The Sideburn
One morning Russell had to cut his own hair. One sideburn ended up shorter than the other, so he glued it back on. While preaching and sweating, the glue eventually gave up — and the sideburn slid down his face.
Every person who knew Uncle Russell carries a different part of his story.
The Story tells the story of Russell's life. This page is about the people who remember him.
Some memories are funny. Some are tender. Some are stories that have been told so many times they have become part of the family's vocabulary.
Those memories matter because they show us the man behind the photographs, the preacher behind the pulpit, and the singer behind the microphone.
One morning Russell had to cut his own hair. One sideburn ended up shorter than the other, so he glued it back on. While preaching and sweating, the glue eventually gave up — and the sideburn slid down his face.
Russell had bought a pair of shoes at a thrift store. He liked to kick one foot up while preaching. One Sunday, Janey noticed the price sticker was still on the bottom: 25 cents. She was mortified.
Not every memory belongs behind a pulpit. Photographs from later years capture another side of Russell — relaxed, outdoors, and doing something he loved.
Photographs preserve the faces, but the people who were there preserve the stories. This archive is intended to make room for both.
Maybe you heard him preach. Maybe you sang with him. Maybe you sat in the congregation at Christ Corner Church. Maybe you knew him simply as Uncle Russell, Grandpa Russell, Brother Russell, or a friend.
If you have a story, photograph, recording, or memory that belongs here, it can become part of the archive.