Memories of Mount Pleasant, Part Four

My father was superintendent of the phosphate mines in Mt. Pleasant. It takes lots of water to mine phosphate hydraulically, and a beautiful stream ran through the mining property. During the summer months the Negro churches would ask permission to have “Baptizings” in the stream on Sunday afternoon. It was great fun to attend these gatherings and see the men and women get dunked in the water and come up with shouts of “Hallelujah!”, “Praise the Lord!” or “Amen, Brother!”