My family took a short day trip to visit an old family church last Saturday. It’s where my grandfather grew up going to church and my dad has good memories of visiting there when he was younger. Members of our family used to make frequent trips to visit our uncle that lived in the area and see all the family sites around it, but I guess I was maybe 10 the last time I visited. So when Dad mentioned that he was going this past Saturday and that anyone who wanted to could go with him it seemed like a perfect opportunity to expose my kids to a little family history.
This is the church. It’s small and no longer used much. It’s named Mossy Grove because at one time it was surrounded by trees full of Spanish moss. They’re gone now but the name remains. The building is very simple…just one room, no air conditioning, a wood stove to heat with, and plain wooden pews (some of them still original) to sit in.
This old piano is sitting neglected in the corner.
The keys are warped and twisted.
In another corner is an old wooden chest full of old Bibles that are mostly in pieces. Loose pages are here and there.
I absolutely love old books. Curled pages and worn covers set my heart aflutter. This Bible was one of the few that was mostly intact and the patina on it is gorgeous.
I tried to find a date to see how old it is, but I couldn’t. This is the title page inside.
And this page was printed near the front of the Bible. I love the flowers and lettering so much. I’m planning to print this out and display it in my house in some way.
The cemetery outside is full of old graves of relatives.
This is my great-great-grandfather and grandmother’s grave marker.
As I mentioned before, most of the moss around Mossy Grove is gone, but we did find some on this tree near the back of the cemetery.
Daddy visiting with his cousin the cemetery.
Me with my girls on the front porch of Mossy Grove.
Mama and Daddy
After leaving Mossy Grove we went to see the house where my grandfather grew up. Someone outside the family owns it now so we only looked at it from the road.
My great-uncle’s first wife lived in this nearby house. Now the house is abandoned.
Another house up the road a ways had a yard full of Spanish moss. The driveway was lined with huge live oaks just dripping with it. We stopped and took pictures because it was so pretty.
This is the house at the end of the drive. I don’t know how old it is, but Dad said it was there when his dad was young. I love that it’s still kept up and someone lives in it.
It was a fun day to spend with some of my family. Thanks for looking!