In 1942, the war was on.  Everyone called it The War.  Those who fought in it still do.  Seeing that the troops had ammunition for that effort required gun power and a place to produce it.  Dupont built a "Powder plant" to manufacture that ammunition here in the town I now live in. Central to both coasts.

 Men flocked here from all over the nation for the jobs that were created.  It was a small town.   But overnight  this tiny place was inundated with people who were looking for homes to live in.  There weren't any.  People lived in tents,  People lived two and three families to a house--however many bedrooms there were.  People carpooled six to a car from surrounding cities.

With the families came the children.  The school system was overwhelmed.  A small school building that had been used for grades one through twelve with normal size classes was now the only building available for grades one through six.  With over sixty children in every room.  Eighteen rooms, sixty children to a room, two bathrooms--you were assigned a "time to go" and if you couldn't you didn't get another chance.

The government set up Quonset huts in the park for the high school.  I can't remember for sure where the Junior High went, but I think the churches provided classrooms.  The Baptist church went from 100 to 700 members in a couple of months.  The Methodists as well.  But all of us were strangers to each other.  Southerners, Northerners, Westerners and Foreigners.  Nobody knew anybody.

The people who lived there didn't like what we had done to their town.  You couldn't blame them.  It was chaos.  But it turned out alright in the end.  Everyone learned to tolerate each other.  Some of the people treated us decently, others didn't.  Some people were kind.  God bless them. We were refugees.

Hebrews 13: 1-2  "Let brotherly love continue.  Don't be forgetful to entertain strangers: for thereby some have entertained angels unawares."  God sends us angels.  Be careful you don't miss yours.