Tuesday, October 07, 2014

North Gate

"Sunday morning, glorious sunshine filtered through ever present fluffy whites as we toddled along the two lane to North Gate Church, an abandoned white clapboard whose stunning cross topped slender tower cast his shadow over the border to Canada.  Yes, we were that close, only feet from the international border dividing Canada and USA. 
The small community, home to oat grain elevators along the rail road tracks owned by Kelloggs, was now a ghost town. Not quite; three families still lived on lands visited on frequent summer evenings by coyotes and fox.  Dogs no longer lived in town and the church was unattended, unbishoped most of the  year. 
Twice yearly, once in June and once again in late September, the Lutherans from all round the countryside brought their picnic lunches, their children, their grandmothers and fathers  to a mid-morning Sunday service complete with organ music, choir, and a properly attired minister. "

Hand Me Downs: A Prairie Tale