New Liberty In The Red Hills

I say it every time I go on another adventure or write another blog, but I want to say it again. I love doing what I am doing. There is always another interesting time, place, person, or thing, right around the corner. More times than not they are hidden in plain sight as well.

For years I have seen pictures of the Pilgrim Rest Church in the Red Hills. As all of those that follow me know I was fortunate enough to finally run somebody down that knew something about that one. When I was getting information on it another old church came up. It also sits in the Red Hills of northern Monroe County. This one unlike the old Pilgrim Rest is not as well-known nor as often photographed. One reason is it is not on the main drag road. The other is that it is on private land with no trespassing signs out a distance away from it.

New Liberty in the Red Hills

I knew of its existence before talking to my friend about the Old Pilgrim Rest. However, I did not know anything about it. Because I was working on so many different things I kind of put it on a back burner in my mind so to speak. It was one of those places that I would think about from time to time but did not work on finding anything on.

I recently started working on a picture book of the churches of Monroe County. As I was working on that project, I realized I needed to share that one in the book. With that in mind I started searching. 

As I started asking questions to my sources that know the people in that area I hit on a name. Then I got a phone number for a guy. Because I had so much going on I held on to the number for a couple of weeks before I called. When I called, I got a guy named Ronnie Nettles. He was a nice guy that I immediately knew I needed to visit and get more info from.

We agreed on a time to meet up at the old church and so on a beautiful Sunday Afternoon, we left home heading that way. 

New Liberty A.M.E Church sits in the Red Hills on Olivia Road. Olivia Road is off John Shannon Road. It is a short distance south of where John Shannon Road and River Ridge Road cross each other. John Shannon Road runs from Old Scotland Road all the way to County Road 56 between Vredenburgh and Buena Vista. Olivia dead ends in private property at the old church.

My wife and I drove to the old church and parked. In just a short time a pickup rode up with two guys in it. They introduced themselves and we shook hands. One of them was Ronnie the guy I had been talking with on the phone. He sent the other one back down the road to where they had been sitting to get his older brother. He drove up shortly. His name was Clevester.

Broken cornerstone

We walked around the old church and talked. It was interesting to learn. First off, I learned that the building was the second building. The first building had been sitting on the south side of the present building. It was built in the mid to late 1800’s but neither Ronnie nor Clevester knew the years. 

Secondly, I learned that not only was the first building a church, but it had also been a school. It was amazing how many people used to be out in those hills where nobody is now. Now there is nothing out there but woods and miles of red dirt roads. This church was only a mile or so as the crow flies from the Old Pilgrim Rest Church. There was two if not more churches in that community. 

I learned that these guys’ great grandfather Jeremiah Fountain had been the founder of the church. 

As we continued to talk, we walked over to where the old cornerstone for the present building was. Unfortunately, it had been damaged in an accident. From it we were able to see that this building had been built in 1970. 

As we continued to talk, I learned that they closed the doors on this one and moved to Tunnel Springs and founded another church. That one also is named New Liberty. The one in Tunnel Springs was built in 1995 and the one in the Red Hills was closed at that time. The reason for closing this one and moving to Tunnel Springs was the fact that it was in such a remote location and that the roads were in such bad shape for people to try to travel. 

New Liberty A.M.E Church at Tunnel Springs

I had learned from the information I got on Pilgrim Rest Church that the two churches had often fellowshipped with one another until their closings. Pilgrim Rest had closed before New Liberty. These guys also told me that same thing. 

One other interesting thing I learned was that while in the present location that there was always a weeklong revival the third week in September. This weeklong revival normally drew significant crowds and was looked forward to all year long.

Clevester, who was older than Ronnie also had an interesting contribution. He talked about the old original building. He said that it had two front doors and two rows of pews. He also said that it was heated with a wood heater and that it used kerosene lamps for lighting.

We briefly walked out into the cemetery and they both pointed out graves of their grandparents and other relatives who had now passed on but were significant to this old church. There were several graves that had slabs but nothing on them signifying who was buried there. I understood that there were others that were unmarked.

One interesting fact to me was that there was a grave, that the marker appeared to be that of a civil war soldier buried there. His name was Fletcher Fountain. That one I will have to try to research further.

Click to enlarge.

As we continued to talk, I learned that the New Liberty church in Tunnel Springs closed for the pandemic. During that time, it suffered some water damage. Now it is being worked on to re-open soon. 

As I we prepared to leave and said our farewells I was swept up in thoughts. We headed out across the Red Hills heading back across to Franklin. As we crossed the miles of rough red dirt roads my mind considered many things. I thought about how many people once lived in what is now nothing more than woods for miles in all directions. I thought about what it must have been like living out there back then. I would imagine that even then although it was a populated area, it would have still been sort of isolated. By that fact I bet that there was a strong sense of community. Then as always, I pictured in my mind travel across the rough hills and hollows. I wondered how many years it was before automobiles came into that part of the world. I could picture a way of life that in many ways was hard. I also pictured a way of life that was fulfilling in many ways. It was no wonder that these two guys I had the privilege to meet today were the great guys they appeared to be. I understood the pride they must have in the fact that their family carries a rich heritage in the Red Hills of Monroe County Alabama. It was definitely a pleasure to meet them, and I look forward to seeing them again one day soon.

Black Lutheran Schools

I am forever enthused at what lies around the next corner. Always no matter where you turn in our beloved Southern Black Belt Region there is something to find that you did not know. Another story, another interesting person, place, or thing. 

I have been tied up for the last week working on projects concerning other business and had to refrain from rambling. Here it is another week coming up and last night my wife said, “it is supposed to rain mid-week.” If we are going to ramble, we need to do it tomorrow. Ha ha, she didn’t have to twist my arm. She is normally the one that is the responsible party in this relationship and tends to what needs to be done. I am normally the one that wants to be out rambling.

Last night I started scouring the maps. I had intentions of covering the area West of AL Hwy 21 and South of AL 10 as much as possible in the time we had. If you know the area, you know it is a sparsely populated area. Many miles of dirt roads with long distances where there are no houses of any kind.

Looking at Google Maps I found several potential things that I wanted to investigate in that area. As I continued looking, I found a church that jumped out at me. It was called Rosebud Lutheran Church and Rosa Young grave on the map. I later learned the proper name was Christ Ev. Lutheran Church and School.

Of course, I had no clue who Rosa Young was, but I had a strong awareness of the Lutheran Churches and Schools that had existed many years ago. I could remember the one at Tinela in Northern Monroe County. I actually remember as a very small child that they had school and church there in what would have been the very early 1960’s.

I also remembered that there was one North of Vredenburgh in Southern Wilcox County on the dirt roads that I always thought was one. I did not remember it being open, but I do remember going up through there and a guy I knew lived there on the property. There was also one out from Buena Vista. Although, I did not know where they were I had always heard that there were others. The ones I knew of closed to the best of my understanding and remembrance when they built a new one on the South side of Vredenburgh.  That one was larger and from my guess consolidated several of them into one. This would have been in the early 1960’s. I remember they had a school bus that I think was blue that served the school. I was very young when this happened, but I definitely remember much concerning it.

Because of my curiosity over the years, when I saw that one on the map it immediately jumped out at me. I knew that if there was a way, I would find it on this trip. We wound our way up through the hills from Beatrice checking out some other places that I had found on the map that were interesting. Because I am trying to be as thorough as possible locating things in an area, I was doing my best to get to as much as possible that looked like a possibility.

We ran miles of dirt roads some of them were pretty rough. With a rain coming in some of them would be definitely four wheel drive all the way in a Jeep. This time they were just slick and boggy. Next time will be a different story if it rains. We went through from old Nadawah across the hills and came out on AL 265 and then we turned back across the hills again from Fatama towards Neenah. Then finally in towards Rosebud. Watching my map closely we were able to find it with no trouble. Rounding the curve in the road there it stood. 

There was a green building trimmed in white. A lump came into my throat. I remembered those colors or in my mind they were the same anyway. The building looked to me almost exactly like the one I remembered from my early childhood at Tinela. As with every historical thing like that I see that for whatever reason my mind went elsewhere. It went to the old building on AL 41 out from Tinela. I remembered it when it was being used. Then I remembered it going down. Decade by decade slipping into oblivion being reclaimed by nature. In my mind they were exactly the same.

Mt Olive Church School (click link to read)

Then I started to focus on the rest of the grounds. Directly in front of the church was a grave surrounded by a metal fence. I then realized that this was the grave of a woman named Rosa Young. There was a small paragraph long introduction to her on her grave. 

Now if you know me, you know I had to find out more about this woman Rosa Young. They always say that Google is your friend. So, I went home and entered her name.

The first page that came up was the Encyclopedia of Alabama with her information.

https://encyclopediaofalabama.org/article/rosa-young/ From that information printed there I learned that she was known as the “Mother of Black Lutheranism in central Alabama. She was a strong advocate of education of rural children.” Rosa Young was born in 1890 and died in 1971. According to the above link, “she was instrumental in founding and promoting the development of Lutheran schools and congregations in the Alabama Black Belt.”

The story on the Encyclopedia of Alabama website is a great story and I will not try to elaborate more because the link to the information is there. One thing in the article in that publication however I strongly disagree with is that it states, “Young and a man named Nils J Baake visited these sites and founded schools that became centers of Lutheran congregations in Buena Vista, Tilden, Tinela, and Midway (all in Wilcox County) in 1916 and Ingomar (in Dallas County) in 1919.” I personally know for a fact that the one at Tinela, and Buena Vista were actually in Northern Monroe County. Tilden appears to have been in Dallas County, Midway also appears to have been in Monroe but at the writing of this post I have not located its where-a-bouts although I intend to if possible.

The Mission at Vredenburgh was a short distance North of the Monroe/Wilcox County line almost directly above the Apple Grove Church. Nothing stands visible there today however according to land ownership maps the Lutheran organization still owns the 5 acres there.

As I stop and think about this information that I have accumulated I can only imagine that it was a monumental feat for this woman raised in rural Alabama in those times to accomplish the feats that she did to bring education to this part of the Rural South. There are volumes more written about her online and in books so I won’t try to quote any more. 

Rosa Young is one more great American that should be remembered for centuries to come as a person in our great land that made a difference. In my opinion she is indeed a hero of our beloved Black Belt.

Pine Flat Methodist Church

We woke up this morning as normal. It was a cool early Fall Day with the wind blowing. After we had breakfast and a couple of cups of coffee my wife asked me if I had anything I wanted to do today?

Now if you follow me then you know that it does not take much to get me to head out rambling. We finished our coffee and got showers and packed some stuff for a picnic style lunch and got in the Jeep and headed out.

The quest today was for the very Southeast side of Wilcox County. I had determined that I need to try to make another trip into that area and try to find a few more possibilities for photos and stories. I am trying to do as exhaustive coverage as possible of the Black Belt Region and it requires at times numerous trips into an area.

We covered several things and wound up on Hwy 10 headed East towards Greenville. When we crossed the Butler County Line, I said I will turn around at the next good place I find to get out of the road.

As we rode along, we came to a cemetery on the left (north side of Hwy 10). I slowed and turned in. I decided to look at the headstones for a minute and possibly take a few shots of the cemetery. 

That is when I saw it. Sitting in the back, kind of in a corner was this beautiful old white church building. You guessed it. My phobia kicked in. The one that must take a photo of an old church. I just had to check that out.

I walked through the cemetery and captured a few shots of the various graves. One particularly interesting one was one I saw that was covered in seashells. I saw at least one that was above the ground. There were others with beautiful headstones.

I finally got to the back of the cemetery and maneuvered around and captured a few frames of that beautiful old church. 

I would be afraid to guess how many times I have traveled across AL 10 in my lifetime. It is not that often, but it has been a considerable number. I am sure I have seen it before but for some reason I did not remember paying any attention to this church.

I saw the sign outside that said the name was Pine Flat Methodist and it was established in 1858. 

I went on back to the Jeep and we went on our way. I pondered on this one for a while and then my mind went to other things and places as we headed on home.

When we finally got home, and I had opportunity I started to research Pine Flat Church. I found that it is indeed a Historical Black Belt Church.

The first source I found on it was the Greenville Advocate online newspaper (1). The article in the September 27, 2023, titled Pine Flat Church Celebrates 165 years jumped out at me. From that article I found that on October 1, 2023 Pine Flat held the yearly home coming event and this year was the 165thyear. This memorial event is held the first Sunday in October and has been since 1968.

The second source I found on this old church was from a site called (2) Wikimapia. It said, “In the spring of 1858, the present Pine Flat Methodist Church building was erected by the men of the community with the help of their slaves. Virgin pine trees were felled, and the timber sawed with a jigsaw at Bowen’s Mill. The boards were then hand planed.”

“The church lot was deeded by James and Martha Reynolds who lived near the site where the first house was built in Butler County; this home was erected by James K. Benson, government surveyor in 1815”. 

This article goes on to say,  “The church had a slave gallery extending across the front end. This gallery could be entered by stairs leading from the front porch. At morning services, the slaves sat in the gallery and in the afternoon special services were held for the slaves who sat downstairs while the white people attending sat in the gallery. When the church was repaired in 1870 the slave gallery was removed. The pews, communion rail, table, half octagon-shaped pulpit, and doors all are constructed of heart pine and are put together with square nails or wooden pegs. At first the center pews were divided with a solid partition to separate the men from the women. The one odd small bench, in the style of a colonial deacons’ bench, was one of three that were placed near the altar, and were used by those who came requesting the prayers of the congregation.”

This is truly in my opinion a historical Black Belt Church that appears to be in great condition and will hopefully be standing just as well kept for centuries to come. I salute those that are taking care of it and hope the generations that follow will do the same.

Sources:

(1) https://www.greenvilleadvocate.com/2023/09/27/pine-flat-church-celebrates-165-years/

(2) http://wikimapia.org/37239368/Pine-Flat-Methodist-Church

Ramah Church (Lowndes County)

Recently on my social media page I was asking for input on locating interesting places. Many times, I have done this in the past and had success in finding interesting places and other times it has been a dead end. 

On this particular time, I got several things mentioned and I made notes to figure it all out for some times of rambling in the future.

 One particular comment with a link immediately caught my attention. It was a blog post Michaelclemmer.blogspot. It was titled Ramah-The Church that Hope Built. Here is a link to this site. https://michaelclemmer.blogspot.com/2014/05/ramah-church-that-hope-built.html?fbclid=IwAR3SiRr2H0CY9J8wTsRK5J1quN-eH35Q9fuEWNhfNumQ3k9RY7d8NKyKlHc

Now like most times I read this and was immediately enthused on this great old church. Beings I was focusing on the areas of Lowndes and Dallas Counties I knew I had to find it while I was in the area.

I won’t in this post try to retell this writer’s story, but it is a noteworthy read.

Note that this Old Church was built in 1868 and was not affiliated with any denomination and was remodeled in 1904. From my observation it appears to be pretty much the same since this renovation.

Sitting at the bottom of the hill looking up at this beautiful old church gives one a sense of awe. As I recounted the story told from the linked blog post I could only imagine what it was like back when it was first built.

Reading that it was built by former slaves who were very poor it made it even more significant. Just to look up the hill at it and focus on the prominence of it. The commanding position on the top of the hill gave it distinction. 

As I do on almost everyone, I see I stop and think. I try to picture as typical Sunday morning. As I was thinking about it I could picture probably numerous people dressed as best they had to dress. Men, women, boys, and girls. Probably in a community as described there would be no flashy carriages. Probably only mules and wagons and people walking to get there in time for service. I could still visualize gatherings outside with food and laughter. This was a place I felt of peace. It was a place to gather, grow, and be uplifted and strengthened by the community around you.

This is one more place that has stood over 150 years and is still well preserved. Hopefully it will stand that much longer still as a symbol of Hope on this High Hill.

CME Church At Lowndesboro, Alabama

I say it most of the time when I write about something that I have found. “I love rambling in Alabama.” You never know what is around the next turn. There is always something new to learn. There is always something different to see. Just when you are kind of starting to wonder, “well I wonder what’s next.” Bang here comes something else. It never disappoints. There is always something out there if you keep on looking.

This week I was looking in the area of Lowndes and Dallas Counties. We were staying at the Prairie Creek Campground. We left home around mid-day and drove the camper up and set up for the night. Then we set out for whatever.

I call it whatever because I am looking for whatever. I don’t know what it is but when I see it, I will know. Historical, different, original, yep I want to see it and take photos of it and learn what there is to know about it.

Riding into Lowndesboro, Alabama Tuesday afternoon did not disappoint. The first thing I noticed was the big old pre-1900 churches. I don’t know what it might be called to be the way I am about them, but I don’t seem to be able to pass one of those old churches without stopping and taking photos of it. Lowndesboro is a treasure in that sense.

One such church that I found was the CME Church. Now all of them are neat and I will probably talk about them later but this one is different for sure. At first I saw the church and did not realize exactly what I was looking at. At any rate a friend of mine had told me about this church. I got some photographs of it and the others in town and then went over to the Library at Hayneville. In the Alabama Room at the public library is a treasure trove of Alabama History stuff. 

On one of the shelves, I found a book titled Lowndesboro’s Picturesque Legacies. In that book was the story of this church and how it came to be.

From the story I read in this book a wealthy planter by the name of Major William Robinson was instrumental in the building what was first named the Methodist-Protestant Church. This was a church that was typical of the time. It had a gable roof on it with a portico that ran across the entire front of the church. This portico was supported by four tall wooden columns.

This book and other sources I read online dated the construction of this beautiful church at 1833. Although I did not get to go inside to see for myself. The writing says that there are winding narrow steps inside on each side that lead to the balcony that is across the rear of the church. 

The thing that makes this one more unique than any other in the entire world is the small octagon shaped steeple with the copperplated dome on top. This dome was once on top of the State Capital at Cahaba. I could not believe it. That to me was one of the most amazing things I had ever seen. I have seen a lot of 1800’s churches but never even knew before this week that this one existed.

This is one of the oldest churches in the Black Belt Region of Alabama. The book said that The Methodist-Protestant Church acquired the dome from the capital after the flood of 1933 caused it to collapse. 

Major Robinson wanted to retain this part of the Cahaba Capital. He acquired the dome and according to the book Major Robinson had to use six yokes of oxen to move it and because of the road conditions it took him a month to move the dome from Cahaba to Lowndesboro.

The book goes on to say that when he got there with it there was a dispute among the members and all except two families left the church. They established a new church at the present site of the United Methodist Church.

At the death of Major Robinson in the 1880’s the building and property were deeded to a group of former slaves and their children. It was at that time renamed CME Church.

Services continued in the church until 1966. The building was abandoned in 1983. In 1990 it was leased by a local task force for fifty years so that it could be preserved.

Today it stands a beautiful building that I was so fortunate to get the opportunity to photograph and find out the history on. It is truly a beauty to behold.

Adams Grove Presbyterian Church

We all have things on our bucket list. For some folks the list is actually a real list and for others it is just something that they keep in the back of their minds. I am kind of that way. I don’t actually have a list made out that I follow but, I do have a lot of things that I want to see and do.

One of those things was to take a photograph of the Adams Grove Presbyterian Church at Sardis, Alabama.

I honestly don’t know the first time I saw a photo of it, but it was years ago. For some reason I have wanted to capture a photo of it ever since. Now you might ask why? I honestly do not know why it has stayed on my mind so long.

I have passed through Sardis several times over the years but for some reason I was in too big of hurry. Other times I would totally for some reason forget about it till it was too late to try to figure out where it was located.

On a recent trip to the Dallas/Lowndes County area taking photos and doing research I was in Selma. I had come across Hwy 80 from Prairie Creek Campground where my wife and I had our camper parked. I thought about it and this time it would not leave my mind, so I told my wife that this time I was going to find it before I went back to Prairie Creek for the night.

We drove down to Sardis, and I typed it in the map, and it popped up. I proceeded to follow the directions to get to it. I drove up and pulled to the side of the rode and as silly as it might sound to some I just stood there in the edge of the road in awe. Now if you are not addicted to taking photos of historical buildings that might sound crazy to you. However, for me it makes my mind go to racing.

Like I have done so many times before when seeing something like Adams Grove my mind went into overdrive. As I stood there, I started to picture in my mind what it looked like when it was new. I looked at what I could see from the road. As I stood there, I started to focus on what I could see of the interior. Obviously from the road I could only see a small amount, but it was enough.

I could picture it as it appeared in the 1860’s. I had read that it was constructed mainly in 1853 and somewhere in the back of my mind I thought that I had read it was finished in early 1854. (Researching later I did not find a date of 1854 so I guess that was just a dream.) 

I captured a few frames of it and proceeded back to the Jeep where my wife and Taffy our little dog were waiting patiently for me.

Riding on I was focusing on driving and the church. Pondering on what I had read up on it and what I saw. I had read that there were four different entrances. One for the women, which I assumed from past stories on others of the same time frame was the left front. One for the men which I assumed from the same sources was the right one. Then there were two side entrances for slaves to enter and they sat in the balcony. I have never heard any sources say whether the man and women slaves entered different doors.

All of the sources I have seen said that it was of an Antebellum Greek Revival Styled Architecture.  

As I said earlier, something about it just captivates my mind when I think about it. The time and expense involved in building it. I can see the men, women, and children in my imagination going and coming. I can see the horses and carriages bringing people. Probably some lived close enough as in most cases with many churches of that era to walk to church without a horse or carriage.

Then as I always seem to move forward in time in my mind I can for whatever reason imagine that there were cars. First Model T’s and then newer and more modern cars. 

From the best understanding I can find the last services were held there in 1974 and it was added to the Historic Registry in 1986. It is now privately owned.

This is just one more treasure that is slowly slipping into time and decay. In my opinion it would take an immense amount to restore it but it would be incredible to see it restored to its former glory once again.

This is truly one of many Black Belt treasures that I have been fortunate enough to get to see and hopefully one of many more left for me to find and photograph.

Mount Carmel Presbyterian Church

Here is a beautiful old church that caught my eye as we were out rambling. It is an example of one that has been preserved on the outside anyway. I do not know what the inside looks like nor if it is used for any kind of functions. 

It is located in Dallas County, a short distance from the Dallas Lowndes County Line. The local community is called Pleasant Hill. 32° 9′ 55.99 N 86° 54′ 31.212 W

According to the historical marker out front of this church it was a very old church that stopped meeting long ago. It served two different congregations for what would be considered by some standards generations.

It was originally a Cumberland Presbyterian Church. Originally it was named Mount Pleasant. It was organized on this location approximately 1821 by Rev. William James Moor. Rev Moor was a missionary from the Elk Presbytery of Tennessee. 

It was renamed Mount Carmel in 1827. The maker goes on to say that it provided early leadership for the Alabama Presbytery of the Cumberland Presbyterian Church. 

The present structure was built in 1852. 

Pleasant Hill Presbyterian Church, PCUS, was formed in 1873 and shared this building with Mount Carmel.

Mount Carmel was defunct by, and Pleasant Hill became defunct by 1935. Pleasant Hill was dissolved in 1963. Pleasant Hill Cemetery Association was formed in 1973 to oversee the care of the property.

If you read my blogs and have further information on it feel free to share any information you might have on it. I always love to learn more and more information on these things.

Ft. Deposit Methodist Church

Yesterday my wife and I were out rambling. We had our motorhome parked up in Southern Lowndes County. As always, we were looking for interesting things to photograph and learn about.

A few weeks ago, I had been through Ft. Deposit AL. taking pictures of the town as I have done so many in the past. When I came through before I had captured some images of a beautiful old church that I later learned was the Ft. Deposit Methodist Church. On the day I had come through before there was a food give away going on and there were cars lined up all over town waiting for the food that was being distributed. Because of that fact I could not get a shot of the church without cars in it, and I do not like to do that if possible. I had told my wife that if I could I would like to ride through and possibly capture some more shots of that one. 

We headed up to Ft. Deposit and made the turn down the street that this church was on and sure enough this time there was not a car in sight. That was awesome. I was excited beyond measure. On top of that they have been working on it when I was up before and now, they had painted the front and it looked incredible. I could not wait.

I parked my Jeep across the road and got my camera out and started to get into position to get a few shots. I heard a voice come from across the road where some men were working on finishing up the work on the paint. I walked across and the young man who introduced himself to me as Alan Little whose crew was working on the building started telling me about the building.

He asked me if I would like to get a few photos of the inside? Asking me that question would be like asking a pig if he liked mud. Of course, I wanted to. For me that is a rarity. Normally I do not go up close enough to these old churches to get inside. I do not want anything to happen to one and me be seen as the last one there. Normally I stay away although I love to take photos of them. Therefore, getting invited to take a few photos of this incredible old building was absolutely a treat.

He opened the door, and I went in. I was awestruck. Inside it is beautiful. I walked around and took random photos of the inside. The stained-glass windows were incredible. From my understanding they dated back to around 1800 but it was not clear to me where they had come from. I took several photos of the inside of the building, and they are shared here but honestly, I felt that they did not do this work of art justice. It is a show piece in my opinion.

As I walked through this incredible building, I was so thankful for the opportunity to get to witness it firsthand. I could imagine the finely dressed families coming in and sitting on the beautiful pews. I could in my mind hear the singing and then preaching that would have been there. 

As I walked out the door still daydreaming of what it might have been like I could visualize the carriages and wagons that people who drove would have been riding in. Being in town I would have figured that many would have quite possibly just walked to church thus not having a carriage or wagon to have to deal with. What an incredible show it would be to be able to see all of this as it was back then.

Once back outside, I saw on the side of the building a plaque that said Erected in 1861 Perfected 1899. From the best understanding I could determine the building was originally built in 1861. Then that building was destroyed or severely damaged and this building was completed in 1899. In the conversations concerning it I understood that the first service in this building was in Jan. 1900 although I did not catch the date.

After this preservation this grand old building should be standing several more decades and hopefully will continue to be preserved for centuries to come.

It was definitely an uplifting visit for me and I am so thankful that I got to witness it and be able to share it with those who follow my writings.

Fort Deposit, Alabama

As those of you that have followed me on Facebook and other means know that I am working on several projects. One being get a drone video of as many standing Forest Fire Lookout Towers that are still standing in Alabama as I can. Another project that I want to accomplish is to visit all 67 counties in Alabama. In those counties I like to document the buildings left standing that probably won’t be a decade from now. I also like to document as many churches as I can that I see. Most times it is the old country whitewashed ones standing out and away, but many of the others as well. Of course, I will photograph anything interesting, different, or historical.

As I say more times than not when I write, I photograph the decay of our beloved Southland not to point an accusing finger nor degrade any local areas but rather to bring awareness to what has happened, and the damage done. 

As is true with many I run into it bothers me to see what has happened to our great beautiful land. I try to shy away from politics and finger pointing as to the issues and rather to just show what has happened and allow those that see to make their own determinations. 

I know all of this sounds redundant, but I feel that it needs to be said over and over. 

Another decade and much of what we see in whatever forms of decay won’t be standing at all.

On this particular, trip my goal as to travel East from I-65 to the Georgia state line taking a zig zagging route pretty much North of Al. Hwy 10. This was to be my third trip across on this venture. The previous two trips had been across at lower levels with me working across one day, spending the night on the East side and working back West the second day. 

As I was planning a recent Ramble, I was looking at my maps. I was trying to make a determination on what route I wanted to take. As the paths across move northward it requires more driving over the same areas already covered to get to the starting point so to speak.

For whatever reason my eyes settled on Fort Deposit. I have been through what we all know as Fort Deposit on I-65 hundreds of times in my lifetime. I however, cannot say that I have ever visited the town of Fort Deposit other than many years ago I went to the Calico Fort Arts and Craft show a couple of different times. 

For whatever reason I honestly thought the town itself was on the East side of I-65 and not the West. 

As my eyes settled on Ft. Deposit I started to settle on a route there taking the back roads. On this route I found Mt. Willing where a Fire Tower is still standing that I did not have photos of, so I could check something else off the list of things I Was working on. I actually wrote about that in an earlier post. https://jacksonsramblings.com/mt-willing-lookout-tower/.

Now as I drove the route up, and shot photos of various things, primarily old churches on the way up, and got the Fire Tower shots done, I made it to Fort Deposit.

According to Wikipedia: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Fort_Deposit,_Alabama

Since 1890 it has been the largest town in Lowndes County, AL. According to the information on Wikipedia it grew from 2000 to 2010 but then declined between 2010 and 2020. I would venture to say from the appearance I saw it is declining sharply since 2020. I have no way of knowing that for sure and I honestly hope something changes to reverse that.

Reportedly the town sits on 5.6 square miles.

Fort Deposit was named for the fort built there under orders of General Andrew Jackson. It was a supply fort that was built to supply soldiers during the times of the Creek Indian Wars. It was incorporated February 13, 1891. It also is supposed to be the highest point between Montgomery, AL. and New Orleans, LA.

Again this information came from Wikipedia and is referenced there is anybody chooses to source it all out.

Now as I arrived in Fort Deposit I was not certain what I would see. From experience of traveling small old towns, I figured there would be some buildings that were vacant and in various stages of decay. Sadly, very seldom do I visit an older Southern Town do I not see that.

The very first thing I saw upon entering town was a gathering of people. Curious I slowed down and realized that it was a food giveaway. There were trailers with pallets of food that was being distributed. There was a line of cars with folks waiting in line to get food. This is a sight that is all too common across the country. I did not take time to even estimate how many cars there were nor how many people but I know that the length of the line was incredible to me. This added to my thoughts of how depressed our beloved Southland has become.

I rode around and took various pictures of the various places in town. This is a town that has suffered immensely. A once bustling beautiful town that is like hundreds if not thousands more across America that are nothing more than rotting down buildings. 

I say it every time I go into a town like this it breaks my heart. As I have seen on the various trips I have taken in the past and would see on this trip these towns are everywhere as I will write in blog posts to come.

Stores, post office buildings, doctor’s offices, churches, and many homes. So many times just sitting there deteriorating.

Many times, you can identify the place by the sign or remnants of a sign that is there still. Other times there is no sign and if a local does not fill you in you have no way of knowing what was there. Clothing stores, mom and pop grocery stores, all closed up. 

Overlooking the town there was a beautiful painted water tank. That is a sign of hope. It is a thing of beauty. As always that is still a sign of the future. I also saw numerous houses well kept up in the residential areas of town. That is a positive as well. Although the businesses were forced to close fortunately people are still able to. Live there. 

One beautiful thing to me was this beautiful church building. I hope somebody will chime and with comments and tell me all about it. It looks to me like it is going through some sort of renovation, which I think is awesome.

I saw other positive things here. There were other churches that were still kept. Even though there were many buildings that were empty or just there, there was life still in this town which I am glad to see.

Like so many of our southern neighbors this town will most probably be here many years to come and somehow I would not doubt it coming back to something of its former glory one day.

As always it was a pleasure to visit Fort Deposit, Alabama and hopefully I will see it again in the not too distant future and hopefully there will be signs of growth and comeback that are evident to all. 

Cane Creek Methodist Church

History is an incredible thing. Many of us take it personally to know all that there is to know about those things from our past.

Up till probably a year ago I did not know that Cane Creek Methodist Church at Chance Al existed, or should I say did not remember it existed.

Now in years past I had been to that part of the world and had ridden numerous back roads in and around it. I am sure that I had at some time passed it probably just oblivious to it. I am sure that I had seen it in fact but for whatever reason it never stuck.

About that time, I ran across a distant cousin of mine on Social Media and we were talking about our relatives from the past. Her grandfather and my grandmother were brother and sister. 

Knowing that I rambled backroads taking photos of old churches and such she asked me if I possibly had any photos of the Old Cane Creek Methodist Church. At that point it clicked. 

My Grandmother Ruby Bradford Knight was born in that part of the world in 1908. She had told me many stories of her early childhood living in that area. Now I can’t tell you for sure that she ever mentioned Cane Creek Methodist Church, but her family apparently were Methodist or she identified as Methodist although she never went to church that I knew of.

My great-grandmother and my grandmother’s brothers and sisters left the Chance area when my grandmother was 8 years old. That would have been 1816 apparently. She never mentioned the month or season of the year that I can remember anyway. Not totally sure of the circumstances under which they left. 

They were according to her version of the story traveling with an oxcart hauling their possessions that they brought with them. Their destination was Vredenburgh, Al. I have heard her recap numerous times the fact that they traveled to the ferry which apparently would have been at Lower Peachtree. 

One interesting thing about the story is that they spent the night at what was known as the King Plantation Mansion. This was a large Antebellum house that stood in that area. In the 1960’s it was dismantled and moved to Uriah, Al where it stands to this date. They spent the night there at the end of their first day of travel. They then left early and crossed the ferry with the oxcart. 

She never mentioned, that I remember hearing how long it took them to get to Vredenburgh. I would think that they would have had to spend one more night between the ferry and Vredenburgh but I do not know for sure. 

Anyway, back to Cane Creek Methodist Church. I am sure that there is a rich history of this old church as there is for most of the ones build throughout the US in the late 1800’s. From the design of it I would venture to say it was probably built mid to late 1800’s but that is only a guess. 

At the time of this writing I have not found anybody that has that history and I can only hope that possibly somebody reading this will come forward and give me that information because I would love to have it and possibly even write another blog post on it.

Like I mentioned earlier my cousin mentioned me getting a picture of it. So, I went and found it and got a few photos of it. The day I went there was logging equipment parked all around it where a logging crew was cutting timber there, so it was hard to get good shots of it but I was able to get a few. 

I had been planning to make a trip back into that part of the world in the not-too-distant future to get some more pictures of it. Hopefully this time there would be nothing around to interfere with good angles.

About a week ago I saw some photos on social media of it. I was shocked. A storm had come through and it had been blown off the blocks and severely damaged. I knew then that I had to go through and get some shots of it before it was gone.

This particular morning, I got up and headed out to Chance. 

I rounded the curve and saw it and it hurt me to see it. I pulled up and got my camera out and walked to various angles and took a few shots of it. 

As I stood there pondering over the dilemma that was present for this old church my mind went back in time. 

I started to think of all of the families and friends that had been there many years ago. I could visualize the men, women, boys, and girls coming and going. First, they would have come probably on wagons or riding horses. Possibly with Oxcarts or mules pulling them. Then I started to think, wonder when the first cars possibly came? 

As I walked to a different angle I started to think about the dinners on the ground. I pictured in my mind an outdoor table with fried chicken, and vegetables, and biscuits, and cornbread. I almost giggled as I pictured a washtub with sweet tea in it and a dipper to fill the glasses. 

As I walked back to the Jeep to get ready to leave, I started to focus my mind back to reality. This might be the last time I would ever see this old church. It was definitely the best condition, as bad is it was, that I would ever see it in. 

Like so many others here is one more that is about to be gone forever. A place that was community. A place where fellowship occurred. Where couples met. Where they were married. Where children were dedicated. A place of refuge. A place that was once held of high prominence that was now a fast-fading memory that the future generations would not even know existed.

It was a sad day that unfortunately for myself and many others like myself I will see played out hundreds of times in the future as I see old churches like this one that are slowly but surely being reclaimed by the earth back to the ground to be remembered no more.

The Bear Man

Anybody that knows me knows I love history and interesting stories.

As always when I get the opportunity to get out and ramble I do so. Recently I went up to the New Hope Church at Natchez. 

New Hope Church

est. 1855

Now I have been to the New Hope Church many times. I have friends who have relatives buried there. It is an old historical church that I just love to visit and photograph. 

New Hope church

I have walked the cemetery many times and have recounted the stories of those that I knew that are now long gone.

Over on the far end kind of alone I saw a cross shaped marker standing alone. I immediately remembered what it was. It is the grave of The Bear Man.

Now understand something, at the writing of this I am 66 years old and I have heard the story of the Bear Man all of my life. I have heard it told different ways. Normally because it was told by different people just like I am sure that my version differs from others who tell it. 

As I was reflecting on what I remembered, and I discussed it with my uncle Rickey House in Beatrice who is a walking history book. I also looked in the Centennial Edition of the Monroe Journal. I found a brief encounter of the story in the 1969 edition.

I knew the name of the bear but not the other names mentioned in the Centennial. 

The names I will mention are from the Centennial. The rest of the story is pretty much as I remembered it from numerous others, I have heard tell it.

 It is a unique story that in all probability no other communities in the entire US could duplicate.

As I have said earlier, I have heard several different renditions of this story. After reading the account in the Centennial I was able to see where the different versions might have come from.

For some reason in some accounts Buena Vista always comes up. In fact I have run into people over the years that would try to figure out where at Buena Vista the grave was. On more than one occasion I have heard that he was buried at Buena Vista. 

Anyway here is what I was able to come up with on this story.

All accounts I have heard that identified the man in any way would say he was a Frenchman.  Apparently, this man came into Buena Vista leading his bear. The Teacher one Professor Claude Hardy paid him to have the bear perform for the school children at Buena Vista. He would take a little boy’s hat and put it on the bear’s head, and he would stand on his hind legs and walk around and dance. Then after that he would have him climb a tree.

Upon leaving Buena Vista he proceeded on to Natchez with the bear. 

Now from here once again variations come in. According to some sources he was performing for children there. From others no mention is made of performing there.

Regardless of that fact at Natchez the bear attacked the Frenchman. Some sources say that somebody was killing hogs and the smell of the blood upset the bear and he started towards the smell and when the Frenchman tried to restrain him, he attacked. Others I have heard say he was performing for children at the school at Natchez. I am not sure and probably nobody else is totally sure now.

The Centennial says that he threw him to the ground and was literally trying to eat him alive. That leads me to believe that something like the smell of fresh blood might have been involved.

Numerous different sources say that he was screaming the bears name calling him “Jimbo” and begging him to stop. More than one says that you could hear him screaming for a distance the words Jimbo, stop, please stop.

It is not clear exactly when but according to the Centennial after the bear killed the Frenchman, a local man named Jim Reeves killed the bear with his rifle. 

Again, I have heard discrepancies in the story on this part but some sources say that the locals buried the man and the bear in the cemetery. Other sources I have heard said just the man and did not mention the bear.

Since nobody knew the man’s name they just always called him The Bear Man.

Now I do not know with 100 percent certainty what nor who is buried in the cemetery where the cross marker is. I however do know that there is a marker in the cemetery with the name The Bear Man on it and all sources I know of today agree that this is where he is buried.

The article in the Centennial puts it as happening in 1891 or 92. I have always heard it said as some time before 1900 or in the 1890’s. 

As I said at the beginning this is a story that I remember hearing told from childhood. Some of the people I have heard tell it would have been born in the early 1900’s so the story was not that many decades old from when they heard it however, I am not sure if they heard if directly from somebody that was a witness.

One thing for sure it indeed had to have happened and that is a pretty close rendition of how it did happen.

Thanks for reading. Jackson

Houses For The Dead

I am forever amazed at what can be found as one takes time to get out and ramble across this beautiful land in which we live. It seems that at every turn and down every dim road there is one more thing uncovered that was only known to exist by at the most a small handful of people. 

It seems that when we happen on some nugget of information or find one rare thing that it opens up a total world of information on that particular thing or even many more. For those of us who continually ramble, look, and investigate it becomes addicting. The urge sometimes gets almost over whelming to go look see find and investigate. 

Of course then there is the fact that once you find you must photograph it and then from time to time you must revisit that same thing again in the future. Possibly more than once we go back. Always wondering how has it fared this long. Possibly wondering how long it will be there before nature reclaims it totally.

Recently I found out about a place called Caledonia, Al. Now at this time I won’t go into any history on this place because I feel that there is too much to contain in this writing. However, I do want to share some insights to my visit there. Primarily I want to share about something that I had heard of but never witnessed in my life. In fact I it is something that to be honest I heard about a good while back but for some reason it was one of those things that I just filed in my memory but never took time to do anything with it.

What I am talking about I found in Bear Creek Cemetery. Bear Creek Cemetery is found down a narrow road in Southern Wilcox County. It is about halfway between Oak Hill and McWilliams just off the east side of Al Hwy. 21.

Although I had traveled that road hundreds of times in my life I had absolutely no clue that it existed. One of those things that you pass by so often but for whatever reason never take time to notice nor appreciate.

Because of the fact that I am very interested in history I am often invited to join social media groups that discuss things of historical significance. That is how I stumbled upon this gem. I was invited to join the social media group called Bear Creek Historical and Preservation Society. After seeing this group I found out about this old church and another one that is abandoned between this one and the state highway. Immediately upon the discovery of this one I knew I had to take a look see.

It was well on over in the day when we set out to visit this site. I had not been to this area rambling in quite some time and I did not have any pictures of it. With the directions I found on the group page I knew exactly where to look to find it. Of course, I had to visit some stuff before I got there but eventually we made it in to the church. 

Once we got to the church, I immediately took some photos of the church. Although I focus primarily on the old churches when I go to these places. I seldom ramble through the cemeteries themselves because of the fact that I am not as focused on the cemeteries as the churches and communities themselves.

Many times I walk to the fence of a cemetery and just take a few photos of the cemetery as a whole and leave. Today as I walked to the fence and started to look I saw it. Never before in real life did, I remember ever seeing one. There off to my right and down the fence was what first appeared to me to be a shed out in the cemetery. Now to be perfectly honest at first I thought it was a storage shed or something. It did not even register in my mind that it was actually a covering over graves.

It was at that moment it hit me. Wait a minute, I had heard of these before. I had seen pictures of some somewhere before actually but for whatever reason as I said above it was just info that I got but never focused on. Actually there was not just that one but there were two of the I the cemetery.

Now all of a sudden my attention was drawn to them. I had to get closer and get a photo of them and of course find out more.

Immediately I found out that they were called Grave Houses, or Grave Shelters. Quoting this shared by Martha Grimes Lampkin: In its Guide to Common Alabama Grave Markers, the Alabama Historical Commission defines a grave shelter as “a wood structure placed over an in-ground burial, usually with a gable roof and sides made of vertical pickets or boards. Some have boards with decorative jig work and a few are constructed with doors and windows to resemble houses. Grave shelters were common in some areas of the South and are generally associated with Native Americans and groups of Scotch-Irish ancestry.”

The purpose of these grave houses is not necessarily given as I guess they could serve numerous purposes. First of all in the 1800’s people were not buried in vaults. They were only buried either wrapped in some sort of fabric or just in their clothes, or in a wooden box that some friend, neighbor, or family member made for them. Therefore, quite possibly they served to protect the grave from the weather. Secondly, they served as a means to shade the grave in the hot summer days when family members or other visitors came to visit the graves. I am sure that there were probably other reasons for them as well.

Many of the ones in Alabama have fallen in from decay and nature has reclaimed them. There are estimated by some to be the oldest in Alabama still standing was estimated to be built in 1853. There are supposedly about 40 of them documented to be still standing in Alabama at this time. No one knows how many there have been built. 

I have been told that there is another one standing in the Hopewell Cemetery a few miles up the road from this one and I have been told of another one that I have not been able to confirm. 

This is just one more of the rare wonders of the past that is still standing out there in this great and beautiful Southland that we love to wander through. One only can imagine what else there is out there that is left to explore. The rare unknown that is right there under ones nose that many times we have passed right by without noticing or even knowing. I can only imagine what the next adventure holds and I can’t wait.

This is one thing that I never expected to find on this visit. I hope that there are others that see them and enjoy them just as we found them and were able to enjoy them for many years to come.

Oak Grove Baptist Church (Frisco City, Al)

I have talked to several people who like myself are always digging for things associated with the history of our great land. One thing that I have heard over and over again stated is the phrase, ”I have passed that one a thousand times but never thought about the history of it.” It is like they are hiding in plain sight.

One of those things for me is the Oak Grove Baptist Church outside of Frisco City, Al. Possibly because the church we look at today for many is a more modern beautiful building so therefore it doesn’t cross your mind to ask questions as to the age of the church nor the history of how it got to that point.

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I was talking to my Brother-in-law one night and talking about churches and the age and history of some. He attends Oak Grove and he started telling me about it. He then stated I can get you the history of this one and he did. I was furnished this information by Mrs. Mary Ida Barnes. Once I started reading I was amazed.

The Child in white on bottom in front of right door is Mary Ida Barnes Photo taken in 1927

She sent me a copy of a history that was written by Mrs. Lewis Blanton to read and get information from. In this story I will quote excerpts of information from this writing.

All old pictures furnished by Mrs. Mary Ida Barnes.

All credit of this historical information I give to Mrs. Lewis Blanton.

The Beckbe Baptist Association had been organized in 1816 and included several south-western counties of Alabama, including Monroe County. This, the first and oldest association in Alabama was later renamed the Bethlehem Baptist Association and continues to be strong, active, and respected today.

As the Southwestern portion of Monroe County began to grow, a need arose for a missionary Baptist church.

A concerned group of Baptists decided to establish a church in the fast-developing community. John Wesley Broughton, a planter who had been a postmaster in Tekoa for several years, donated land for a missionary Baptist church a short distance from Tekoa. The original members of the newly named Oak Grove Baptist Church, so named because of the large, aged oak trees in the vicinity, met in a house on the site of the donated Broughton property. The first service was guided by Rev. J.L. Eddins and Rev. Sam Jones.

The church began to grow as the county began enjoying a semblance of prosperity after the War. As it grew, it fulfilled a great need for Tekoa and the surrounding areas of the county.  Two years after the founding of the church, Monroe County suffered a severe winter, and new records were set as the ground was covered with six inches of snow. It would appear that the church had chosen a fairly prosperous time for its inception, for in 1888 for the first time in nearly a quarter of a century, Monroe County was finally out of debt.

Original Church Building

Not long after the church was established, a visitor came to the house. The man (legend has it that he was a colored man) wandered into the house and stayed there. This occurrence would have been a minor one except that this now infamous visitor was a victim of smallpox. The man died in the “house” as the disease claimed him, and in a desperate effort to curtail the spreading of the disease, the members of the church burned the building.

The congregation erected a new building on the site cross from the present-day parsonage. This second building would be used until 1908. 

During the early years of the church, the new converts were baptized in a pool between the Blanton and Broughton places, behind the area of the first church building. Then the church began using a pool near the old Alec Norris place, which was towards Jones Mill. Soon afterward, the church began baptizing in a pool behind Mr. Bill Sawyer’s place. Here Oak Grove built pool houses which served as dressing rooms. The church maintained this area for baptisms until the pool was placed inside the sanctuary.

Oak Grove came to the assistance of Howard College in 1869 when he Alabama Baptist Convention was in much need of funds to relieve the debt of he college. The college had founded in 1841 as an institution for men and would later become the co-educational Samford University.

Second Church Building

1897 was to be a particularly productive year or Oak Grove. The church sent its pastor J.W. Riffe, as a delegate to the Alabama Baptist Convention. 1897marked the first year of a Sunday School at Oak Grove (according to the Associational minutes). Under the leadership of Mr. Lorenzo Wiggins, the Sunday School Superintendent, the Sunday School that year was the second largest in the Association, second only to the First Baptist Church of Monroeville. 

In an attempt to improve the church, a committee was designated on October 14, in order that the spiritual condition of the church might be examined. This committee was intended to insure that the church as growing in a spiritual sense. The members were obviously concerned with the spiritual needs of the church body.

Not until 1902 was Oak Grove to house the annual meeting of the Bethlehem Baptist Association. IN that year the Association was 86 years old, and the meeting was held in the second church building of Oak Grove. Both the third and fourth “houses” would host the Associational meetings on several occasions.

W.N. Huckabee of Pineville came to the church in 1903. This gentleman served as pastor for eighteen years, until 1921, excepting only a brief interval in 1909 when L.C. Dewitte served in that position. 

The second church building began to fall in disrepair after the turn of the century. In 1908 the members decided that the church was not safe and that is must be substantially repaired or a new building should be erected. After a generous grant of land by Mr. W.M. Lane, the members decided to build a new “house”. On this site, the site of the present building, the new “house” was built. During the period of construction the church members met in the Tekoa schoolhouse. The new sanctuary was embellished by oil lamps with beautiful floral shades. Once the new church-affectionately in recent years referred to as the “old church” – was built, it quickly became an integral meeting place for the community. The building was designated as a voting area, md the church itself was used until the voting house was built. On July 19,1910 the church granted permission to the County Farmers Union to meet in the church building. 

In 1911 the South was still suffering from the 1907 Panic. Monroe County was in need for as Christ promised, “the poor were still with us”. Oak Grove established a committee to see to the needs of the poor. After its inception, the committee valiantly and unendingly saw to the ever-pressing needs of the poor. The congregation labored unceasingly giving to those who were less fortunate. 

With the coming of World War 1, the church, like the nation, knew the tragedy of war. The lives of many sons of the county were claimed as husbands, sons, fathers’ brothers and beaux risked their lives to protect their home and country. So many paid for this protection with their lives. Certainly the long war was ever present o the minds of the members of the church. Even though countians had purchased numerous war bonds, they could not and would not neglect the spiritual needs of the soldiers. On May 12, 1918 an offering was taken after services “for the purpose of helping preach the gospel among our soldier boys”. The church called W.N. Huckabee to serve as pastor on November 10, 1918 – only hours before the Armistice.

With peace declared God blessed America with a new prosperity. Oak Grove must also have been enjoying prosperity of the 1920’s for in 1924 a committee was appointed for the purpose of buying the pastor, Rev. W.A. Davis, an automobile. AS well, the organ which had been a part of the church for decades was sold and a new piano was purchased in 1927.

Two years after the purchase of the piano, the stock market on Wall Street crashed. This event at first may have had little effect on Monroe County but this occurrence developed into the Great Depression. The church, although hard pressed for funds, survived. The effort which had been extended toward the poor and needy continued even though many members of the congregation themselves suffered privation. Money became even more scarce, and the pastor was frequently paid in flour, chickens, and most especially in gallons and gallons of cane syrup. Tithes were also taken in this manner. Between 1931 and 1932 100 pounds of hay were collected as an offering. 

The spirit which had sustained the church through hard times, wars and prosperous times was severely tried. But the brave and stout-hearted members refused to allow deprivation to defeat them. The aged proverb concerning “stepping out on faith” was proven true time and time again. With a never-failing faith in God and he determination of everyone to do his part- to do what had to be done- the church persisted. These fine efforts did not go unrewarded for in 1936, I the middle of the Great Depression, the church raised $171.62 selling ice cream at a nickel a serving. In addition, the church acquired electric lights which were operated by a generator long before the transmission lines were erected. Here was a strong evidence that the membership had faith several times the size of a mustard seed.

When the decade of the 1930’s passed, with it passed the marking of the 50th anniversary of the Oak Grove Baptist Church in 1933. The years had gently passed Oak Grove. The church provided a semblance of security as the grandchildren of charter members began to accept responsibility within the church. The flame had been tossed and blown, but nothing would snuff it out.

The peace which had brought balm to a troubled land was sharply destroyed that Sunday morning when the Japanese bombe Pearl Harbor. Once again the members of the church were to sacrifice for the war effort. Men of the church and relatives went to fight at faraway places such as the shores of Normandy and the isle of Iwo Jima.

Many of these men would never return. Some of these families would again see their men fight valiantly in Korea and Viet Nam- some of our heroes returning, others to be only memories in the coming years. In all of these conflicts the support of the church was constant Daily prayers ascended to heaven.

Once more Oak Grove was to rind itself in peace time and mew matters of concern were pressing. The members recognized the need for a parsonage. In 1954 Mr. Fred Broughton, grandson of John Wesley Broughton, generously gave the church and acre of land for a new pastorium. The site was to be practically the same site as that of the first church building. It was completed and paid for in le than a year. The years 1954-1955 marked some of the greatest progress in the church’s history. There were 86 additions to the church, 46 by baptism. The Sunday School enrollment climbed from 78 to 189 and the Training Union enrollment climbed from 51 to 136.This growth was accomplished under the leadership of Rev. W.Q. Howe. Oak Grove rendered assistance to the Indian Mission in 1957, a time when many had forgotten the struggling Indians of Alabama. 

In the summer of 1958, the church after a considerable effort which included the buying of bonds had a new sanctuary. The sanctuary had been built after the completion of he educational building. A dedication ceremony complete with the laying of a cornerstone, marked the event. The gleaming white walls were replaced by a new look of solid, stately red brick, crowned with an inspiring steeple which lifts eyes upwards toward heaven. The “old church” was gone, but the new building with its modern appearance promised a new, progressive era. It conveyed to the county a message- the message that although Oak Grove Baptist Church displays a reverence for its cherished heritage, its chief concern lay in serving the Lord today and in the future. The “new church” made a statement that the church would not remain stagnant while the country changed, but would meet the needs of a fast changing society.

For over 120 years the members of the church has displayed a constant devotion to our Lord, our Southern Baptist beliefs and our county. No adversity—not war, depression or apathy—has snuffed the flame which burned so brightly in 1883. May Oak Grove’s light always shine brightly for the Lord.

One only knows of the greatness of our historical churches today if he or she is willing to research what great things they have done or what hard times and sufferings that they have endured and still came through to endure.

Puryearville Cemetery/ Centenary Church

Traveling through our beautiful Southlands there are so many sights to behold and so many things to learn. At every crook in the road there is history. Sadly, so much of it is fading away. While traveling through the dirt roads of Eastern Monroe County one encounters a road called Puryearville Road. Following that road there is a cemetery.

Over the years I have traveled that road numerous times. As I and other friends who research and ask questions have stated many times, we pass these things but really do not know much about them.

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On a recent trip through I started to ponder on this cemetery and the history of it.

Immediately I wanted to know more. So, I started to ask questions and seek out the rest of the story. That is where it got interesting.

Little did I know that this well kept beautiful cemetery way back on a red dirt road held a mystery that I wanted to learn. As with most things in history that we search out there is always more to the story.

In my searches I found that there was once a Methodist Church over that way by that same name. Further research showed that it actually stood beside where the cemetery is. They had removed that church and relocated it to a spot in Conecuh County and given it a new name.

The old Puryearville Methodist Church had become the Centenary Church. As I read more and asked more I found some history on it. 

According to a document that is on the Facebook Group Burnt Corn Alabama: 

Lazenby’s History of Methodism in Alabama and West Florida that is sourced by :

Reverend F.S. Moseley- — Eutaw, Alabama

Mr. John Cunningham—Evergreen, Alabama

Mrs. Eugene Riley—Monroeville, Alabama

This is excerpts of the account given in that document:

PURYEARVILLE METHODIST CHURCH MONROE COUNTY

The Purvearville Methodist Church started as a Society near Burnt Corn in 1820.

Among its earliest members were Isaac Betts, George Watson, and a Mrs. Puryear.

Another member there from 1820 until 1834 was James King, North Carolinian, licensed to preach in 1806 and moved to Alabama in 1819. It was while he was a member of Puryearville that he was ordained an elder by Bishop George in Sardis (Bellville) Church in 1822. King died at Allenton, Alabama and is buried in Oak Hill Cemetery in Wilcox County.

His wife is buried at Old Sardis.

 Thomas Clinton was the first pastor appointed to the Conecuh Circuit, and he probably served this Society. 

After some years this Society was moved to the community known as Puryearville and the church became known as the Puryearville Methodist Church.

Some sources say the first church was built in 1830. The property was deeded

to the trustees in 1843.. 

The deed to the Puryearville Church property is recorded in Monroe County Court House. This deed is dated March 25, 1843 and shows that Richard C. Puryear deeded 2 acres of land to Isaac Betts, George Watson, William Black, Joel B. Walden, and Thomas Pritchett

as trustees. R. H. Puryear and Richard R. Mosley witnessed the deed to which Hickman Fowler acted as Justice of Peace. James McCall was county clerk at the time. 

It has been said that the upstairs of this, church was reserved for the use of the Washington-Monroe Academy and was also used for Masonic Meetings. This old building also had a slave gallery.

A new building replaced this old one about 1880 or 1890. The compiler first saw this building in 1912 and it seemed to have been twenty or thirty years old at that time.

The second building did not have an upstairs but was a neat small church in a beautiful location surrounded by trees.

All the trees have been cut and the church services were discontinued between 1928-30. The building was moved between 1941-43 when Reverend Sam E Hudgens was pastor of the Burnt Corn Methodist Church. 

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The old church was moved and rebuilt on property donated by Mr. Sam W. Salter.

It was renamed The Centenary Methodist Church and was located about six miles east of Burnt Corn near the community known as Breckenridge. 

Oddly enough the Centenary Methodist Church was located diagonally across the road from the home of my Great grandparents the Dewberry’s. Finding all of this information on this church brought more meaning to me on it because of the fact that I am sure that they attended it some if not regularly. Little did I know any of this till I started to research Puryearvile Methodist Church.

Finding out all of this rich history of this cemetery and then going once again to the Centenary Church that is still standing brought a fulfillment to me and I hope it does to many others. I for one had been past the Centenary Church many times in my life. I had no clue of the connection that it has with the Puryearville Cemetery nor the community around it. This is one more reason that those of us who dig daily to learn thrive because there are so many stories that will be forever lost if they are not shared in media for the generations to come.

Lower Peach Tree United Methodist Church Visit

On a recent trip out in the areas on the West side of the Alabama River where the counties of Monroe, Wilcox, and Clarke all run together I went into an area that is almost like a no man’s land so to speak. The reason I say that is part of it belongs to Monroe County and is cut off by the river with no way to access it but, to come around through Clarke County, or go up and cross the river and come through Wilcox County. The areas of Clarke are remote and distant, and the areas in Wilcox are the same way. 

On this trip I wound up in Lower Peach Tree. Basically, Lower Peach Tree is an intersection of Wilcox County roads 35 and 1, with a convenience store most noticeably on the corner. I approached from the West coming into the intersection. Turning left and traveling North for only a short distance I found an old white church standing tall and stately beside a cemetery.

This was yet one more historic old Methodist Church with a strong long history in the Southland. Upon closer examination I found a small sign on the side of the church sign stating that it was listed as one of the Blackbelt Treasures. There was a number to call to get a recording on the history of the church.

Below is MY INTERPETATION  of what was given on that recording.

Peachtree Methodist Church and Cemetery.

The earliest church building was a log hewn building dating to their early 1820s. This was shortly after lower Peachtree was settled and Alabama became a state. 

 Around 1825 the Asbury Chapel or Church was built in the vicinity of Asbury Cemetery. Asbury Cemetery is now known by most as lower Peachtree Cemetery.  Both the church and cemetery were named in honor of Methodist Bishop Francis Asbury. 

In 1832 the Alabama conference of the Methodist Episcopal Church was formed.  Preaching places within the bounds of the Mobile district included lower Peachtree. 

The circuit preachers were John Laney and Gerald Whittington and the church continued in that circuit until 1846.

The church continued to be called Asbury Church by the local congregation. The first preacher appointed full time to the lower Peachtree circuit was Reverend Andrew J Hill in 1846.

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The new site for the Lower Peachtree Methodist Church South occurred in 1873. At this time the Northrup family donated the land on which the present church is located. Construction of the current building was completed in 1874. The church remained active through the 1900s. This was in spite of the terrible tornado that hit lower Peachtree in 1913. That tornado left 28 dead and many others injured and much of the buildings in town demolished. Most of the persons killed by the storm are buried in the lower Peachtree cemetery.

 In February 1986 a meeting was held, the closing of the church was considered. The result of the meeting was continuous service on each 5th Sunday.

 There were less than 20 members on role. After that it was stated that services usually have over 20 persons present counting active members and visitors.  The annual homecoming is celebrated on the 4th Sunday in May.

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I am not sure of the date of that recording. I am not sure when or if they have any kind of service at this church anymore. From the unkept appearance it is no longer in use but that is just an assumption. At any rate it is in need of sprucing back up. 

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As I stood and looked at this beautiful old building and the surrounding property, I could only imagine the good times that had been experienced there by those in generations past. I could imagine the folks in the beginning coming on horseback and on wagons. In later years in buggies and finer carriages possibly. Then in times after that cars coming with some horses and mules still tied to the side. Finally just cars and pickups.

I could picture in my mind young people laughing and running. I could picture diners on the ground with piles of food. Ha ha I could almost smell the fried chicken and I got hungry and had to leave.

It saddens me every time I see one of these old churches that sits empty and no appearance of every being rejuvenated. Sitting out in a very rural area with no viable population close by.  As sad as it sounds it appears that this one will not last for another generation to enjoy.

I so hope I am wrong.