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Poem: The Peoples Church

It was just a ramshackle building, Built from old war-surplus lumber; But we used to go there on Sunday, To hear sermons of lightning and thunder
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  THE PEOPLES CHURCH

 

It was just a ramshackle building,

Built from old war-surplus lumber;

But we used to go there on Sunday,

To hear sermons of lightning and thunder

 

The church was built in Bible Hill,

Not far from the Pictou road;

Where the village first started out,

Almost three hundred years ago.

 

A community effort built that old church

And everyone pitched in voluntarily;

Building materials came from Debert, N.S.,

Which was a training centre militarily.

 

After the war, Debert Base was closed,

It wasn’t needed anymore;

The barracks buildings were all torn down,

From the rooftops to the floor.

 

Well, the lumber was remarkably good,

And it did the job just fine;

That lumber was used to build our old house

In that same 1948 summertime.

 

The Church was located on East Court Rd.,

Down the road from our house;

Adjacent to our neighbor Bertha,

Who was Davy’s soul mate and spouse.

 

Perry F. Rockwood started here,

He preached about Hellfire and Deity;

It was the origin of The People’s Church,

And would become a World-wide entity.

 

Rev. Rockwood opened another church,

On a downtown Truro street;

It was a very much larger building,

Than the one where we used to meet.

 

I remember we did a job there,

My father and our old truck and me;

We washed windows with water and vinegar

And dried them with newsprint complete.

 

Eventually the Church moved to Halifax,

And sent broadcasts all around the World;

They may still be doing that today,

Preaching sermons about the Golden Rule.

 

But back to the Church on East Court Road,

Mr. Johnson taught us Sunday school;

He was a salesman during the week,

And sold useful products and tools.

 

I remember Mr. and Mrs. White,

Mr. White was a minister too;

He preached his sermons every Sunday,

And he always wore a suit of blue.

 

The Church was a community centre,

For concerts and picnics and meetings;

We’d gather with all of our friends there,

Although there was limited seating.

 

The East Court Church has disappeared,

It’s gone by the way of progress;

But it’s where I went to Church on Sunday,

Dressed up in my Sunday best!

 

Bob Bartlett,

North Bay