How many babies were welcomed, how many marriages celebrated, how many deaths grieved within these walls?
My husband once wrote a poem about this church which began, "There's a church by the maples, standing on the knoll, that watches
o'er the Center like an old friendly soul." The poem may be read in its entirety on
www.WizenedWizard.com (click on "Ruth's Song" on the sidebar menu).
