Thursday, October 29, 2009
A couple weeks ago now, I went to an old country church on Sunday morning where my retired uncle occasionally preaches. His son and daughter and their families also went along, because this was sort of our family reunion weekend.
The church was originally built in 1825, then replaced after a fire. It happens to be the place where my maternal grandparents were married. They may have been the first wedding there after the church was rebuilt.
It is a one-room building with entry doors at the ends of each of 2 aisles. There is a low platform, and behind it a large wallpapered mural of Jesus and Mary Magdalene in the garden. On each side, pews have been turned in a C shape to accommodate a wood stove. Both stoves are gone now, but one area now holds the unattractive furnace.
It was like walking back in time to enter the building. The pew seats are made short (where half your leg overhangs--and I'm short legged, LOL) and uncomfortable. The wood floors give and creak.
But the best part about the visit was singing in harmony with my cousins, without microphones or soundtracks. The old piano, played by my mother, carried us and the sound was awesome.
Mom and I may go back this Sunday for their homecoming event.
As a lover of history, genealogy, and historical novels, visiting this place was special to me. Have you visited a place that transported you back to another age and time?
Editor Du Jour Becky