I have often heard funny stories about the "hills". The hills were the burms that lined the front of church on the Westheimer side. One member told his new wife that the hills were ancient Indian burial mounds (a miniature Cahokia Mounds of sorts). Each year my family has taken our annual Christmas picture on the hills. We always found them to be a nice background.
If memory (and legend) serve me, the mounds actually came from neighborhood swimming pools that were dug for local homes. Whatever the case, the hills have certainly served as a peaceful buffer from the busy Westheimer traffic. Now that they are gone, making way for a new parking lot, the busy Westheimer traffic is fully opened up to our view.
I received a special little story from Lara Ogden that I wanted to pass on about the hills. When the children were little Lara would tell them before entering church, "now remember that we are going into God's house and you must listen quietly and not speak out." One Sunday Ryan (now 11) had a particularly difficulty time being quiet so when church was over he was not allowed to play on the hills. The next Sunday he asked as they walked into church, "If I am quiet in God's house may I play on God's hills?"