Then: Traveling East on Upper Mountain Road: Hope United Methodist Church.
The stones used to build this church–known for many years as Pekin United Methodist Church–were cut from the Niagara escarpment, which runs through my family farm. Knowing this only makes me want to know more.
How long did it take to gather stone from the hillside? Who were the workers? Were they church members or stone masons? How many of them were my ancestors? Did they sit at the hill’s edge and take in the view when they paused from work? What thoughts about the future of their village and church community crossed their minds as they carried stone after stone up the hill into the village?
What do then and now pictures evoke for you?