Finally, after about five years of the original wing of my church being condemned (it's still funny to say that my church was condemned!), it was torn down on Friday. I left for work early to watch some of the demolition.
I watched with mixed emotions. All four of my grandparents went there and my parents grew up going there. The part of the building they tore down used to be the sanctuary, but they have long since built a newer wing and turned the old part into a hall. I went to Sunday School in the basement there, and spent many Sunday afternoons running around on the stage in Fellowship Hall waiting for dad to finish up an elders meeting. I remember going to Pioneer Girls a few times while my mom was a leader, and having big family reunions there... I remember my great aunt and her crew bringing trays and trays of those little triangle snadwiches out of the teensie tiny kitchen off in the corner. Ha! I even remember the slightly musty smell the building had in its later years.
On the other hand, I'm so excited for what's to come. There's gonig to be a new wing built there with a much mroe welcoming and open feel, and a waaaay better use of the space. It's going to be great!
Here are a few of the pictures I took before, during, and after...
I would think that this would be a really fun job!It's gone!