This was the church previous to 1849, when the present building was dedicated. It is now used as our town hall.

Dedicated February 14, 1849. Note trees. (A few of the church pictures were taken a year of two later than 1909.)

The front view. Note the tall elms, showing signs of age. They may have been set in 1849. This is one of the most beautiful Village Colonial churches in Connecticut.

View From the South West. Again, note the trees. The horse sheds may be glimpsed around the back of the church.

The view from the South East. The former church building may be seen across the street

This view emphasizes beautiful details. The unsurpassed spire, the belfry set in a circle of graceful Corinthian columns. The decorative urns above the columns. The fine Ionic tops to the front pillars, and the exquisite symmetry of the whole.

These details enlarged.

The Pulpit. Note the Pulpit Desk. The chairs, possibly Chippendale design, much modernized, the communion table, a design from Norman times. Note also the seeming depth on the flat wall between columns. The wall of course is flat, and the appearance of depth is made by the painted design. This was used in some later Colonial churches, though probably the first decoration back of the pulpit was the more common one, a plain painted wall.

This beautiful Light Standard carried at first some sort of lamp, before the invention of the electric bulbs.

The Rear of the Auditorium. Noted painted designs of the cornice, the edge of the ceiling, and the upper portion of the side walls.

The Chandelier probably used at first, whale oil lamps, which were replaced by kerosene, and later by electric bulbs. This was not the original decoration of the church, which was probably white or ivory without design.

Let us pay tribute to the very able Committee, that chose the design, and built the church. The Pastor was Rev. Francis L. Robbins. An unusually able preacher, and also executive, he held the pastorate for many years.

His monument, in Enfield Street Cemetery, tells us that he was born in 1787, and died in 1850, the year following the dedication to the church, age 63.

The Chairman of the Committee was Col. Augustus G. Hazard. His palatial home on Enfield Street was built, I believe, just before the church was built. He was the owner and Manager of the Hazard Powder Mills, of Hazardville.

He was born in 1802 and died in 1868, age 66. For the construction of the church, he gave generously, leadership, judgment, appreciation of good architecture , and money. His monument is in Enfield St. Cemetery.

Dr. Asa L. Spaulding lived in the house on Enfield Street, now occupied by Newell Parsons.

He was born in 1800 and died in 1864, age 64 years. His headstone is in Enfield St. Cemetery.

Henry A. Abbe lived in Wallop, in the house now occupied by Robert Neelans. The last years of his life were spent in the house now occupied by William Whitney, Jr.

He was born in 1799 and died in 1893, age 94 years. His monument is in Enfield St. Cemetery.

Col. Jabez King lived in the house now occupied by Rev. Horace King, on Enfield Street in Thompsonville.

He was born in 1782 and died in 1869, aged 87 years. His monument is in Enfield St. Cemetery, near the northwest corner.

Jonathan Pease lived in the Weymouth section of Enfield, in the house occupied by the Oliver family, on the road running east from Allen’s corner.

He was born in 1778 and died in 1869. His headstone is also in the Enfield St. Cemetery.

Col. Robert M. Abbe, the man on the left, kept and lived in The Tavern, which stood on Enfield Street, was later remodeled, and the present house was built near the site. The present house was built about 1849. The man on the right is Henry A. Abbe, another member of the Building Committee, whose picture we saw a little before this one.

Col. Robert Abbe was born in 1796 and died in 1883 at the age of 87 years. His headstone is also in Enfield Street Cemetery.

Normand Allen, shown here with his son, was the grandfather of our Normand Allen and lived on Enfield Street, in the house now occupied in the summer by his grandson.

He was born in 1801 and died in 1860, at the age of 59 years. His monument is in Enfield Street Cemetery.

Charles Clark lived in Scitico. He was born in 1797 and died in 1867 at the age of 70 years. The McAviney family now lives in the house.

His headstone stands in the Hazardville Cemetery, and is the one on the left. His wife, Dorothy is marked by the one at the right.

Ephraim Potter lived in the house north of the Hartley Store, and is now occupied by Mr. William Miller. He was born in 1808 and died in 1888 at the age of 80 years.

His headstone is in Enfield Street Cemetery.

Dr. Horatio Arnold Hamilton lived in the house now occupied by Harry Woodward, on Enfield Street. He was born in 1778 and died in 1850 at the age of 72.

His vault is in the West Cemetery of Somers, Connecticut.

As you look at these faces, you must agree that the Committee responsible for the architecture and construction of this church was made up of unusually capable men. The Meeting House of The First Congregational church of Meriden, CT was completed just before this one was built. The architecture was the same of both. It is probably that the Committee visited the one in Meriden and used it as a model, as this church is almost a duplicate of that. I have made this simple tribute to a Committee who built better than they knew.

Going North from the church, we come to the house occupied by Mr. Connor.

Home of Thomas Ash.

Home of Joseph Pierce, with Mr. Pierce on the lawn.

Mr. Pierce, his helper, and I think Joseph Mayo. Mr. Pierce was a neighbor worth having.

The home of Mrs. Rial Strickland.

The Parsonage and the barn. Mrs. Yale is on the lawn.

Mrs. Yale is waiting for the trolley, by the tree near the parsonage door.

This is the parson who made the pictures. The people used to come to the Parsonage to view objects of interest in the heavens. Two hundred and twenty-five people came on one evening of special interest, and kept the telescope busy from dark until 2 am.

Home of Harry Newton, Supt. of the Trolley.

Home of Mrs. Thayer. Mrs. Thayer is the lady on the left.

The Catholic Apostolic Church.

Home of Augustus G. Hazard, Chairman of the Building Committee to the church. Now the home of Mr. Rockwell.

Home of John A. Colburn. Miss Alice Colburn and her sister Mrs. Herbert O. Spencer are on the lawn.

Home of Mr. Campbell. His son Herbert is on the veranda.

The John Pease House.

At Mr. Burbank’s home, we find George Washington Burbank and his sister Laura May, on the lawn, while Mrs. Burbank stands on the step.

Nelson Dalton had bought this house, and made it into three apartments, one of which he and Mrs. Dalton occupied.

Newell Parsons lives in this house. When the church was built, it was the home of Dr. Asa L. Spaulding, one of the members of the Building Committee.

S.A. Darragh and family are newcomers to the street, but have made a place for themselves in its social life.

Mrs. Sexton is sitting on the porch of her home, which always presents a neat appearance.

Mr. Ensign Abbe is a vigorous and colorful figure. In carriage and movement, he always shows the effect of Military life.

Home of Mrs. Lillian Tucker, with Mrs. Tucker walking toward the street.

George T. Matthewson’s home is best known to us as the home of his daughter, Grace, for some years the talented soprano of our choir.

Home of Mrs. Laura Abbe.

Isaac Allen’s house.

On the lawn of Mr. Allen’s house we find William Carson and May Screen.

Mr. Allen B. Hathaway lives in one of our finest houses, and is himself an exceptionally fine citizen.

The simple attractiveness of the cemetery across the street, so neatly kept, is due in large part to his taste, and devoted oversight.

North of the cemetery stands the harness shop of Mr. C.A.Killam. For many years this has been a distinct asset to the street.

Home of Mr. and Mrs. Killam.

Dr. Vail’s Sanitarium reflects credit to its management, and some of our church attendants live here.

We know Mr. Herbert Vail best for being our Deacon for several years. His love for bees is his recreation. He is holding a comb of honey, taken from one of his hives. The Minister loved his Deacon, but more, he feared his Deacon’s bees. So, after taking this picture he beat a hasty and somewhat undignified retreat.

Dr. Edwin S. Vail is head of Sanitarium and his beautiful ivy covered house is on the screen.

Lillian Brown is one of the girls in our Sunday school. So when the photographer found her in the hammock, visiting her friend Gertrude Bissland, he turned the camera on them.

Lillian, Gertrude, and Mrs. Bissland are standing on the lawn.

Here is the home of a family that has done much for the church. William H. Whitney. Those on the lawn are Miss Annie Whitney, Mrs. Whitney, and Mister Whitney.

Home of Mrs. Chestnut. Her daughters Nellie and Bessie are faithful members of our Sunday school.

This is the home of Henry Clay Woodward, and his daughter Carrie.

Horace King, the pastor of the Catholic Apostolic Church, lives here. And the house interests us because it was the home of Jabez King, when the church was built, and he served on its Building Committee.

The home of Deacon Robert King is of the attractive places on Enfield Street in Thompsonville.

The Henry Brainerd house, now occupied by Charles and his sisters Ursula and Cornelia.

East of the Thompsonville Library stands the home of Mrs. Elizabeth Parsons and her daughter Mabel.

Around the corner we find the home of Willis F. Bell, and also of Mrs. Pease.

One of the best friends the church ever had is Deacon Frederick A. King, who is standing before the house with Mrs. King. After his death, he left a large bequest to the church for missions.

Miss Wilhemina Roemer lives with the Kings, and is always with them when they drive to church. This poor picture of Mrs. King and Miss Roemer shows them as they were accustomed to leave the house on some errand of mercy, or church work.

Deacon King has been taking the minister to make parish calls and to visit a few shut ins.Here is also his faithful horse.The story is going the rounds that because of many trips to church services, during many years, Dolly had formed the habit. One day when the Deacon had harnessed her, left her in the driveway, and went in the house to get his family, Dolly absentmindedly trotted down to church and found her place as usual in the church shed, leaving the Deacon and his family to make the journey on foot.

A little north of Deacon King’s, on a cross street, was the office of Dr. John L. Bridge, who keeps the parsonage dwellers in good health.

Harry Smith’s home is of special interest because he has been the efficient Supt. of the Sunday school for some years. And because he married one of the inspiring singers in our choir.

Mr. O.V. Most also lives in Thompsonville, and though he may not have as many dollars as some of our people, he does have an enviable collection of jewels.

In this stately house lives Miss Emily Morrison and her sister Mrs. Reynolds.

Just across the Thompsonville bridge lives Terry Chapin. He may live in Suffield, but his heart is with the church on Enfield Street.

One day after a delicious dinner at his house, some of the party went rowing on the river. Mrs. Yale and Margaret Miller are at the left. Dana Miller is captain and power source, while Mrs. Chapin sits in the bow.

One day when the minister had to get pictures in Hazardville, Mrs. Hathaway kindly consented to provide conveyance. While he photographed the Falls, she looked on from the bridge above.

While the minister kept at his work, she enjoyed herself with some children, who were playing among the daisies. By some chance the camera went off while they were looking away, and so we have this pretty scene.

Mrs. H. Stephen Bridge is a member of our Enfield church, though she usually attends her husband’s church is Hazardville. This picture of her home in Hazardville includes also two of her children, Ruth and Edward.

A close up shows their faces to better advantage.

In Scitico we sought out the home of Charles Clark, one of the Building Committee of the church, Strangers live there now, but the house is much as it used to look back in 1849.

A few of our families live in Brainardville, the community at the farthest distance from the church.Their district has a very pretty school house, where strong individualists grow.

Alvah Brainard’s family provided real strength to the church. One day they invited us to dinner. After dinner we sought recreation.

Alice Brainard reveals both skill and strength as she puts a keen edge on steel.Sufficient horse power is furnished by Frances at the crank. Wise counsel is provided by Mr. and Mrs. Brainard. Complete deference is assured by the fortification on the grass.

The photographer wanted to rest, but more restless spirits wanted to go places.The photographer was slowed by much paraphernalia, so he took a shot at the hikers from the rear, before they disappeared around a curve in the road. They are Mr. Brainard, Mrs. Yale, and Alice Brainard.

Here is part of the Shaker cemetery. Our Shaker friends do not believe in elaborate monuments for their dead.Each has a simple stone for a marker.I like this custom. It may represent the comparative worth of humans more nearly as God knows them, than as we know them.

Now we will return to our starting point and enjoy a winter view of our church.Note the trees in winter, and the former church building across the way.

Before we go down the street, we meet a group of our young people who have just finished a tiresome play, soon to be given by the church.From left to right, beginning back, they are: Gladys Pease, Laura Steele, Mrs. Carlos Watt, Lillian Pease, Unknown, Beulah Bacon, Edith Jones, and Ruth Kingsbury.

Thomas Carroll’s house comes first, placed just back of the church.

Following out this road to the east, we come to Deacon Parson’s house. Those near the screen can see him standing in front, with Celia and Theodore.

Returning to the church, and turning down Enfield Street, we first see the home of Mrs. Sarah Chapin.

Mrs. Chapin was a bit camera shy, but Charles bravely took time to pose as the photographer suggested.

Home of Mrs. LaVoice, who is at the door.

Andy Flannigan lives in the next house. He is always at work, but Mrs. Flannigan and Andy Jr. are here to welcome us.

Andy is one of the best sextons I have ever worked with. Always more than willing to do anything for the church, always courteous and good natured, a fellow worker to respect and love.

Harry Woodward lives here. This house also has interest for us, because it was the home of one of the Building Committee of the church in 1848 and 1849. Dr. H.A. Hamilton.

One day when Harry Woodward was passing the parsonage, he obligingly stopped while the parson took his picture. He is our Rural Delivery Mail carrier.

The William P. Allen homestead.

The William A. Abbe house shelters a goodly number of our church people, including also his sister, Katherine.

Normand Allen’s house is a center to which the admiration and love of our church often turn. He is one of our strongest business and financial supporters. Mrs. Allen always finds time to give time, counsel, and financial support to the church.This was also the home of Normand’s grandfather Norman, who was a member of the Building Committee in 1848 and 1849.

The church has been much indebted to Thompson Grant, who lives here. The church was one of his gifts.

Just around the corner of the road running to Weymouth, we find the home of Harry Woodward Jr. where some of the family can be recognized on the lawn.

His near neighbor is Dolan Mumblo. If I mistake not, Miss Pearl Mumblo is the young lady at the right.

The home of Isaiah Hunt is known to all the parish because many of us go here daily for our mail. The picket fence gives an air of homeliness to the place.

One of the pleasures of going to the Post Office is that of meeting Stephen Hunt. This fine old man was 97 years of age when this picture was taken.

Let us cross the street and look north. There are the tracks along which the trolleys rush at breath-taking speed.At the left, back of the trees, live the Allens and their neighbors, clear past the watering trough and almost as far as Mrs. Chapin. On the right, the large trees curtain the Grant mansion from the eyes of passers by.

Squire Johnson is a tower of strength to the church. The good deeds of Mrs. Johnson are enough to win her for the title of “a mother in Israel.”Their son, Warren, is one of the best ushers this church has ever known. When Allen Hathaway and Wally Johnson welcomed strangers at the door, everyone wished that he had attended before.

William Whitney Jr. is another “tower of strength to the church.” He is a generous giver of money and time. He is also an efficient leader. Mrs. Whitney is also reliable and full of kind deeds.Mrs. Whitney’s grandfather, Henry A. Abbe, lived here during his last years. Mr. Abbe, as you recall, was a member of the Building Committee.

At the rear of the house, we find several members of the family, reinforced by some of the Woodwards of Troy who spend summers here.

Proceeding down the street, we come to the house of Matthew Anderson.

The home of Mrs. Ida P. Knight is of distinctive and practical architecture. Laura and James are two of our helpful young people.

For magnificent trees, and fine architecture, few homes equal that of Mrs. Juliatte A. Parsons, who lives here with her three daughters, all strong helpers of our church.

Mrs. Parsons and her daughter stand in the gateway for a moment.

At the rear of the house Mary stands near the well, adding the human touch to the dignified architecture.

Across the street is the home of Lawyer W. Gibson Field.

Mr. and Mrs. George Parsons are living next south of the Parsons homestead.

Let us look down the street, to Allens Corner. The time is high noon. No sort of a time to make photographs. Note the row of trees, the trolley track, the gravel road generously laid with dust, the horse drawn carriage

William Henry is one of the pillars of the church and the whole family gives generously of time and strength to further its interests.

Here is one of the horses that Mr. Henry generously lets me take without charge, to help me make calls throughout the parish.

Shortly after this picture was taken, Mr. Henry represents our town in the State Legislature. You recognize the people.Mrs. Henry, Agnes, Ernest astride the dog, Mr. Henry.

The home of Franklin J. Sheldon is neatly kept.

Two good friends are at the tulip bed. Clarence, at the left, holds the record for perfect church attendance. Mrs. Sheldon, at the right, can be relied on as her strength permits.Mr. Sheldon is two bits camera shy. But the photographer had an idea. Mr. Sheldon would let him take a picture of the cow. But, the cow would not stand still. Mr. Sheldon sought to quiet her fears and to jump aside before the camera clicked. But it happened that the camera clicked before the stage was clear, and we have a picture of Mr. Sheldon, true to life.

The cow.

The Mary Potter House.

Mr. Miller lives here. One of the members of the Building Committee of the church lived here in 1849, Ephraim Potter.

At Mr. Hartley’s store, many of our people obtain supplies for their pantries and tables.

A neighbor is here on an errand, and kindly poses with the children who are near for this interesting picture.They are: Inez Pomeroy, Anna Kincaid, Frances Hartley in Anna’s lap, with Ellen Rice and her brother at our right.

Two young people who add life and cheer in the region of the store are Carrie and William Rice.

The genius who presides over the store is Thomas Hartley, who we see on his delivery wagon.

Nearby is the blacksmith shop of S.K. Henry, who we see with his son, Gilbert, standing below the sign.

His home is nearby, where we see Adelaide and Esther on the lawn.

Opposite the store is the home of Capt. Ingraham.

John Edgar has one of the pleasant homes on the street, and he knows farming.

At the left is our wide awake friend, Maude Frazier. In the center is Maude’s younger sister. At the right is Louise Edgar, who put her hand to her eye at an inopportune moment.

At the Hayden house, another group of our friends kindly poses for us.Mrs. McKowen is back. Veronica Hayden is holding Miss Louise McKowen and her brothers, James and Joseph, are on either side.

Mr. Boornazian lives across the way. Tommy has been in the Hartford Hospital, for an operation. He was very homesick, so, as his mother could not go, I trolleyed down to see him. I stood in the doorway of the children’s Ward, looking down the rows of beds to locate Tommy. But he saw me first. Off went the bed clothes and Tommy raced down the ward to see me. A nurse caught him, just before he reached me, and helping the nurse, we carried him back to bed. After which, Tommy and I had a good visit.

The home of Wilfried Spier.

Mrs. Eliza Booth’s house.

Her horse and buggy are familiar to all who live on the street.

This is the home of George Kingsbury, and Mrs. Kingsbury is on the lawn. The noonday sun almost ruined this picture.

A strong addition to the church is the family of Gregory Sapuzian.That splendid elm tree is one of the most beautiful on the street.

Across the street is the home of Charles Carson. Harry and Doris are in the foreground.

We have now reached Allens Corner, and this is Waldo Belmer’s house, with Mrs. Belmer in front.

The Ames House.

The Merrill house with Mr. Merrill in front.

Home of Wilfried W. Hopkins. The fine trees in front make a good picture of the house impossible. Ed and Leon are our capable stereopticon operators.

At the end of Enfield Street, and facing up the street, is the home of Mrs. Charles M. Lee. It always looks attractive, with its white fence and noble trees.

As we stand in the front of Mrs. Lees, look north along Enfield Street.Our view extends almost as far as the church. The beautiful trees are so closely set, and so luxuriant as to foliage, that they almost hide the house.

We will turn east, on Broad Brook Road, to see two homes, the first is the home of Arthur D. Phelps.

A little beyond we come to the home of William Oliver with George standing on the lawn.Our young people remember this as the home of many good hymn sings, as we study hymns to have a pleasant evening and to improve our hymn singing.

Before we continue down King Street. Let us turn aside for the River Road. Here is the house that stands at the location of the old Enfield Bridge, near the railroad station.

Just above is one of the most picturesque sights on the river, the Rips.

Above the Rips, the Falls add their beauty to the river.

Continuing down the River Road, we come to the home of Daniel French. The family is large and makes a fine fellowship.

Joseph Watson is a man with a good head and a warm heart. His home is on the east side of the road, nestled among the trees.

We stand in this back yard late one evening when he gave us the new chapel hymn books.

The home of Miss Emerette Alden, from the north east.

The home of Miss Alden, from the south east.

Now we will begin at the north end of King Street and proceed south.This is the well-known home of Mrs. Joseph Carson.Herbert and Edward are prominent in our Young People’s work.

The school house at Bement’s Brook.

Edwin Dean lives here, just opposite the switch on the electric railroad.

The home of N.D. Parsons. His daughter, Mrs. Lizzie B. Simmons, with her two sons Fred and Frank, are also part of the household.

Under these magnificent maples is the home of Albert H. Potter, including three of our young people, Gladys, Blanche, and Giles.

John W. Carson has one of the modern houses on King Street. Hazel, with an older friend, is on the lawn.

In this, another modern house, live two families – Mr. and Mrs. Charles H. Guy and Mr. and Mrs. David Newell.

Mrs. John Booth lives here, in this beautiful old house, during the summers. Her winters are spent with her son, Dr. Booth, in New York.

At the home of Edward J.B. Weeden, Mrs. Weeden and Grace are on the lawn.

The modern cottage of Theodore H. McCray is homelike, but the best part of the home is seen in the next picture.

Mr. and Mrs. McCray, Earl, Grant, Catherine, Ralph, and Wilbur.

One of the outstanding homes on King Street is that of Frank Pease. All but Mr. Pease are about or on the veranda.

Let me introduce the family. Mrs. Pease, Stanley, Gladys, Stuart, and Lillian. The child in front of Gladys is Roy Lewis. The friend in furs in Togo.

Here we have the group before the spacious barn.

Across the street we find Mr. and Mrs. Fred T. Phelps, standing before their home. He supplies us with excellent meats.

This close up shows their faces to better advantage.

Let us go east a few rods on the side road, to the home of Charles A. Jones.

Can you name this group? Jean, Marion, Robert, Winfred, and the friend in furs is Prince.

You can name this group. Winfred, Edith, and Jean.

Here we meet some of our best friends. Harry E. Allen is seated on the ground. Mrs. Allen stands with George in her arms. Mrs. Ensign Abbe is near.

Harry is a lover of horses. Here we see them before the barn.

Ira Allen has been our much-appreciated organist for many years. This shows his house from the rear, with a little neighbor, Marian Lewis, by the summer house.

The home of Stanton L. Plank comes next, Carrie is one of our faithful members.

The home of George Lewis is attractive. Mrs. Lewis, Marian, and Roy add a delightful human touch to the scene.

The home of Edward and Augusta Hoskins appeals to me.

Here is Miss Augusta Hoskins, in her flower garden.

We always enjoy calling on Mr. and Mrs. Leon Richard Abbe. Their welcome is always cordial, and the views of the river and the island from their house are choice.

Mrs. Abbe has a winsome way with flowers. Phlox grows luxuriously.

Roses do their best for Mrs. Abbe.

Just below and across the street stands the schoolhouse. It is a place where they make real folks.

South from the Schoolhouse lives another friend of the church, Frances B. Allen. He gave us the new hymn books for our church.

His house is one of the older ones in our parish. Mr. Allen is a man who knows farming.

If we go down to the river bank, at the upper end of the island, we will be rewarded with this pretty, though not well-known, view.

Now we will journey east, stopping at Weymouth. Here is the home of William Steele.He is on the wagon seat. Eva stands near the horses. Mrs. Steele is at the right.

Not far from Mr. Steele’s is the Weymouth Schoolhouse. Here is another place where boys and girls are taught self-reliance, endurance, and initiative.

A picture of the pupils presents as promising a group of children as can be found anywhere.

Across from William Steele’s is the home of George Smith, with a part of family in front.

There is no one at home here, at John Garrow’s. We may see some of them in a group at the church later.

When we reach the Prior home, the light was not good for taking a picture, but you may be able to recognize some of the group.

James A. Steele is standing by his house, near the corner. Those near the screen should recognize Frederick, Gertrude, and James.

Mr. Steele loves a good horse and he has one.

The home of Jonathan Steele interests us because he represented Weymouth on the church building Committee in 1848 and 1849.

The home of John Steele is almost on the brow of the hill that dips to the Scantic Valley.

The Scantic River and its bridge between Weymouth and Wallop make one of the prettiest scenes in Enfield.

As the road winds from the river up to Wallop, it makes an alluring picture.

The watering trough, at the top of the hill has delighted and refreshed horses for many years. It happened that Mrs. Yale was calling with me the day I took the camera along.

The Samuel Neelans house is one of the largest in Wallop. Mr. Neelans loves farming and knows how to keep his place in order.

Some of you can distinguish Mr. Neelans on the wagon seat, though Mrs. Neelans, Esther, and Harold are indistinct.

Miss Florence Esther Neelans is ready for business.

Across the road we find Everett Neelans plowing. This is picturesque as well as a common sight all over our farms.

Here is located a device for forcing water to the houses of Mr. Neelans and Mr. Olmstead.

Mat. Peltor and Harold Neelans could give most of us lessons in the art of fishing.

Robert Neelans lives here and the home has added interest for us because when the house was built, this was the home of a member of the Building Committee, Henry A. Abbe. He was also the grandfather of Mrs. William Whitney, Jr.

This picture has me guessing. It was taken somewhere in Wallop, but where and the names of the children I cannot tell.

Three mothers of Wallop and their children.

This is the Buckhorn Bridge, on the way to Melrose. Mrs. Yale and I have been parish calling and she is driving one of William Henry’s horses.

Here is Wallop District School – building, teacher, and scholars.

It is my custom to call regularly on the schools throughout the parish. Here is a group composed of the teacher, Miss Clara Beasley, and five of her scholars.

Here is the rest of the school. Let me name them.Henry Rustic, Harold Neelans, Earl Abbe, Mat. Peltor, Raymond Abbe, Leslie Abbe, Elizabeth Peltor, Stella Olmstead, and Laura Pease.

Levi Abbe is one of the best friends of the church. His farm and home in Wallop are well-managed and kept.

He is fond of a good horse, as is shown by this one which he uses for driving.

One day, Mrs. Yale and I had been calling at his home and he came out to see us start for home.

Mr. Abbe has a fine car, with all the new gadgets attached. One day when he went to Storrs for business, he took me along for the ride and I took my camera.

One of the substantial families of the church and parish lives beyond Levi Abbe’s place.This is the home of Linden Abbe, showing his sons, Lester, Earl, and Raymond in the foreground.Now we return to Enfield Street.

We all love this building, dedicated to the worship of God in 1849.Our fathers built better than they knew, and we are very much in their debt for that service.

Here is the Junior Department and the Primary Department, or more truly, as many of them as we could get together for the picture. I will give names from left to right, beginning with the back row.Teachers Present: Miss Mary Parsons. Supt. of the Primary; and Lillian Pease, a teacher.Edward Kingsbury, Fred Simmons, Knowlton Woodward, Henry Woodward, Stanley Adams.Ruth Steele, Miss Lawton, Shirley Garrow, Nellie Chestnut, Frank Field, Frank Simmons,Mary Most, Joseph Mayo, Pearl Mumblo, Charlotte Most, Roy Anderson, Gertrude Whittaker, Marion Jones, Norman Henry, Willie Edgar.Esther Steele, Louise Edgar, John Brown, Doris Field, Laura Burbank, Lillio Most, George Burbank, Maude Frazier, Lillian Brown, Alma Most.

This is the same group, with perhaps a few changes in position. Four classes came to the parsonage and sat on the veranda.

Let us name them from left to right, beginning with the back row.John Brown, Esther Steele, Maude Frazier, Miss Lillian Pease(the teacher).Marion Leete, Anna Most, Louise Edgar.The front row I cannot name.

The teacher of this class could not be present. Beginning at the back row.Lillian Brown, Herman Woodward, Roy Anderson.Newman Henry, Miss Most, Joseph Mayo.The first name has escaped me, Laura May Burbank, William Edgar.

Again, the teacher could not be present.Fred Simmons, Frank Simmons, Hubert Mayo.Shirley Garrow, May Lawton, Nellie Chestnut, Ruth Steele.

Of this class, the teacher could not be present for the picture.Nelson Steele, Knowlton Woodward, Stanley Adams, Edward Kingsbury.  The name of the first has escaped me, Marion Jones, Anna Most, Hubert Mayo.

This is a fleeting glimpse of the church, the parish, and a few neighbor friends in 1909.A very few of the pictures may have been taken a bit later, but are used to make the story more complete.May I apologize for their quality. I am not a photographer. Most of the pictures and slides have been developed in a very hot dark room, in the Ell of the parsonage during May, June, July, and August.All of them have been made in the short bits of time I could take from a busy parson’s life.I trust that they have accomplished their purpose and have increased interest in the church and the many splendid people of the parish, with whom we work and worship.

This meeting house has been central in our lives, and in some of them, since childhood.May I urge you to guard it with jealous care.I plead with you, not merely to preserve this beautiful building, but I plead more strongly for you to preserve the organization of believers who form its human center.Guard, as a sacred trust, the divine message that it bears.Be true to this duty, and God will bless your homes and your community.And all of you, young and older, will grow daily more complete in Him.David Lewis Yale.