A few days ago two of my nephews and I were driving from Dalton and they expressed a desire to drive by and see "Mother's Old Church," as they called it.

What was our consternation to see it being demolished. My very soul was hurt to see the only spiritual home I have ever known being destroyed. My earliest memories of Christian things were learned there. My church vows was also taken there and with my people I for years took communion there. To me every brick in its walls was sacred, and its altar holy. I exclaimed: Who has dared profane this sanctuary?" My grandmother, moving here from South Carolina, was instrumental in its erection and the largest donor and remembered the church in her will. My family, impoverished by war, made every sacrifice to keep it alive and provide a minister. That is well known over the county. I am the only communicant left in the county, and it strikes me if the church was to be handed over to a member of another church, common courtesy demanded I as least have notice. There were many things of no intrinsic value I would have treasured for their association, but I see even God's house is not immune from slick trading.

The last and bitterly hurt member of the dear old Presbyterian church at Spring Place. Lela Wilson.

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