It was built in the usual style of the country church of the late nineteenth century with arched windows and doors and a spire pointing Heavenward. The church building, itself, was about fifty years old at the time and it showed its age but it was beautiful in its own way. The inside walls, from the floor two or three feet high up, were painted a rather ugly brown. The window frames were painted this color, too. But the rest of the walls and the ceiling were painted a light blue and I loved these blue walls. …in the summer we began holding regular services there on Sunday afternoons. I can close my eyes now and see this little church as it was back in those lovely long ago days. …I have a picture taken in front of the church on one of those summer afternoons. Adolph Cone stands at the top of the steps, smiling benignly down on us. On the step below stands Charlie Pedersen, Mrs. Gilbert and Daddy. William, looking grave and dignified stands beside Mrs. Charlie Davis, a pleasant looking woman of Dutch Lineage, a member of the Church of Christ. On the next row is Bettie Opal Cone, myself, Robbie Houston and Dorothy and Lloyd Cone. And in front is Robbie’s sister Bonita, who is as old as I am but looks like a little girl here as she was very small. And just in front of her are Vida Jo and Minnie Faye Gilbert, Mrs. Gilbert’s granddaughters. …some of our fondest and most cherished memories are of those dear people who were our friends at that little white church. - - Anice (Schneider) Williams - “Our Dwelling Place”
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