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Old Brick Church

(Portions of today’s post are copied from one I published in 2011.)

You may recall previous posts mentioning the cemetery in my hometown. Although it was officially “Lawnes Creek Parish”, for as long as anyone remembers, it’s been known as “Old Brick Church”.  Graves there include those of my ancestors on both the maternal and paternal sides of my family.

The cemetery surrounds the ruins of the old church.

My late sister, June,  took this picture many years ago, showing a portion of the ruins. You can see the brace around the exterior of the walls to provide support.

Sadly, Hurricane Isabel in 2003, toppled several huge old trees in the cemetery, causing severe damage to the ruins. The brace was no match for the power of that storm.

It was a heartbreaking sight. When Marshall and I first saw it, I cried, and I think he was holding back tears.

In addition to the devastation to the church ruins, numerous tombstones were displaced and broken by the uprooted trees.

Removing the trees and replacing/repairing the tombstones took quite some time. After the trees were gone, it was easy to see how badly the church had been damaged.

The decision was made to retain and restore as much of the church ruins as possible.

A few years ago, I was honored to be asked to serve as secretary for the association that maintains the cemetery. The committee is made up of hometown folks I’ve known since my childhood. It’s a friendly, informal group.

Last Saturday, we held one of our clean-up days in preparation for this month’s memorial service. It was a breezy, chilly day, but perfect for pictures.

The Old Brick Church is across a highway and field from Bacon’s Castle.  I seem to feel the same about both properties: I can never have too many photos of them.

~These Days Of Mine~

 

 

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Irene, Don’t Be An Isabel

 
(But, PLEASE, don’t be any worse.)

Having always lived in southeast Virginia, the word “hurricane” was in my vocabulary from an early age. My memories of a few storms from my childhood include lost electricity, rainwater in the house, and power lines on the ground after the storm passed.

Since I’ve been an adult, there’ve been a couple that have gotten our attention. Floyd, in 1999, was one to remember, but probably the worst was Isabel in 2003.

We’re now under a hurricane warning, and preparing for Hurricane Irene. And she’s predicted to be a doozy.  So I thought I’d share some pictures of Isabel. Just to give you an idea of how our scenery changed around here while she was in town.

If you’re a regular reader here, you may recall seeing pictures of this pier out to the marina in front of our house.

During Isabel, it floated BY our house.

The following day, the marina was pierless.

This picture of our side yard was taken from our garage door earlier this summer, during our little Poker Run party.

This next photo is of the same side yard during Isabel. Yes, that’s the Pagan River IN our yard.

And finally, this is looking down on our deck from an upstairs window – on a “normal” day.

And this was taken during a most abnormal day, the day of Isabel. Once again, the river IN our yard.

We didn’t evacuate, our house didn’t flood, and although we lost approximately 20 trees during the storm, none of them fell on our house. Oh, and we were without power for several days.

Is it easy to see why we’re not looking forward to the next 48 hours?