Storyline hangtag reads: There is one thing I could always count on when I visited my grandmother every summer. That is Miss Clarethea coming around the corner on the long dusty road about 10:30 am with her long dress and her wide brim hat. "Good mornin' Miss Harriet," she called out. "Are you ready for Sunday School?" "Yes, Ma'am." After a long cold glass of ice tea we would be off to service.