This is a church hymn I grew with when I attended the Oyster Creek First Baptist Church. I would become excited when our pastor asked us to turn our hymnal books to At Calvary. It was certainly one of my favorites. I associated it with the community of folks who would gather on Sunday mornings, most of them gray-haired grandparents, dressed in their Sunday best, displaying their huge, often toothless smiles, and just being the genuinely, kind people they were. I put together a few photos I had of some locations there. This is the Oyster Creek I remember, and though there is more than just old homes, streets, and empty fields in this small town, I have found the most beauty in these simple, yet decaying, facets of life.