I had such a nice time wandering around Silverton, you might enjoy seeing a few more pictures.
The old jail.
Street view.
This old church.
The color!!!
They were happy to pose!
Read about my Silverton experience here. Read about the train ride that took me there by clicking here.
One of my favorite stories I have told here involves Wesley Chapel, an abandoned church just 30 minutes up the road. I hope you’ll revisit that story here.
Meanwhile, I stopped by the other night just to check on the old place and to further mourn its deterioration. Here are some pictures.
Things have worsened a lot since my first visit.
The windows had all been been boarded up but someone has removed some barriers so you can see inside from a few angles.
The piano remains, likely because it was too heavy to carry and impossible to even give away.
Can’t you hear it? I’m imaging an elderly woman named Mabel who pounded those keys with vigor as the congregation sang “Shall we gather at the river.”
This next image will haunt my dreams.
I don’t know why it bothers me so much but I find the sight of that lone chair in an empty and forgotten church entryway incredibly troubling.
The steeple still reaches Heavenward but it looks worse for the wear.
Here’s a closer look at the cross on the other side of the steeple.
Part of me wishes I could stop going there and part of me doesn’t want to try. Meanwhile, go read that first story if you don’t mind. Here’s that link again.
A recent work assignment found me on foot in Lancaster looking for photo ops. The thing about walking is that you notice things that you might miss from the car. Case in point: this old church, tucked in between two houses on a street about a block from downtown.
Check out the window and the patina on the brick!
It appears to be a private residence now and I would love to see inside but obviously had to settle for a couple of exterior snapshots before moving on and getting back to work. It was hot that morning and I was too warm and tired by about 10 a.m. so this little shaded area was quite inviting and I could imagine sitting down under the tree with a cold drink and a book.
What a cool place to live.