The church at Kenose Lake, Whitewood. On the vast Canadian prarie. Pine trees planted around the building shelter it from the worst of the prarie winds. These trees are quite old, but they dont grow very big out here, as compared to those on the coast.
It was built in 1938 by Keiths Great Grandfather, a stonemason. We stopped in to visit this little church when we were in Saskatchewan. (Same trip that we found the Chocolate moose.) It gave us a feeling of connection to his ancestors, to touch the stone walls crafted so long ago. It was something special to see as there aren't alot of old buildings in Western Canada. Although it is not really very old, this tiny stone chapel reminded me of some of the ancient churches we saw in England. It was built to look old.
The door is never locked. The old prayer books still line the wooden bookshelf. The woodwork is polished and has a rich luster, that comes from years of care.
Great Grandfather and Grandmother are buried behind this church under a shared headstone. His side reads "A MAN OF FAITH, WHO LABOURED WITH STONE' and hers reads "DISTINGUISHED FOR HER KINDNESS TO ALL LIVING CREATURES". I wonder if he knew he would be buried here as he laboured on these stones.