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| Dr. Fagan, " There's nothing but Methodist up here". And his most plaintive quote, "I always wanted to be a Methodist". |
| Over hill and dale we rode. Then I did a U-Turn and returned to this neat house. You know, old chimneys and all that stuff. I looked across the street and saw the mail box with the name, Reverend Sharp. Little did I know we were on the "Church Stretch". |
| These little churches start looking alike but this one didn't. It was now in this carnation as a cinder block pink double row building. Nothing to take a picture of untill you realize the significance of the architecture. I would guess they were through with vunerable pretty wood and wanted something to last. You get that way at times. |
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| To the side of the open area, Ray found this old pump. He said that after you started it, it would continue flowing. It must have been very close to being an artesian well. I didn't see if it was still on its pipe or just sittng there. |
| Next was the Next Church. I got distracted and didn't pay attention. I did like the stained glass. |
| Thank goodness for historical markers, I blurred on this one, also. I am glad there are so many of them left, a result of slow transportation. We stopped at 37 more, all historical, all beautiful, all deserving a picture. We're done for today. Hour's over. |
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