The back of the church. The upstairs was once a balcony and this is where the slaves sat when they attended church with their families. The area has been converted to Sunday School rooms.
I had to take this photograph of the view out the window. I always ponder on the people over the years who sat in the pew and gazed out this window while the preacher was preaching. Now you know we all daydream occasionally in church!! I remember looking out the window at the little church I attended as a child. My present church does not have windows at gazing level! Perhaps for a reason!
This pretty tree gives shade to the old graves below it.
Barry also showed us this old school that his father attended as a boy. A local member of the community purchased the school, moved it to his property and restored it. I would love to see the inside of this old beauty.
It is good to step back in time and remember all those who worked hard in the week, worshipped together on Sunday and hoped that their descendants would make them proud.