They say today is Blue Monday, the most depressing day of the year. If you believe in that kinda thing. So cheer up dear reader, the days are getting longer and you woke up so it can't be all bad.
It still amazes me to see abandoned places, I am really not sure why I am fascinated with them but I am and I will drive for hours, pull over unexpectedly (safely), make u-turns (safely!) and take photos from as many angles as possible. Winter is not my favourite time to explore, snow makes it hard to pull over wherever I want and sometimes the seemingly endless white landscape doesn't make the most interesting photo....in my opinion of course. I have seen stunning winter photos but I can't take one for the life of me. Plus getting myself or my car stuck would not be fun. I stepped off the roadside on my latest excursion and got snow over the tops of my boots....you never know what is under the snow or how deep it is.
Log church c.1925 |
There was too much snow to look around the grounds (the gate was almost totally obscured by snow) but someone is looking after this old place as the covers on the windows and doors are recent. An internet search shows a photo of the churches in January 2014 and the windows and doors are not covered.
"The old order changeth, yielding place to new" Tennyson. That about sums it up.
Original log church - Provincial Archives photo c.1910 |
Provincial Archives photo 1935 |
Provincial Archives photo 1950 |
Resources used:
https://hermis.alberta.ca/paa/
Great post. You beat me to this one.
ReplyDeleteI rarely see something cool before you..I'm sure it won't happen often.
DeleteFantastic! Nice subject there. Thanks for taking the time to research its history and share that here.
ReplyDeleteJust a little late replyinng....thanks Chris!!
DeleteYou have an amazing sense of where to find these old buildings. Thanks for your help Jenn.
ReplyDeleteThanks Glen, this is a neat place, with the old log church still there.
DeleteThanks for posting these photos. My great grandfather was the minister at this church in the early 1900s. I've never been there before but I feel connected to the place through your photos. Thank you.
ReplyDeleteHey Heather,I was just there today visiting my great great grandfather Austin McKitrick's grave. He was a minister at Riviere Qui Barre from 1892? To 1895? He may have helped build it. Very interesting!
DeleteHey Heather,I was just there today visiting my great great grandfather Austin McKitrick's grave. He was a minister at Riviere Qui Barre from 1892? To 1895? He may have helped build it. Very interesting! If you want to compare history hit me back kaylamckeever87@gmail.com
DeleteMy foster mother used to play the organ there for her Dad, last name Rooke, circa 1925
DeleteLove all these comments of people the blog has reached with a connection to Goshen.
DeleteOur former neighbors/ close friends are buried in the graveyard there: David Fisher and Helen Fisher (nee Rooke). Helen was likely related to the organ player mentioned above (circa 1925). Helen used to tell us about attending church there in the old cutter sleigh, presumably before roads or when they were impassable. To the day they died they maintained Sunday as a day of rest
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