Mom Rocked Me to Sleep

For my first post, I will tell you about my earliest memory of my mother, Daisy.   When I was very small, I remember being curled up on her lap in the kitchen as she sang lullabies to me, to get me to take an afternoon nap.  I'm told I was a difficult child, wanting to be held all the time and crying when she would put me down.  This was probably the only way she would get a break.

I remember one day in particular when I fell asleep in her arms like this and woke up later on the couch in the living room, hearing a strange voice in the kitchen.  The Sunday School teacher from the Presbyterian church that my brothers, sister and I attended had come to visit my Mom.  It seemed very strange to me at the time to see this teacher in our kitchen.

I have been racking my brain trying to remember the name of the church, to no avail.  It was on Stuyvesant Avenue in Lyndhurst, but my web searches have not turned up any churches where I remember this one to be.  Can anyone help me here?

I'm sure my brothers and sister can add similar memories.

The photo above is of my Mom holding a baby, who I believe is my oldest brother, Ron.