Stories About Westminster United Church
By Lorna (Young) Ferguson Written in 2008.
The day that the cornerstone was laid for this church, May 28, 1938, invited dignitaries were present, and my grandfather, at 88 years of age, the eldest of the congregation, was honoured. My grandfather was Roderick Young Sr.
What was unique about the occasion was that it was deemed to be such an important event in the life of our village that school students from both the former public school an the former continuation school marched to the site enmass to witness this memorable milestone. With so much vandalism prevalent against our churches of to-day, I cannot envision that this would happen at a cornerstone laying to-day. But it was important then that the students be present. Some of those living to-day (2008) who would remember are: Isabelle Varnum, Murray Rutledge, Howard Patience, Dr. Fred McLellan, Robert Manzer and Lorna (Young) Ferguson.
My grandfather spoke, but being only 9 years old, I don’t remember what he said. He was good at speaking, so possibly he would have reminisced about some history of the two churches which joined to make one church. These were the Wesley Methodist Church, which at that time stood on what is now our north parking lot, and which burned March, 1950, and the beautiful grey brick St. Andrews Presbyterian Church on the hill east of Thamesford.
Controversies arose on many subjects, mainly the basic beliefs to be taught with the new arrangement, the hymns to be included in the service and of course, even what the new church should be named. It was agreed that as the new church was build, the St. Andrews Presbyterian Church would be dismantled and used to build the new church. Consequently, the grey brick were laid underneath the red outer brick of Westminster. The beams in the ceiling are from St. Andrews, the original pews, and the beautiful stained glass windows in the church were also from there.
Many “small” controversies were delicately handled and resolved, but many took months to resolve, with vote after vote.
For instance, the design of the floorplan took much consideration. The present design was finally agreed upon, mostly because it created a cross. Some on the committee were content not to have a centre aisle, but others were adamant it had to have a centre aisle. The brides appreciate a centre aisle. So many of our brides have been a guest at a wedding in our church, or even a bridesmaid, and like the church so well, they chose to be married here.
Another controversy was whether or not there should be large front doors on the church. A group of the committee were sure that it was not economical to have elegant doors. They were content to enter God’s House through ordinary doors. When it was evident that most of the committee favoured this opinion, a wonderful parishioner spoke up and said that he felt so strongly that the new structure should have a pair of elegant doors, that he was prepared to foot the bill for their installation, which he did. His name was Mr. J. M. MacKay.
Everyone agreed on Sunday School rooms with a platform for Christmas and other concerts. The platform is now “the Quiet Room”, and was the choir room for many years.
I am pretty certain that the organ from the Presbyterian church served for a time at Westminster. It likely was not very old. It took the Presbyterians many moons of consideration to agree to have “one of those contraptions” in their sanctuary. One of their “presenters” who led the music a cappella, was my great uncle Donald Bain, who did not die of old age at 83, but of blood poisoning, for which there was no known cure.
My late Grandmother was one of the first organists at St. Andrews. Her name was Thurza (Vanstone) Young. She died the year I was born, at 79 years old, so I never knew her.
The Lawrence family donated the inspirational stained glass windows at the front of Westminster. They lived for many years in the stone farm house just north of the railway tracks.
I amazes me that Grandfather and Grandmother Young were buried not in St.Andrews cemetery on the hill, where our Mother and Dad are buried, but in the Methodist cemetery. Did Thurza have a preference? And, did she actually get her own way on this subject? We’ll never know.