In the front, left corner of the church was an old cement style baptistry which was probably a block in width. The inside was built narrow, so the minister would stand on the outside to baptize someone.
Dad had trouble keeping his top denture plate in, even with Fixodent, when he would excitedly yell, "Hallelujah!" because his tongue would get under the edge and flip them out. You know that it is tough for a Pentecostal preacher to avoid doing that.
One night he was baptizing a new convert when the Holy Ghost fell. Dad yelled, "Hallelujah!" and out his teeth flew. They bounced about three times and fell out onto the floor.
Later Dad was talking to Hershel Perren, a friend of his in town and said he thought they were gone into the baptistry for sure. Hershel replied, "Well Preacher, it wouldn't have been a problem to get them out. All we would have had to do is tie a chicken leg onto a string and drop it into the baptistry. Your teeth would have grabbed it."
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