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1908 Street Map
Note: "Salt Creek" is now "Paradise Creek"
Train Depot
Steve and Cora Tucker's sod and log house
became Codell's first schoolhouse
located one mile east and south of Codell
Barry's Variety Store
before 1924
"Hobdolls" sign in window
"Market and Repair" below left window
Submitted by Janice Simpson Reading
THE YESTERYEAR PICTURE of last week is being repeated as information has been
made available to us, and having the picture and information together adds to
the historic value in future years. Two ladies, familiar with the history of the
ara, Lottie Rolfe and Ethel Nelson, submitted the following, "concerning the
early picture of Codell, we might have a little bit to add. On the left, the
large store building was probably built by Jim Gilbreath in the early 100's. The
Gilbreath family lived in the upstairs and ran a general store on the ground
floor. The present day A. B. W. was organized in the upstairs living quarters of
Mrs. Desdia Gilbreath as the Laides Aid Society. This sote was also later owned
and run by John Loreg. Also by Ordways, Doaks, Harley Richmond, Drydens. This
building partly blew away in a tornado. It was torn down by E. A. Darland for
lumber to build a house on his farm. Next in line was a barber shop owned by Ed
Auld, and next a general store owned by Harve Hockett. The larger building in
the background was a machine shop and blacksmith shop owned and operated by John
Lesher and S. R. Tucker. In later years it was owned by W. A. Smith & Sons and
burned in the early 1940's. The building on the right side of the street was
owned by Will Lamb. It served many purposes such as a restaurant, store, Dr.'s
office, church, garage and later torn down and the lumber used to build the farm
house now owned by Don Gramm."
The Times is grateful to these ladies for
this information which now being recorded will be helpful in documenting the
history of the area.
Submitted by Gaylyn Andrews
Methodist Episcopal Church
Methodist Episcopal Church
destroyed by a tornado May 20, 1918
Submitted by Janice Simpson Reading
By Celesta Adams Glendening, 1976
To my children, Grandchildren and Great Grand-children. I'm
writing this story for my grand children and great grand children. Many times I
have told it or parts of it. Now I am writing it. I will be eighty-two, March
11, 1976 and I think it is time I was putting it in writing, I will not always
be here to tell it. Within the story I will refer to George, my husband, as
Grandpa, to help keep things straight.
May the 20th, 1918 dawned bright
and clear, but it was cold for this time of year. This was Cyclone Day, so
called because on the same date in the two previous years, 1916 and 1917, a
tornado (or cyclone we called it then) had swept through our community, and I am
sure there was not a family in Codell and for miles around that had not
remembered and wondered if it would live up to its name on this day. Well, it
did, in less than twelve hours another cyclone had struck and left death and
destruction in its path, by far the worst cyclone of the three.
We,
Grandpa and I and our two little boys, Worden would soon be three and Max, one
and a half years, lived on a farm seven miles north-east of Codell, known as the
Yowell place, but it was owned by Dr. Wilbur E. Andreson of Plainville, Kansas,
and is still a part of the Andreson estate. Bruce farms it now.
On this
fateful day Grandpa and Evart, my brother who was helping with the farm work at
this time, had left early in the morning to go to the field three and one-half
miles south of where we lived and on another Andreson farm that Grandpa had
rented, to list corn. Many farmers were listing corn at this time. Due to its
being so cold they had worn extra clothing, to keep warm, winter coats and heavy
underwear. Herb Darland told me years later he had worn his overcoat all day. We
had always heard a hot dry sultry day was a storm breeder. Not a day like this.
Grandpa and Evart had taken their dinner with them, I guess we would call it
lunch now. They farmed with horses then, three or four horses on each lister. It
was too far to drive horses back and forth, took too much time, besides, the
horses needed the noon hour to rest and eat their dinner.
Well, I had the
day to do as I wished and of course, as always there was plenty to do. But I
remember I repapered on the wall of the living room. I had the extra paper and
had been wanting to do it. I also washed the windows and put up fresh curtains.
I know I must have felt good to have a clean room with freshly washed windows
and curtains, but I did not get to enjoy it long. I also baked bread that day.
And that was a real treat. Of course, I always baked all our bread, but today
was different. I baked it from all white flour. You see, this was during World
War I and much of our food was rationed. Flour was one of them. When we bought a
pound of flour, we were required to buy a pound of some other grain, corn and
cereal meal, oats and other flours made from other grains. So we always put
other grains with our flour to use it, we certainly couldn't afford to throw it
out. So just once in a while, I would make a batch of bread from the white flour
and it was always a treat. I still remember those six, (or maybe it was just
four_ loaves of bread cooling on the cabinet and the big pan of rolls we ate for
supper.
By the way, Grandpa received his summons to report to the
examining board for duty in the army, but because he was a farmer, he was
excused. He also had a wife and children and I think that made a difference too.
It had warmed up some through the day, so along toward evening I took the
boys and went out in the pasture after the cows, so they would be in when
Grandpa came in from the field, and that was quite a job. Max being only a year
and a half, I had to carry him, and Worden was not very big, besides I was
pregnant. Wanda was born in September, after the cyclone in May. I must have
walked a mile and I know that part of the time I was carrying both boys.
I think it was about the time I got home that I noticed a small cloud gathering
in the southwest. The wind had changed too, Grandpa and Evart came home soon and
milked the cows. And we ate supper. I'm sure we enjoyed the rolls I baked, but
we did not get to eat any of the loaves. By now the clouds had darkened and were
billowing up higher, by nightfall there was definitely a storm brewing.
I
don't know why we didn't go to the cave. We sat around watching the clouds grow
darker and larger, talked about it being Cyclone Day or Night. It started to
rain and the wind blew harder and harder. The cave was east of the house just a
few steps from our door, but it wasn't until it began to hail that we thought of
going to the cave. Then Grandpa opened the door a bit, but the wind was so
strong and it was hailing so hard, he said we could not make it. I think it was
about ten o'clock. The boys were in bed asleep; we rushed in and picked them up.
I wrapped Max in a quilt when I picked him up. I guess it was just mother
instinct, protecting my baby. We went back to the kitchen and just stood there
together.
There was a terrible noise beside the rain, hail, lightning and
thunder. I'm sure we knew the roar we heard was a cyclone for sure.
I
must have prayed, don't we all when we get to the place where we can't help
ourselves, then we ask God to take care of us. Thunder roared, lightning
flashed, rain and hail beat against the windows with such force I knew they
would break.
I don't even like to recall all this, it frightens me still
and it's impossible to describe it. I just can't. Then I saw the lightning
between the ceiling and the wall, and I knew the house was tearing to pieces. We
smelled wet plaster, heard nails pulling out of the wood and heard wood
breaking.
Just before this I had heard dishes breaking in a small room
off the kitchen. I knew it was my new dishes I had just bought that were on a
shelf in that room.
The house had an upstairs in it, and they told us
afterward that the floor of the house was completely covered with debris, all
except the small area where we stood. Many things that had been upstairs were
there. But now the house was gone all except the floor, and we had stood up all
the time. The rain still was coming down in sheets and the wind was blowing so
hard we could scarcely stand.
We had four inches of rain that night.
Besides being blown away, we almost drowned. Max was still wrapped in the quilt
and I was still holding him tight, when all of a sudden he was gone. I have
never figured out how this could happen but it did. He was just torn out of my
arms. There I stood my arms empty! I don't remember too much about this; Grandpa
says I went berserk and tore his shirt completely off of him, as he tried to
hold me and, of course, he was holding Worden, and I tried to get away to go
find my baby. Grandpa says he finally just pushed me down on the floor, and in a
flash of lightning, we saw Max sitting up just a few feet off the floor. Grandpa
had him in an instant and gave him to me. I guess unless you've experienced such
a thing, you could never know my feeling as I held him close. Perhaps a mother
could come nearest to understanding.
Years later after Max became old
enough to hear the story, he used to tell the children at school some pretty
wild tales about his flying around up in the sky with a quilt wrapped around
him. As it turned out, Max was the only one who was not injured in some way. He
didn't have a scratch on him.
I don't know how long the storm lasted, but
it seemed hours. Perhaps it was only minutes. When the storm had subsided enough
that we were able to see when lightning flashed, we realized there was nothing
to see. The house, barn, chicken house, sheds and granaries were all gone. The
only thing left standing was the mailbox, which was at the road about fifty
yards from the house.
Now we were some distance from where the house had
stood, down in a draw that ran north of the house. From the mailbox we decided
where the cave was, and we decided to try to get to it. I think Grandpa and
Evart dragged me most of the way. It was still raining and the wind was still
blowing hard. When we reached the cave, we had to get down and crawl up to it.
The wind was still so strong it kept blowing us back, but it seemed good to get
into the cave even if it was dark.
The first thing we did was try to see
if any of us were hurt badly. Worden had been crying all the time. Grandpa had
put him down inside his overalls, and that had warmed him some. We found out
later his arm was broken so it was no wonder he cried. Max never made a noise,
and I was sure he was seriously injured, I rubbed my hands all over him, but he
seemed to be all right. Of course he had been wrapped in the quilt and had not
been exposed to all of it. But we were uneasy about him, when suddenly he sat up
and said, "Doggie". That's a little story in its self.
Grandpa had found
a little kitten in the field that day and the boys had played with it all
evening until they went to bed. Max had called it, "Doggie" all evening. That
relieved us some, and Max was soon asleep again.
We waited a while for
the wind to die down a bit, and then Evart went for help to Claud Hustads, they
lived almost a mile west of us where Lester Pruters live now.
We had all
been hurt some. Grandpa didn't have any shoes on and his feet were cut in
several places. He did not wear his shoes for quite a while. Evart had a few
scratches and cuts on his arms but nothing serious. I felt something warm
running down my leg and decided it was blood from a bad cut on my leg below the
knee. I still have a bad scar and came nearly loosing my leg. I hadn't known it
was cut until then.
When Evart came back from Hustads, Claud and his
daughter, Ethel was with him. They brought coats and blankets for us. By now I
could not stand on my leg so Grandpa and Claud carried me. Evart had Worden and
Ethel carried Max. Evart told me afterward that Ethel kept telling him all the
way she was sure the baby was dead. He hadn't moved. But he was warm now and
just went to sleep.
The Hustads took care of us the best they could gave
us dry clothing, dressed our wounds and put us to bed.
Their house had
been damaged quite a bit. Most of the windows were out. Their car was up side
down out in the road, but they were all ok.
We were not there long until
Grandpa's father and another man that had brought him up in his car came up to
see about us and took us down to their house in Codell. There were very few cars
in Codell at this time, and I've forgotten who the man was. It was then we
learned that Walter's (my brother) wife, Ethel and son, Lawrence, just three
years old, had been killed. They lived in a stone house just over the hill north
from Lawrence and June's house is now. Walter, Ethel, Lawrence and Ethel's
sister, Alice Romine Richmond were with them. Ethel talked to Walter after the
storm; just asked him if he was all right. Rocks had just covered them all.
Alice had crawled under a table. They had a storm cave too. Such a terrible
tragedy in our family. They are buried in Shiloh Cemetery.
Elmer and Alma
Bice lived north of Codell where Orin McCues' lived. Now the house is Bud's here
in Codell. The house was not damaged, but their garage was blown away leaving
the car, (a new one) untouched. Elmer said he felt like it was left there for a
purpose, so he went down to Walter's and stunned by what he saw, he knew he had
to get help. He talked to Walter, then went back to the car and it wouldn't
start so he ran all the way to Codell. He went to Charley Rolfe's, they lived
across the road from Lee Smith's shop. But he was in such a shock and he had run
so hard, he was unable to utter a word. It was quite some time before he could
tell them about Walters. Several people went over there. My Dad and Ralph
(Grandpa's brother) were already there. They soon had them all out. Alice wasn't
hurt much, but Ethel and Lawrence were dead. Walter was pinned down by rocks and
boards and had a bolt jammed in his back. It was a long time before he was well.
The Frank Jones family, they lived close to the Shiloh Cemetery, were all
hurt, none seriously except the baby, he was killed. Their house was completely
destroyed, as was the Newlin house. Hilda Newlin was buried under the wreckage
of the house, but she was taken out unharmed. The Presbyterian Church by the
Shiloh Cemetery was destroyed.
Many buildings in Codell were destroyed
and most of them never rebuilt. Many scars still remain, parts of foundations,
grim reminders to those who still remember.
Two churches were destroyed,
the Methodist and the Pentecostal. The Methodist Church stood across the road
north from Jim Russell's shop. The Pentecostal Church was on the property where
our house stands. We took out some of the old foundation after we moved here.
The schoolhouse stood where the brick school stands now. And on Main Street the
business places were almost wiped out.
On either side of the street from
the Gilpin store that stands on the west side and from the Post Office on the
east to the road south, business places completely filled in the empty space
that is there now. The City Hotel owned by B. H. Overholser stood just west of
Max's house. Some of the other business places, as I remember them, were Codell
State Bank, S. R.. Tucker, President; Wm. Littlejohn, M. A.., Ph.D., M.D.
Dr. Littlejohn spent three days in his office in Plainville then three days
in Codell. Carl H. Bradford, dealer in harness and saddlery; the Comrade Barber
Shop owned by A. E. Auld, everyone called him "Jum"; W. A. Doak, Mercantile Co.;
Lasher and Tucker, dealers in farm implements, buggies and machinery; Charley
Darland, dealer in gasoline and coal oil; The Comrade Garage, C. F. Johnson and
Elmer Bice, agents for Studebaker cars; there was a telephone office, lumber
yard, a variety store owned by W. A. Barry; a restaurant, a produce station
where we sold cream and eggs; another grocery store, I think. Of course the bank
building is still there and the lumberyard was where the Post Office is. There
were other buildings destroyed and several homes, among them the Methodist
parsonage, which was north of the Methodist Church, and one or two houses north
of it. Yes, Codell was almost destroyed. Much of it never was replaced, many
scars still remain, grim reminders to those who remember. This is the end of
Cyclone Day 1918, May 20th. The rest is what happened later.
The two neighboring towns, Plainville and Natoma,
turned out in full force to help clean up the debris. I am sure it was all
appreciated.
The days following the cyclone were hectic ones for all of
us. Nearly every night a storm came up and Codell literally went underground.
Several new cyclone caves were built. The days were spent cleaning up the
debris.
George and I and the boys spent our time between the two
families. I have wondered if one family put up with us as long as they could
then packed us up and took us to the other home. I know it was weeks before I
could walk. So I must have been a burden to some one, and there were two little
boys to care for also. Of course Grandpa was gone most of the time doing his
farm work. He would take his lunch and be gone all day. Of course Walter was at
the folks too. We had several milk cows, so did Walter and they were all taken
to the folks. Aura and Eva did the milking that summer for the three families.
They milked seventeen cows’ night and morning. Milking was not all of it, there
was the separating of the milk to do and calves to feed. As I said, these were
hectic days.
O, how we wished we could move to ourselves, and be a little
family again. But as you may have guessed, we didn't have much to move, in fact
we did not have anything. When we were married, we had all new furniture, nice
furniture. I was really proud of it. I know in this day and age, newly married
have nice furniture, but back in those days it was not so. I thought I was just
about the luckiest girl around. One thing I did not have at first was a rocking
chair. When Worden was only a few days old, Grandpa brought me a rocking chair.
I loved it. Many are the memories of the rocking I keep in my heart. How many,
many times I rocked both of the boys at the same time. There were only fifteen
months between them, so I had two babies to rock. And do you know when we did
move ourselves, and there was no rocking chair, I missed it most of all, and it
was a long time before I had another.
Our family and friends salvaged a
few things around the place where we had lived. One thing was my wood and coal
Round Oak Range. (One time when we were in Minden, Nebraska, we saw a range
there exactly like the one we had had; we looked it over a long time and
remembered). Back to the range, the warming oven on the back of the stove was
torn off, but we used the stove for sometime.
The Red Cross gave us
$200.00 as they did every family in Rooks County that had lost their home. I
suppose other counties did the same. So with that and a few other things that
were wrecked but we used, and the things our families and friends gave us we
moved to ourselves, just the four of us, and started over again. And we were
happy.
We had plenty of clothing and bedding, our families and friends
saw to that. I remember different things they gave to us, especially for the
boys. Some of them just divided the clothes and they gave us the best. I know, a
little white shirt that was given to Worden, every where we went he wanted to
wear it. It wore more from washing than wearing. Millie Zeigler, Jim's Mother,
gave us a comfort and a pair of pillows that she had made. I still have the
pillows. They were such nice ones. I think they were goose feathers and she
picked the geese, too. O, I could go on and on. I know I've forgotten a lot of
things, but not the love shown us in our time of need. Someone picked up a few
things in the mud puddles, some clothing and such, I recall a tablecloth, I
think a towel or two, and my wedding dress. They put all the things in a tank of
water and rinsed out the mud, then took them home and washed them. My wedding
dress was scarcely torn at all. It has a lot of lace on it and very fragile, but
when it was all clean, it did not look bad. Barbara has it now. She wanted to
wear it at a church service at her 2nd wedding. I do not know if she did wear it
or not.
We moved first to a house about two miles south of Codell and
lived there a short time, then moved into Herb Darland's on his farm about one
and one-half miles north west of Codell. The house is just across the road from
me now here in Codell. Darwin Merrill owns it. It is furnished with antiques. It
has no modern conveniences, but they like it that way. They stop by on their
travels across the States a few times a year and stay a day or two. They live in
Denver.
Wanda was born Sept. 18, 1918, while we lived in Herb's house on
his farm.
There was no schoolhouse in Codell when school time came in
Sept. 1918, after the tornado in May, so the children went to school in Natoma
and Plainville. They had the first grades in private homes here in Codell. My
folks moved to Natoma to send their eight children to school. Aura, Evart,
Harry, Eva, Noel, Florence, Wayne and Merle and again we moved, into the old
Rock House, to take care of things there. Of course we moved our cattle there
too. This was our third move after the cyclone. But it proved to be of short
duration.
The terrible flu epidemic of 1918 and 1919 was getting under
way and soon many schools (maybe all of them) in several counties were closed.
My folks moved back to the old rock house with us. Sixteen of us. And in a short
time we were all down with the flu. That is, all except my Dad. He cared for all
of us. How he did it, only God knows. you could not get any help, for love or
money. Most every home had some one sick. If they did not, they were afraid of
it. Many people died, several of our friends. Soldiers at Fort Riley died like
flies. We heard that coffins were stacked every where waiting a turn to be
buried or shipped home. The doctors were on duty day and night. Most every night
around ten o'clock our Doctor came to see us, and made the rounds. I remember
one night, I was sick, but was up with Wanda. She was only four months old, and
she was very sick. The doctor said, "Your baby has the flu, but there is nothing
I can do for her." I bathed her often trying to reduce the fever. She was real
sick for several days. I think we must have given her aspirin. We were so
worried about her and were fearful we would lose her. The rest of us took
aspirin, I am sure, and maybe cough medicine. Grandpa and Worden and Max were
upstairs. I did not even see them for days. Ralph Glendening came every day to
do chores and bring us anything we needed. He did not come into the house, until
one day he decided he was needed and so he came in and stayed there. He took the
flu after the rest of us had improved some. He did not have it bad, but I assure
you he had plenty of nurses. There was a lot of talk about our family being
sick, so many of us and all surviving. There was even a write-up in the
newspaper.
The Grady family, friends of ours (we went to school together
a few years before) lived on the south side of the road about half way to
Plainville. Three of their children died with the flu and all were buried the
same day. They were grown. Two girls and one young man. I think both of the
girls were going to college in Hays. Lee was the boy's name. Bernetha was one of
the Grady girl's name. I do not remember the other girl's name. And a sweet
little girl, Ruby Overholser, only four, died while we were down with the flu.
Her mother was Herb Darland's sister, and a real dear friend of mine. Bessie
Darland, Herb's wife, says she and Della, (Ruby's mother) correspond and often
speak of me. Della lives in Anaheim, California.
In the meantime Grandpa
had rented another farm, the Sauers place. It was situated about six miles north
east of Plainville. On a cold windy day, in early spring we moved there. We
still did not have much to move, our broken stove, beds, a table and a few
chairs. We had already moved them, but we were a family again, and again we were
happy. Our fourth move after the cyclone. We lived there until the next August.
Wanda was a year old, and we moved again to the farm we lived on for fifty-two
years (I think). It will be six years, Oct. 17, since we moved to the Lilac
Place. It was five moves in a year and five months. Well, this is more than the
Cyclone Story, I know.
Now, I am alone. Grandpa died, July 20, 1974. I
miss him, and I am lonely and sad at times, but I am thankful for all the
blessings showered upon me, for my family and friends close by and for the
little Lilac Home where I live.
There is something else I should add. The
next year on the 20th of May 1919, I was in St. Frances Hospital in Topeka, had
an operation, and on that night there was a severe thunderstorm there. I was on
the third floor; the south side of my room was all windows. The wind, rain and
hail that beat against those windows. Together with the severe electrical storm
that accompanied it, upset me somewhat. The lights went out all over the
hospital; nurses and doctors were running around with flashlights. It was
turmoil for a while, and I was sure I was going to be a victim of another
cyclone. The next morning early, they called in the doctor. My fever had soared,
and I was on the sick list again. After looking me over, he was sorta puzzled as
to my condition and asked what I had been doing. When I told him, I guess it was
the storm that had upset me, he said, "Why, it didn't hurt you."
When I
told him of the cyclone of a year ago, he sat down on the side of the bed and
asked all about it. I just about told him all of this story. He was real
concerned then. I don't think he ever came into my room after that, that he did
not mention the cyclone of 1918. I have tried to remember his name, but I have
forgotten it.
Transcribed by Jackie Langholz; Submitted by Janice (Simpson) Reading
First Baptist Church of Codell
415 Codell Road
Submitted by Janice Simpson Reading
A YESTERYEAR BEGINNING – The First Baptist Church of Codell will celebrate its 100th anniversary this year, 1979. Dates for special services will be announced later as plans develop. In November, 1879, Rev. A. L. King of Turkville, and others, organized the Church and established a Sunday School in Motor, one mile east of Codell. The church building which was used as a school house too, was later moved to Codell as Codell developed and Motor dwindled. The Baptists and Methodists both held services in the building which was on the exact location of the present church edifice. Later each denomination decided to build their own church. The Methodist Church, which was destroyed by a tornado, was built on the east side of town while the Baptists built on the west side. Mrs. George Lamb, (pictured above right), grandmother of Everett Lamb, Lottie Rolfe and Ethel Nelson, donated the land for the present church building. It was designed by H. J. Lambert of Plainville and the interior decorations were made by John Hammer of Plainville. The church was dedicated in 1908, debt free. This church picture was taken in 1954 before the new educational unit was added. There will be more pictures this year, featuring the Centennial celebration of the First Baptist Church of Codell.
Submitted by Gaylyn Andrews
THE YESTERYEAR picture featured this week is of the Baptist Young Peoples Union
at Codell taken about 1915. From left to right are:
Back row, Cleo Darland
Ellis, Calif.; Serena Brumley Languein, Codell; Mrs. Miller, the preacher's
wife, address unknown; Caro Darland, Calif.; Ethel Lamb Nelson, Codell; Mrs. W.
A. Barry, deceased; Reggie Overholser, address unknown; Earl Brary, deceased.
Middle row: Leah Powell Glendening, deceased; Phyllis Netherland Kirkman,
address unknown; Lottie Lamb Rolfe, Plainville; Vera Weaverling, Calif.;
Marguerite Lillejohn, address unknown; Lura Overholser Ekcey, Plainville;
Florence Tucker Stevenson, Codell; Ethel Weaverling, Calif.; Bessie Lamb,
deceased.
Front row: Everett Lamb, Plainville; Bessie Netherland, address
unknown; Herb Weaverling, address unknown' twins Robert and Rodney Littlejohn,
adresses unknown; Edward Powell, deceased; and Maxwell Miller, address unknown.
Picture and information courtesy of Mrs. Lottie Rolfe.
Submitted by Gaylyn Andrews
THIS POSTCARD PICTURE has little to identify it other than a penned notation "Codell Baptist Cradle Roll." It was furnished for use in the Yesteryear column by our Codell correspondent, Ethel Nelson, who also submitted another postcard picture of what might be the entire church congregation and it has penned on the address side, "around 1916." From those clues it might be possible that some of our Times readers may have similar postcards with maybe names or other information on them. If so, we would appreciate receiving it so it could be printed and help furnish a permanent record in this small bit of history of the area.
Submitted by Gaylyn Andrews
ANOTHER YEASTERYEAR POSTCARD PICTURE furnished by our Codell correspondent, Ethel Nelson, appears to be of the entire congregation of the Codell Baptist Church, taken "around 1916" according to the penned notation on the address side of the postcard. Again we ask readers that if they have any information pertinent to the picture the Times would like to know so the information and picture can be printed together to add a bit to the permanent history of the area.
Submitted by Gaylyn Andrews
125 YEARS OF WORSHIP
We are 125 years old! Codell Baptist Church was
organized November 24, 1879. We had a celebration of God's faithfulness to His
Church in Codell. An evening of games, fellowship, supper, singspiration and
memories was held Saturday evening, November 27, 2004, and special services
Sunday morning, November 28, 2004. Everyone was invited.
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