Blowtown Church. Was patored by my uncle, Ernest Decker for many years. The lone grave seen in this picture is my aunt Ada Newton. First grave in the cemetary. She wanted to be buried on their farm, so the only way to do it was donate some land to the church for a cemetary.

I grew up going to this church every Sunday night. I remember Brother Ernest Decker, preaching and then later his son, Denver. Oh what singing and shouting in that church. I loved it. After service was over we would take my Mamaw Cuba Sandlin home who lived withing walking distance over the hill.