“Macedonia Church was founded when some members of David’s Fork (Baptist) Church………said Christ was their creed and that all Christians should be able to unite in this simple statement, thus fulfilling Christ’s wish that they ‘all be one.’….Starting the first Saturday in January 1830, the discussion continued with much prayer and soul searching until, finally, thirty-one dissenters were read out of the church, and Macedonia was founded March 17, 1830.”
“In 1841, Macedonia had its own meeting place. By 1850, it was judged ‘not-safe’, so the church was built with steps all the way across the front and a door on each end.”
“The pulpit was at the far end facing the doors. The pump organ was on the left. In winter, a big coal stove was set up with the predictable result: those in the front were partially roasted while the members farther back shivered. In the 1850’s, grandma’s father, William McKenney, was minister there. He preached long sermons.
According to records, my grandfather’s mother, Jane Hughes Graves, was the first of my relatives to become a member. She was not listed in the original group.
Jane Rachel Graves (Auntie, to me) died March 26, 1926. She had pneumonia, which had been serious right from its onset. I’ll never forget sitting in the upstairs front hall looking at the dim light from the stained-glass window on the landing, listening to the loud tick of the grandfather clock, and waiting. Grandma and Mama were with Auntie, and when Mama finally came out, she took me in. Auntie was gasping for breath, but she managed to say, ‘Get out! You might catch this.’ So I didn’t stay, since it evidently upset her.
Her will authorized her brother, Jake, to build a new church building for Macedonia with the $50,000 she was leaving for that purpose. Grandma waited impatiently for Jake to make a move, but he seemed to be in no hurry. In her frustration, she consulted Mama, who said. ‘The only place for a new church is where the old church is standing. If you have the church moved off to one side, Jake will go on with it.’ That was what she did, and Uncle Jake got busy, got an architect, and began planning. “
In my time, my grandfather ran the church from his arm chair in the back of the church. Ben Hayes seems to have always been the treasurer, and the meager collections were never enough. If we had collected one dollar in church and fifty cents in the Sunday School offering, we thought we were doing fine. So, if there was something that needed to be fixed, someone came timidly to Mr. Graves. When he presented the problem, my grandfather would question him about the necessity and the possible cost and then suggest that he get it done as cheaply as possible.”
“It took a year to build the new church, and on the October dedication day, Grandma was there. She had to leave before the service was over, and she never got back again. She had scalded herself badly as she tried to carry hot water upstairs to take a bath (there was only cold water in the storage tank in the attic)…….The scalded area never healed, and she died December 19, 1928.”
“Uncle Jake bought a parcel of land on the corner of Winchester Road and Royster Road and put up a two-story parsonage. He had to buy more land than he needed to get an appropriate site. Grandma had already paid for a pipe organ in Auntie’s memory and had left $15,000 for any charity her children decided on. The parsonage cost $10,000, so there was $5,000 left for emergencies.”