It all began with tobacco. In those days, we would meet in the upstairs room at Brother Newel’s invitation, a quorum of elders in the Whitney Store. Sometimes the feeling of the Spirit was so strong that the roof seemed to pop off the top of the house to allow the word of heaven to flow down like the waters of a rushing fall. Of course, it was easy to feel at home in such a place. Spacious and clean, busy with prosperity and industry, the store invited lingering. The Smiths lived downstairs, guests of Brother Newel.