was a lady. She just said “Give your heart to God while it is young and tender”. But no one prayed with me. I was deeply under conviction as I walked home that night, which was about two miles, and I had a very heavy heart. Many nights I would cry and pray and wished that I had never been born. Many times I would go alone and pray, but couldn’t have enough faith to believe that God would do what he said he would do. This continued for some time, then one Thursday night in October, 1912, I went to my grandmother’s house as usual and went to bed, but couldn’t sleep, as conviction was so deeply upon me. I rolled and tossed, prayed and cried. Finally I got out of bed and down on my knees and really begged God to forgive me and give me peace within. That step of faith seemed so hard for me. Finally I said, “Lord, I’ve done all I know to do, I’m sick and tired of sin, I never expect to sin again as long as I live – if I never feel any different, I’m going to live for you”. I got off my knees and walked out in the yard and looked up into the Heavens and OH what pace and calm came over my soul. Praise God. I knew he had forgiven me. I was only 11 years old then, but I know today that it was just as real then as now. Friends don’t ever discourage a child, they need our help. The next day I told my school mates about it. Some asked if I went to church. When I told them I got saved at home, they said they would want to be at church where people could see them. Thanks God, he is no respecter of person or place. For days and weeks I rejoiced in his wonderful love. He put a desire in my heart to work for him and tell others about him. I would like to tell you how God answers a little girl’s prayer. Before I was saved my parents claimed to be Christians, but I had never heard them pray or testify. I thought about this a lot and wished they would have a family altar where we all could pray together. I had a new testament my school teacher gave me for perfect attendance. I would read each night before going to bed. I especially liked to read to my father as he could not read. God seemed to tell me it was my duty to read for him. I would read aloud then kneel by my bed and pray in secret. I did this for some time and God kept talking to my heart until one day I decided I would ask them to have prayer after I read. Oh, how my heart beat fast and hard as I neared the end of the chapter. When I had finished I managed to say in a very quivering voice “I feel like we ought to have family prayer”. I suppose it was as hard for them to answer as it had been for me to ask. Father never said anything and mother said if that was the way I felt to go ahead or something to that effect. So we knelt and in my awkward, childish way I prayed a short feeble prayer. Then the devil told me I had made a terrible mess, that it wasn’t my place to lead family prayer as I wasn’t the head of the house and many lies as the devil always doesn’t. God knew my heart and kept me from believing the devil. I do not remember one word of that prayer now and have often wished I did, since I could have a recording of it and play it back. That cannot be done now, but I know God has a recording angel and I will meet it at the judgment. To men it would sound very poor and ignorant, yet I am sure God took the desire of my heart for my prayer and heard and answered it, for some time later my parents erected a family altar and many were the fervent prayers I have heard them pray with tears streaming down their cheek as they cried to God for lost souls. I also heard them offer thanks around the table and testify to the saving grace of God. Today, they both have gone on to their reward, but happy memories of their Christian lives linger on in my heart. I thank God over and over, because he heard and answered my prayers and gave me a praying father and mother. I had never heard of the Church of God. The only thing I knew was Methodist and Baptist. I thought it was like politics, you had to be one or the other. There were some things about each that I liked and disliked. I didn’t like the close communion the Baptist held and I didn’t like sprinkling for baptism the Methodist practiced, so I struggled between the two and finally decided to join the Methodist, with intentions to ask to be immersed. The night I joined with several others the minister, Rev. Oda Penic, preached about baptism and said “It didn’t matter how we did it, dip, pour or sprinkle, it all meant the same”. So, being a child and not knowing the scriptures, I supposed he was right. I was sprinkled with the rest, but there was always a longing to be immersed like or Saviour was. I didn’t have an opportunity to attend church regularly as I lived two miles from church and my only mode of transportation was walk or ride horseback. My parents went some to revivals or special occasions, but that was about all. Through the summer months there was Sunday School in our little one-room school house near my home. I was thrilled to go every Sunday that was possible. A relative and neighbor, Milton Minter, was in charge of this Sunday School. He has gone on to his reward. As I grew older I met a young man who was a Christian and we began going steady. We attended a Methodist revival at Poplar Grove – Rev. W. T. Deacon was the Pastor. The last night of the revival he said there would be a baptizing at the Hair Pond, Sunday afternoon, as some of the converts wished to be immersed, so I thought now was my chance. I went to the Pastor after service and told him I already belonged to the Methodist Church, but wasn’t satisfied with my baptism. He said they would baptize me Sunday with the others. As we went home I told the young man I was with about it and he said unless he joined the church they couldn’t baptize him. This young man had heard about the Church of God and didn’t believe in joining the church. He began bringing me Christian literature, Gospel Trumpets, etc. to read. At first I was sort of skeptical about it as I had heard so much talk about the Church of God and Bro. Harrington who preached this doctrine—he was called a comeouter, one body, and many names I didn’t understand. I began to get my eyes open. If my friend was a Christian and I believe he was, and this minister had seen him work and pray around the altar to help souls get saved, why couldn’t he baptize him? Well, God always works things out for the best if we are living for him. I was sick on that Sunday and couldn’t be baptized and my mother was bitterly opposed to it, so I still had to wait. Not too long afterwards my boyfriend, Rufus T. Lynch, and I were married on November 10, 1918. My mother saw the light of the Church of God and was drawn closer to God. Through my affliction before our first child was born, she stayed with me several weeks and saw the condition I was in. The doctor said there was not much hope for either the baby or me. He was quite sure the baby would die and perhaps both. We were trusting in the Lord to heal us. Mother said if I lived she would believe in Divine healing. Praise God, I am still here and that baby is past 40 and is still living. At last we had a baptism at the Dickerson Pond one Sunday afternoon in 1920. My mother, my husband’s sister Leura, my husband and I, along with others followed our Lord in immersion. A long-time desire of my heart-Bro. Wesley Harrington officiated. I began to study God’s word and realized my need of sanctification. I had not been taught much about it, but I had a hungering for more of God. So, one night when my husband came in from work, I had the supper ready, but I didn’t eat. He asked why I didn’t eat? I told him I was hungry for a closer walk with God. After supper we went in our living room and knelt in prayer. God wonderfully sanctified my soul. Praise his name forever. It is an experience I will never forget. I have been a much stronger Christian ever since. I started teaching Sunday School in a little tabernacle Bro. Harrington and my husband erected on my father-in-law’s farm near the Custer-Rosetta Road. We had some good services and Sunday School during the summer months, Bro. Harrington doing the preaching. Later, we had Sunday School in an abandoned store building in front of our house. God showed me definitely I must teach Sunday School as that seemed the way he could use me at that time. When the old store building and tabernacle were no longer available, I would gather the children together in my home on Sunday afternoons to study God’s word, sing and pray. We attended church and Sunday School at Custer Methodist Church when we could, but with small children, bad roads and not too good a mode of transportation, we didn’t go regularly. As I now saw the Church of God in all its purity, I became dissatisfied with much of the teaching and preaching of sectism. I longed and prayed for a place to worship God in true holiness according to the dictates of my own consciousness. All through the years God had been so good to us. We had a family of 10 children. We trusted God for healing our bodies and supplying our needs. My husband worked very hard but greatest of all, most every time he prayed he would say Lord supply our needs as you see best. Many times we had to stand alone and go through trials and hardships as we were the only ones in the community that believed in Divine healing. Bro. Harrington was away in evangelistic work most of the time and we were left alone to work out our own salvation with fear and trembling. God began to talk to me about starting a Sunday School for my own and other little children in our community who were not able to attend Sunday School anywhere, due to bad roads and poor transportation. I prayed about it very much. This was the first time I learned what fasting really was. I had missed meals and prayed, but never before had I had such a burden for God's work, I did not care for food. I read in the Bible where Jesus fasted for 40 days and nights, he was afterward an hungered. Mat. 4:2. Then I realized you could have a burden so great you didn't desire food. I don't know how long I fasted, but I know I had a great burden for God's work. It seemed impossible under present conditions for me to start a Sunday School. No finds were available for literature, no place to worship, and no one to help. Eight children at home ranging in ages from 2 ½ years to 18 years to wash, iron, cook, mend, etc., and without electricity. Washing was done on an old-fashioned washboard, ironed with flat irons; cooked on a very small wood cooking stove and many other inconveniences too numerous to mention. But God kept telling me to start where you are with what you have. At last I decided to see what I could do. I found a spot of ground where I thought would make a good location. It was not far from our home, but the land belonged to Allie Alexnader who owned a store at Custer and he was not too religious. I didn't know what he would say when asked about using this spot. But, by the Grace of God I went to him and asked him if I may clean off this place and have Sunday School there? He was very polite and said he did not care. Thank God I had won thus far. Then I took my children and our old mule and we cleaned up the place, drug some logs in place and nailed some boards on them for seats. Fastened a board on a stake and to a tree for a pulpit. We started in April of 1939. Most every Sunday this crude looking pulpit was decorated with a boquet of homegrown flowers from my own yard or garden. I continued to have Sunday School at this place in the spring and summer months until we moved to our new church building at Memorial Chapel on September 7, 1947, which made nine summers we had Sunday School at this place. Many things happened in those years, one son had to go away to World War II and most of the children married, and one precious daughter was called away to glory. None of them dimmed my love for God and his work. At Memorial Chapel I taught the youth class. Working in any way I could to advance the cause of God, always present at every service. I did much visiting in the community selling bibles, books, mottoes and other religious items, always talking to people about the things of God and their spiritual condition, praying with people in their home wherever and whenever the opportunity afforded. A horse and buggy or road wagon was our mode of transportation. We did not have a gravel road to Custer. The road was very rough, especially the big hill close to our home. Many nights I would walk down the hill because I was afraid, as it was sideland. I was thrown out of a buggy once when it overturned. Many times we walked all the way to and from church, twice each Sunday, cold or hot. Part of the time we were the janitor. Bro. and Sister Harrington were good pastors. Bro. Harrington had a wonderful gift of memory and could quote much of the Bible from memory. I looked forward to each message which inspired me very much. I was always glad to work any place the Lord could use me. I had charge of the programs at church, such as Christmas, Easter, Missionary, etc. We were having a revival in October, 1949. Sister Lillian Sugg was our evangelist. One Sunday morning, October 16, her text was "Launch out into the deep". God told me this was for me. I had been staying too close to the shore. He wanted me to preach the gospel which meant I would have to "Launch out into the deep". I promised God I would do my best with his help. I told Sister Harrington of my call. At the close of the revivial she announced that next Sunday night we would have a new preacher, but said she wouldn't tell who it was, but invited everybody to come and see for themselves. We were still going to church in the buggy. When we got home my husband went to the barn to put the hours and buggy in the barn. I went in the house and fell on my knees and said "Lord, you know I want to please you and do your will". If you want me to preach you will have to help me, as I don't have an outline, sermon book, or any other help. It seemed I could hear the Lord say you will just preach one sermon at a time and I will give it to you. This is what I had just recently told a sinner about living a Christian. She said I am afraid I can't live it and I told her she would just live one day at a time and God would help her if she would ask him. I was just swallowing my own words, but thank the Lord they were true. My husband was shocked at news of my call. He cried as though his heart would break. He had to make as big a sacrifice as I did, or even bigger. When my youngest daughter came home from school that day she began to cry and asked me to forgive her, as she had done something she knew was against my wishes - I gladly forgave her. As I looked at my child and my husband, both with tears in their eyes, I felt so good in my soul as I had said yes to God's will. On Monday morning October 17, 1949, about 6:00 O'clock I was at the barn milking the cow. I thought when I finished my chores, I would go to Bro. and Sister Harrington's home at Custer and ask them to lay hands on me and ask God to anoint me so that I would never doubt his call. It seemed that I could almost hear audibly the Lord say I have already done it. I was never happier in my life. A thrill went over me from head to foot. Nothing could ever make me doubt it. I shall never forget that week. Not much eating or sleeping took place at our house. My husband and I fasted and prayed that God would lead us. One night my husband fasted and prayed that God would lead us. One night my husband went into another room and wrote for a long time. As we started to the car the night I was to preach my first sermon, he put his arms around me and kissed me very affectionately and said he felt like he was going to my funeral. I preached my first sermon on October 23, at 7:00 P.M., Memorial Chapel, Custer, Ky. The weather was mild, the house was well filled with people and God gave me holy boldness so that I was able to speak with great freedom and he removed all doubts. I really enjoyed it. God wonderfully blessed me. My subject was "THE EXALTED CHRIST". Before I delived the message, I had on my heart, I gave my testimony as to how God called me to preach, made the consecration and received the witness. Also my husband's consecration. He gave a written testimony read by Sister Harrington as follows: I want to testify tonight in behalf of my wife. The reason I am writing this is that I am too tender hearted to tell what I want to tell. I learned to love her many years ago. When we were married we were both saved and wanted to please God; we started having family prayers; we have shared our trials and disappointments together all through life. She is still all the world to me. When she was sick that time, I thought I would have to give her up, so we promised God if he would spare her life, we would do anything for him. And he did, Praise his name for it. The time has now come for us to say yes to his will. I want you to know it has sure been hard for me to give her up, to God as a sacrifice to him to go, anywhere he wants her to and preach the gospel to a dying world, but he has given me a blessing for it as he always does his children when they obey him. I won't say she is the best woman in the world for all of God's children are good. But I will say there is none better. We have raised a large family. I have never seen her mad or fussing at me, or the children. Her life and influence has meant much to me. We have lived together 31 years the 10th of November. I hope we can live many more years together. I want to ask the prayers of all you Christian people that she will preach the word of God just as he would have her to. Pray for both of us that we will say yes to his will at all times. In a few weeks Bro. Harrington who was then our pastor got a call to come to Casey Creek and be their pastor. He said he felt he should go as God had called me to preach, I could take care of the work here. After some prayers and consideration he accepted the call to Casey Creek as their pastor. On December 18, 1946, I became pastor of Memorial Chapel. My introduction the first day as pastor was as follows: As to my spiritual knowledge there are many things I do not know. But thank God there are some things I do know, such as, I was convicted as a sinner early in life. Repented, believed and God saved my soul and put a desire in my heart to serve him. Later, I became hungry for more power as a Christian. I sought and obtained entire sanctification. When I was severely sick God healed my body and made me well again. As I grew in grace and knowledge of the Lord, I was called to teach Sunday School which I did for many years. Then in October, 1949, I felt the call to preach the gospel. On October 16th I said yes to God and on October 17th I received a special anointing from on high that banished all doubts. I still feel his presence with me each day to keep me from sin. As your pastor, I am God's servant and your servant. I want to preach and teach God's word by a living example. I am ready to visit and pray for the sick, pray for sinners, conduct funerals, baptisms, weddings, or anything I can do for the glory of God. Christ gave his life a ransom for many. I am not here for money. I have not been hired, therefore, I cannot be fired. I want my wages to be the salvation of lost souls. My message Heb. 3:7- 14 - Mat. 12:34 - 37. Text. Keep my heart with all diligence for out of it are the issues of life. I was at least a faithful pastor. I never missed a service of any kind, except a few times when I was at Anderson Camp meeting and the church was informed of this in advance. They knew why I was not there and where I was. I was only trying to improve myself for their sake. I thank the Lord I don't recall having missed a service on account of my own sickness. I will have to admit I went several times when I didn't feel like it physically, but the love of Christ constrained me. I remember being very sick one Saturday night. This was before rally day and I had worked hard for a good attendance. The night before it seemed it would be impossible for me to be better. I was sick and vomiting, even passed out for a while. I told the Lord I was depending on him if he wanted me to go he would have to help me. Praise his name, I stood behind the sacred desk that next morning, as usual. I loved my little flock over which the Holy Ghost had made me overseer. I did my best to feed them the word of God. I thought of the church as my family and tried to be a mother in Zion to them during my pastorate. I saw many souls bow at the altar and receive many blessings. There were approximately 81 saved, 24 sanctified, 20 baptised, 21 funerals, and 8 weddings during my pastorate at Memorial Chapel. We had 26 revival efforts and I kept all the evangelists in our home and enjoyed it very much. We had so many good talks on the scripture and many, many earnest prayers for ourselves and others. Besides caring for my own little flock I went to Hardinsburg County home and preached once a month to the inmates of the home for 7 years until the home was destroyed by fire. These poor people were endeared to my heart and they looked forward to my visits. I always took them some little gift like candy, cookies, etc. Besides telling them of the gift of salvation. I also went to Bertha's Rest Home for about 2 ½ years, trying to bring comfort and cheer to those aged and afflicted people. I felt it was my duty as a pastor to attend out State Minister's meeting and camp meetings. I was secretary and treasurer of Western Kentucky Ministerial Fellowship for several years and felt it was my duty to be present every time possible. I traveled many miles by bus or train to the following places: Anderson, Ind.; Ashland, Bowling Green, Epperson, Glasgow, Hickman, Irvine, Lexington, Louisville, Madisonville, Morehead, Nortonville, Owensboro, Paducah, Paris, Pleasant Ridge, and Winchester, Ky. I was ordained at Morehead, Ky. on March 25, 1953. Rev. Ross Minkler, Rev. Hershel Rice, and Rev. J. W. Lykins were on the ordination committee. I enjoyed preaching and working for the Lord in any way that I could. I kept very busy as there was always something to do. We were busy preparing for our Easter program. On Thursday night, before Easter, we have our ordinance service, feet washing and communion, in addition to our regular prayer meeting. I conducted this service as usual with reading, singing and praying, etc. I came home and slept as usual. The next morning when I awoke, March 31, 1961, my husband had gone to the barn to feed. I noticed I did a lot of yawning, so much so that it hurt my jaws and saliva would run out of my mouth, but I went on and fixed breakfast. When my husband came in and while he was washing his hands, I tried to say something, but couldn't. I tried again with much effort but to no avail. My husband just stopped and looked at me and said what is the matter, honey? Can't you talk? When I knew I really couldn't talk, I began to cry. I hope you, who read this, will never know just what this is like. My husband is hard of hearing and couldn't understand anything I said for several days. I tried to eat but could not swallow very well. The water would run back out of my mouth. Neither could I chew very much. The Doctor said I had a light stroke. I called for prayers from many people. Many ministers visited me and anointed and prayed for me. It was so hard for me to give up. I wanted to talk and preach as before. I had always trusted God and he had healed me many times, and I knew he could heal me of this. I was planning to start a revival at Memorial Chapel on April 9th. My picture and announcement had already appeared in our local newspaper. This was a great disappointment to have to cancel this meeting. I began to submit to God's will. I improved slowly. I never missed many services at church. Bro. N. H. Dennis, of Owensboro, preached for me for four Sundays, then I began to conduct the services, although I could not be heard very far as my voice was so weak. I decided that I would have to resign as pastor, as it was not fair to the church for me to hang on and prevent them for calling another pastor. I made my intentions known to the church. At Pleasant Ridge Camp meeting I told Bro. Forrest Robinson of my plans and he said he knew a young man he thought would be just like I wished for. He gave me his name and address, Rev. Brice Casey, Lexington, Ky. With the help of the Lord it did not take long to get in touch with him. On September 8, 1961, he became our new pastor. He is doing a wonderful work for the Lord. Far better than I can do in my declining years. He is young and active and I believe God has called him here. It seems I can hear the Lord say who are you to counsel with the Almighty? God's way is always best. And we know that all things work together for good to them that love God, to them who are the called according to his purpose. Romans 8:28. Photo: http://www.usgwarchives.net/ky/breckinridge/photos/bios/lynch353gbs.jpg File at: http://files.usgwarchives.net/ky/breckinridge/bios/lynch353gbs.txt This file has been created by a form at http://www.genrecords.org/kyfiles/