The name of the church is Mt. Olive, but I can't remember if it's Baptist or Christian. It really does make me sad to see it in this shape. I always love the way a church sits on top of a hill. It's welcoming. There used to be a lot of character to this simple little beauty. I wish I could spend one day back in time...This is the Mt. Olive Cemetery. Very peaceful. Donations are needed for it's upkeep. Admiration doesn't begin to describe how I feel for the ones who take care of it.
We got back in the car and headed to College Mound. I remember when I was little we'd go to the lake and church camp would be in session. Take a look:
An outhouse. I love it. What a hoot. I love it's been taken care of gently. New siding, new paint. I wondered if there was a potty inside. I was too afraid to look. It was probably locked, or had a snake or two. So I kept my distance.
I hope you enjoyed our tour of old chapels. We wanted to go to two more. We had a late lunch, decided it was just too hot to continue so we went to one of my favorite stores. Ben Franklins.