Sometimes you have the privilege and awesome experience to step back into history. That was the feeling we got when we stopped at this little Finish Church and old cemetery on our way to McCall, ID on our recent trip. It was fun to stand on that porch and wonder what it would have been like for my dearest to have been the Pastor here, and myself the Pastor's wife of this little congregation so many years ago.
I took a few pictures, but felt so sad when many of the graves were of infant children. Those were such hard time, and not all the modern medicine we so freely have.
It was with a quiet and respectful spirit we walk among the markers and read the names and dates, and tried to imagine all the stories that lay beneath the ground.
Even the year 1827 brought a chill, as I can hardly imagine a time so long ago, and the community of people who came here from Finland and settled this little town. Lived their lives, attending the little Church, raised their families and buried their dead.
This shot looked like a painting. The sky, the trees, the fence...the cemetery...it was a moment in time I won't soon forget. Well that completes our trip to Boise, and the marvelous time we had. Hope you enjoyed coming along with our pictures.