Another One Gone

By Jim Hagarty
2016

There is a beautiful old church in my town which is being torn down this week. I can hardly believe it. I haven’t been keeping up with the local news lately so it comes as a shock.

I have never been a member of this church, but it has served as a community centre for years so my family and I have had lots of reasons to go there. We will miss it.

There were not enough church members left to keep it going. In my town, there are a total of four churches of this same Christian denomination. Too many for a town this size. So the members of this church joined with the members of one of the others and moved to that other one. The one being demolished needed repairs and there was just not enough resources to do that.

Our community loses significant buildings this way and has lost them for years. And for years I have argued that once a building such as a church becomes such a beautiful and significant part of a community, it should become a community responsibility to keep it going.

If you think I am talking about taxes, you would be right. Not a popular position but once these beautiful old buildings are gone, they are gone. The community is diminished.

We are a tourist town. We have five live theatres and attract a million people a year to a place with a population of 35,000. Soon, there will be one less attraction for them to see.

That’s a shame.

Author: Jim Hagarty

I am a 72-year-old retired journalist, busy recovering from a lifelong career as an unretired journalist. This year marks a half century of my scratching out little fables about life. My interests include genealogy, humour and music. I live in a little blue shack in Canada and spend most of my time trying to stay out of trouble. I am not that good at it. I also spent years teaching journalism. Poor state of journalism today: My fault. I have a family I don't deserve, a dog that adores me, and two cars the junk yard refuses to accept. My prized possessions include my old guitar and a razor my Dad gave me when I was 14 and which I still use when I bother to shave. Oh, and my great-great-grandfather's blackthorn stick he brought from Ireland in the 1850s. I have only one opinion but it is a good one: People take too many showers.