We first came to know Shirley through church member, Tom McIntyre, as she worked for him 'part-time' by transporting cars for his business. After our church's 1st service under the tent (Easter, 1989) we moved temporarily into Tom's showroom on Midway Road near the Addison airport, where Shirley became our first official Sunday nursery worker. It was to be temporary, but, wherever we went - from CarChurch on Midway, to Brinker Elementary and, eventually, to our permanent home here on the North Dallas Tollway, Shirley remained.
"Miss Shirley," as we called her, was very often the first to arrive each Sunday. And, since her 'room' was right across the hall from my office, she and I would exchange morning pleasantries. In these latter days she had taken to asking me about the kids of our church, who were now grown. Many whom wouldn't know her if they saw her. But, oh my, she knew them - in ways they could not understand, but, nonetheless, certain and sure - and she'd ask, 'pastor, whatever happened to...' then on she'd go, nodding her head understandingly as I would describe where and what they were up to.
Miss Shirley held my children - she held all of of our staff babies. In fact, over time she was to hold most all of the infants that came our way, so that the earliest parkwayhills remembrance of these children would have been from the arms of this dear, plain-spoken, midwesterner - a transplant to Texas and to our church family - but a dear lady too seldom recognized now so sorely missed.
We love you Miss Shirley - and we tell you so! Thank's for rocking our ParkwayHills cradles, and...
Happy Home-Going!
Pastor Sam