One of my favorite places to look at while driving by on our
way to Coeur d’Alene, ID is Freeze Church.
It is just far enough off the road that it looks exactly like it is – a little
country church in the distance. It is
really neat when there is just the hint of fog rising from the ground so it
looks a little mysterious. It is located
about five miles north of Potlatch, ID and is just below the area where my
father grew up in Mountain Home. The
church itself was built in 1889 and was the church for the community of Freeze
and pretty much all that is left is the church itself and the cemetery.
Looking North from above the church |
Freeze Church is surrounded by the rolling hills of the
Palouse and just north of it is the mountains that start to climb up to
McCroskey Park. These rolling hills are
some of the richest farmland in the world and dominate the landscape for miles
around. My father was a young man who worked
for a nearby farmer, helping him harvest his crops. On one occasion, a funeral was taking place
in the cemetery surrounding the church.
As Dad made a pass on the combine around the church, he saw the people gathered
to bury their loved one. During the next
pass, the crowd was starting to disperse and the coffin set there ready to be
buried. Dad thought it was a little
silly…but he was starting to get a little spooked. During the next pass, he saw the men bring
out the crane over the coffin so they could lower it into the ground and when
he came around again, the men were hand cranking the coffin into position. It took a few more passes before the men had
finished throwing the dirt on the fresh grave.
Dad would have liked to have quit for the day, but there was more
combining to be done. Every time he made
the corner around the cemetery, he couldn’t help but look at that fresh
grave. I don’t think he ever knew who
was being buried there…but it definitely made him nervous.
Looking towards the Mountain Home area |
My Dad will tell you that there are a lot of old friends
buried up at Freeze cemetery. Neighbors
from his childhood out on Hatter Creek and classmates and friends from Potlatch
as well as neighbors from the Mountain Home area where he moved to when he was
twelve. There are also a lot of
relatives buried there…many of whom I remember well.
Looking out on the fields |
As you stand out at the church and gaze around the
countryside, you are reminded of just how peaceful a place can be. Every year Dad and I go up there and place
flowers at my grandfather’s grave and his siblings, as well as a few uncles and
cousins. As we walk around the cemetery,
Dad can’t help but stop and comment on some of the individuals that are buried
there. These are the people that he grew
up knowing and hearing stories about. His
father is buried there and soon his mother will be - there is comfort knowing
that my grandparents will be among friends in that peaceful little spot on the
hillside.
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