I had a bit of time to spare, so I tootled along Fish Lake road, looking for this well-maintained country church standing at a crossroads which once anchored the community of Bethesda. I recalled from an earlier visit the offset side tower with the bellcast roof and iron cresting, giving the place a decided dignity.
The Bethesda Church (1900) also features round-headed windows, a slightly less common version than the standard pointy-arch Gothic form. With tiny coloured panes following the sides and curve of the window. And two round-headed doorways.
Rural churches, like village halls, conjure farm families getting the Sunday chores done, dressing in their humble best, and turning out in wind, rain, snow and blistering sun and heat (for one didn't miss church), to be trotted to church by Bessie, or Pearl or old Joe, who had to be harnessed for the occasion, by the eldest lad.
This old black and white photo of my dad as a young man comfortable behind a team of farm horses, gets me in touch with all that.
In the stone mill on the property was a buckboard, which serves to remind us that in those forgotten horse-powered days, there were more steps to getting ready for church than just finding the car keys.
|St. Andrew's Presbyterian "Burnbrae"|