When we arrived in Wilmore, Kentucky, it was early evening - just about dusk. It had been a long drive with me leading the way in the U-Haul truck and Deb following in our old Buick!
I backed the truck up to the porch of 301 East Morrison Street and pulled the ramp out to the porch. We hoped to get enough off to be able to sleep.
Suddenly, people started coming from every direction! Young couples - our age! Guys started hefting all of our belongings into our duplex apartment. It kept me busy just unloading the truck. As fast as I took it down, someone grabbed it and carried it into the apartment!
We met so many people that night, we wondered if we'd be able to remember them in the daylight. Debbie stood at the doorway and directed traffic - telling them where to put each box and each piece of furniture.
Then, just as suddenly, they were gone! And we were alone!
We walked through our new home - in disarray. Yet we were very satisfied and excited! We would be spending our first night together in our first home!
We opened the door to our bedroom and got a shock!
The bed was set up, made, and the covers were turned down! Candles had been lighted. The room was orderly with our new (used) bedroom furniture placed neatly in the room! We giggled with excitement and surprise!
We later learned that this was an Asbury tradition! We had the privilege of helping others 'move in' during our years in Wilmore.
Interesting factoid: we still sleep in that same bed today and still have the same (used) bedroom furniture - almost thirty-nine years later!
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