Tar and Abby

Tuesday, March 12, 2013

Little Catholic church in the wilderness

There were three churches in our tiny village of 900 souls.

The Anglican, the United Church of Canada (Methodist) and the Catholic church. The town, perched on a mountain side with wooden roads, was only accessible by boat or seaplane. And hours away from the nearest settlement. My dad, as mill manager, was in charge of the entire thing.

One of the things that worried him was fire and for good reason - an unknown fire bug had recently set a fire in the mill and on a fishing boat.

Catholic priest Father Farrell loved candle lit trees for Christmas Mass. My dad was understandably concerned and had several worried conversations with him. We went to that year's Midnight Mass and I found the tree to be magical. Father Farrell joked that if the tree caught fire he would jump into it and take his chances with God rather than face the wrath of my father. But the tree did not catch fire and all was well.......

Until two nights later the fire bug set fire to the high school and the elementary school, burning down both buildings and five houses...


5 comments:

Elizabeth Rose Stanton said...

Oh bummer.

mrs.missalaineus said...

and this is the place that is a ghost town now, correct?


xxalainaxx

the dogs' mother said...

Just a few folks left supporting themselves with the sport fishing for tourists. They pulled down a lot of the housing and other buildings are in disrepair. The brand new school is now has a rain forest growing inside of it.

S'A said...

Wow-- did they ever discover who set the fires?

the dogs' mother said...

It turned out to be one of the firemen. He left the town shortly after the big fire and was arrested in the Canary Islands.