Bryan "Skipper" Hall died in 1989, leaving behind three generations of churchgoers deeply influenced by his work as a Methodist minister. Anyone who knew Reverend Hall was sure to find inspiration in the little baldheaded man who "skipped" with enthusiasm from one project to the next. As a man who brought eternal cheerfulness and energy to every task, Skipper Hall exhibited a love of life and a commitment to humanitarian values that motivated others to do better in their own lives. Skipper's story, told in this book in his own words, serves as a link to life in the nineteenth century, as well as a guide to the changing religious ideas that he explored until his death. His story and philosophy serve as a lesson for all of us in how one person can use religion to brighten the lives of others and make the world a little more humane.
A fascinating look back at the 19th century, and the life of a man that was ahead of his time. In full transparency, I'm more than a little biased - Skipper Hall was my great grandfather and James Smith is my uncle. Skipper died the same year I was born, so I never met him. But I grew up playing in the rec hall named in his honor. It was incredible to hear about his childhood at the turn of the century, and to find similarities between his philosophies toward life and my own. Very thankful to have been able to get to know him through his own words - I only wish I could have a conversation with him about the current state of the world.