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Country Churches and Cemeteries in North Carolina

While at our daughter's home in North Carolina we took several excursions along the back roads while "leaf peeping". We saw many little churches and cemeteries. I'd like to show you some of my favorites.

This pretty little church on the hill was having a worship service that morning. We couldn't see any cars at first, but as we drove up the drive and circled around toward the back, we saw the parking lot full of cars. I hope we didn't disturb anyone.


All of the tombstones were slanting toward the top of the hill and the church. There were several square stones placed in the ground on an angle. The one in this picture at the end of the row has a child's name (last name Green) with his day of birth and day of death. I also saw some of this same type of marker in the St. Thomas Episcopal Church cemetery in Bath, North Carolina.

This seemingly abandoned church with the red door had a sign that said, "Open for Prayer Daily." This was on a Sunday afternoon somewhere around the little community of Todd.

North Creek Primitive Baptist Church, Service 3rd Sunday, Established 1742

Mount Olive Church of Christ
Just outside of Bell Haven on the way to the Outer Banks

Right outside of Bell Haven we were stopped at a routine traffic stop. Out in the middle of nowhere! My daughter decided after that she should stop and attach her new license plate sticker before we saw another highway patrol. We pulled over in Mount Olive's parking lot and we took pictures while she worked on the plate.


One of the prettiest churches we saw was the New Sharon Methodist Church in Hillsborough, North Carolina, which is my son-in-law's family church. This is the cemetery where his grandfather is buried. These two pictures were taken late in the afternoon.

All photographs property of Judy Richards Shubert
Copyright October 2008 - Taken with Olympus SP-550UZ

Comments

Janet Iles said…
Thanks for sharing those great photographs of the country churches and cemeteries. They are great places to visit.
Thanks, Janet. I love the different styles of buildings and can just imagine each of them filled with people ~ as the nursery rhyme says, "Here's the Church, here's the steeple, open the door, there's all the people." Glad you enjoyed my post.
Colleen said…
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tipper said…
I've enjoyed seeing the sights of NC you've been sharing. Seems like it was a fun trip!
Thanks Tipper! It was a great trip. I always enjoy my kids and visiting there, but it was twice as much fun showing my cousin around.

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