Last weekend, a friend of ours hosted a local bike ride, and my family helped out by setting up a rest station for the bikers in front of an old church. I remembered to take my camera, and I’m so glad I did – it turned out to be a really neat photo opportunity!
We’ll begin with some photos I took in the tiny cemetery beside the church.
There was thunder rumbling in the distance when I took this, and about five minutes later, rain came pouring down.
The dark sky made the cemetery feel so solemn and quiet – the calm before the storm.
When it started raining, I decided to explore inside. The sanctuary was locked, but the people who own the church left the fellowship hall unlocked for us. It was such a neat place – almost like a time capsule. This church was built all the way back in 1907. Isn’t that neat? I just love old things.
We were there on a Saturday, and it was pretty neat to know that the next day, this silent building would be filled with talking and laughter.
After we got home, I researched the history of this church a little. The sign outside the church reads “Abba Baptist Church”, so I wondered why there was a different sign inside. This seems to explain it:
In 1955, the name of the church was changed to Abba Missionary Baptist Church. By this time, the village of Abba was in danger of disappearing from the map, so the new name was christened to ensure it would live through the ages.(via Vanishing South Georgia)
I thought these kitchen curtains were beautiful – the bright yellow really stood out in the shadows.
Someone had left this notebook on a desk in the corner – it was filled with riddles, maybe from a trivia game of some kind?
These colorful flowers were on the bathroom windowsill. I wonder who picked them?
I think these are photos of the old church that was in this same place – an old man who showed up to clean the sanctuary told us that the original church burned down many years ago, and they built the current church to replace it.
I didn’t get a photo, but right before we left, the old man who came to clean the sanctuary called us over and opened a little door on the porch – a hidden bell tower! My little brother rang the church bell, and it sounded so bright and clear. He told us that they ring the bell every Sunday morning at 11 – we don’t live far from the church, and now I’m going to be listening. 🙂
I hope you enjoyed my photos! I really enjoyed being able to capture this church. It made me want to find more local places to photograph – stay tuned for more on that. 😀
What’s the oldest building you’ve ever been in? Which photo was your favorite?