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Let’s See —
Where’s
a Good Place for a Church?
A meetinghouse was a necessity to the
religiously fervent settlers of New England, and it is generally believed
that, when a town was large enough to support a congregation, no time was
wasted in building a church. Well, that may be so, but Colebrook
certainly wasted a great deal of time in building its church. The
decision to build a church was reached in 1780, with the first task being
to decide on a proper place. This proved to be more easily said than
done: the question was not fully resolved until 1794, fourteen years
later.
Bickering
over the location of churches was a common enough pastime in those days.
There was ‘red tape’ back then as well as now. A special committee
was sent from the County Court in order to decide the location of the
church, and, after the
committee had visited Colebrook, it designated some land on the hill north
of Mill Brook (now Center Brook), as the future site. Now it
was up to a vote at a town meeting. The town clerk’s record of
the meeting reads: “Voted, that the town agree to the doings of the
committee in setting a stake for a meeting house in said town by a
majority of about two votes.”
Such
precision. At any rate, the people on the south side of the
brook were so dissatisfied with the location that nearly a year and five
months after the first decision was reached, “It was voted at a town
meeting to apply to the General assembly to set aside the doings of the
honorable County Court…. and ask for the appointment of another committee
to set a stake for the meetinghouse.”
This
step was necessary because the site of the church had already been
established legally. Seeing that the southern faction was about to
press the matter, the northern people, to make peace with the town, joined
the southerners. The second committee decided to set the stake north of
the brook, about thirty rods south of the former site. On
December 23, 1782, the town “Voted, that this town proceed to do something
towards building a meetinghouse.”
It looked
good for a while. No disagreement. Even before this last
meeting, consideration was given to other affairs of the church, such as
finding a preacher, and it was decided to levy a tax of one pence on the
pound for the purpose of hiring a singing master—“ in order to instruct
the inhabitants of the town in the art of singing.”
Then,
at the October meeting in 1784, it was voted to “make application to
the General Assembly…for a new committee to set a stake for building a
meetinghouse in said town.” That’s the third request to the
assembly for a committee. It’s my belief that the General
Assembly must have groaned a little whenever they received a
correspondence from Colebrook during this period.
This
request came twelve years before the issue was finally decided.
A manuscript of Reuben Rockwell
explains the problem.
The
southern people were dissatisfied for two reasons, first because it
(the site) was set north of the brook; second, because the ground was
very unsuitable for a meeting house, several declaring they had much
rather go 30 rods farther north to the place where the first stake was
set than build on a place so unfavorable. The northern
people, though not pleased with the ground, made no objection to the
place, and a committee was appointed and preparations made for
building the house.
The
committee proceeded to prepare the foundation and frame the house,
when an opposition on the part of the southern people was manifested,
a meeting called, and after much
altercation, it was voted to postpone raising the house.
The timber was piled and secured from injury.
The
prospects at this time were gloomy; every appearance seemed to
indicate a people ruled by
contention.
The
Center’s problems continued. With the lumber piled and
waiting, the congregation waited, too. And as they waited,
they grew tired of the controversy. Some bright person proposed that a
good site on each side of the brook be determined, and then the two
sides would each draw lots to pick which one was to be the home of the
church. This plan was accepted.
The
southern side won this game of chance. So, on the south side of the
brook, the church was raised, covered and lighted, and the floors were
laid.
According to Reuben Rockwell, “the northern people refused to join in
procuring preaching, or in any measure build up the society, and though
there was a meeting house, nearly one-half of the people would not enter
the doors.”
The
southern people asked the northern dissidents what was wrong. They
replied, like babies, that they wanted to discount the deciding game of
chance; that they had inadvertently agreed to the plan simply to be good
sports. Nothing would satisfy them except moving the now-built church.
All of a sudden,
southern people began saying that, they, too, wished the church were on
the other side of the brook. The southern leaders, at a
loss, seemed to withdraw. A plan to move the church was
accepted.
Reuben Rockwell relates the rather absurd end to this tale:
The
plan adopted was to remove the house, (to the north side of the brook)
during the winter season with oxen. Preparations were made to accomplish
this Quixotic enterprise, and in the month of February, 1794, the
attempt was made. About 150 pair of oxen was collected and (the church)
began to move majestically forward: but, there being a small descent
soon to pass, it was found that it would move forward rapidly without
being drawn and, it was judged utterly impracticable to proceed, and
after two days’ labor, the house having been moved about 30 rods
(about 495 feet), the
project was for the present abandoned. In the autumn following, another
attempt was made to remove the house with pulleys and ropes—but after a
trial this plan was also found (to not work).
Tired,
worn out and frustrated with these fruitless projects, the actors in
this business seemed disposed to sit down and count the cost. The
delusions of party feeling and obstinacy seemed in a measure to vanish.
The
dispute had run its course, and the church was given a secure foundation
a short distance from where the building itself seemed to put its foot
down.
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