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By May Goode Cooper
Frame Church or Copper Creek Church as it is called today, had its
beginnings in a little frame church at the foot of the hill of today’s
present location. The little
church remained there and thrived until L. J. Addington’s father gave
the land for the present location of Copper Creek Church.
It was built and dedicated in 1914, with E. S. McPherson as
Moderator. J. J. Addington
was the Clerk and E. A. Robinette brought the introductory sermon.
the early days of the church the hard shelled Baptist would preach on the
third Saturday and Sunday of the month, and the soft shelled Baptist would
hold services on the 2nd Saturday and Sunday of the month.
Time has taken its toll and there is only one week-end a month in
which services are held and this is the second Saturday and Sunday, with
the Elder John R. Gamder as pastor.
It was a beautiful Sunday morning in the merry month of May when once again, we trod the rambling, unsettled road from Hiltons to the little, frame church in Nickelsville.
on a hillside amid, the trees, surrounded by the beautiful Clinch
Mountain, where there is unsettled earth surrounded by rock, steep slopes
and Copper Creek, sits Addington Frame church as it is still known to many
who attend. The outside of
the church is well kept with its mowed lawn and white paing.
It has stood the weathering of time and sheltered many dear souls
from the wind, rain, sleet and snow as they worship God inside the four
walls of the sacred little church.
the church is a sweet spiritual atmosphere which has remained through the
years by the prayerful attitude of the members that have called Addington
Frame their church home for many years.
surroundings inside the church remain with the humbleness of yesteryear
and the presence of God can be felt throughout the whole church.
Outside, modernism hasn’t taken its toll, and there is an outside
toilet for the men and one for the ladies under the bank near the
front of the church.
we came in sight of the church, one could view the crowd as it began to
geather; there were white haired men and women, stooped with age and many
were aided by a cane. Many
were coming because they were members and others came because it was a
memory and a landmark which their ancestors had used as their stomping
ground of religious heritage. Addington
Frame Church or Copper Creek Church, has many memories for different
people. To some it’s the place where they met Christ, their
personal Savior, to others, it’s a place where funeral services of their
loved ones were held; also a place where revivals and foot washings were
held. May was always looked
forward to as the big May meetind day.
About a week prior to the bid day, families would begin
preparations for the May meeting. The
men of the community would cut the weeds or grass in the cemetery and fill
any graves that had sunk and the women would busy themselves with the
cooking. It was always a
pleasure to feed everyone who attended the services.
In by-gone days, on Sunday morning, loaded wagons and buggies and
many traveling on foot could be seen with food packed in baskets, on their
way to the meeting house.
few young people could be seen amid the elderly who had come once again to
relive a few precious moments of memory of the past where their mothers
and daddys had gone.
white carnation corsages could be seen on the women and single white
carnations on the lapel of the men’s coats showing that Mother was gone,
never to be seen on this earth again; but sleeping in a bed of clay
awaiting a glorious resurrection.
Very few red flowers were seen and those were worn mainly among the
young who were present.
at 11 a. m. the bell at the top of the church began to toll to give
everyone a chance to enter in reverence to the Holy Spirit. Bill Bowlin lead the congregation in two soul stirring songs.
The first one was “If I Could Hear My Mother Pray Again”; this
was of excellent choice, since Sunday May 11, was Mother’s Day and it
would be so wonderful if everyone present could once again hear their
Mother pray again. The second
choice was “I Have Found The Way”, and for those who have been
redeemed, they have found a “Way”.
the Bowlin Quartet came forward, Lewis Baker was asked to lead us to the
Throne of Grace through prayer. The
many ministers present and those in the congregation who knew the meaning
of prayer joined in silently.
Bowlin Quartet (Claude Bowlin’s children, Charlie Bowlin’s and Cora
Kilgore Bowlin’s grandchildren, Bill, Jim, John, and Brenda) sang two
songs and they were assisted on their third and fourth choice by Bill
Bowlin’s two daughters Lisa and Karen.
Bowlin Quartet was followed by Bro. Odus Caudill of Big Stone Gap.
Two other ministers followed Bro. Caudill and the closing message
was brought by Bro. Basil Freeman. Everyone
came forward and shook hands as Bro. Freeman lead the congregation in
services broke as the ladies of the church rushed
outside to spread their
was in this mountainous area at Addington Frame Church that my
grandfather, Charlie Bowlin came to attend one of the May meeting
services. It was there in the early 1900's that he met Cora Kilgore, who
was attending services with her mother, Sarah and sister, Leona. They were
from the north side of Clinch Mountain. Their home stood over in the ridge
at the back of the present church. It was there they made a living from
the earth as mountain farmers. Arbin McIver was a very hard worker and
provided well for his family. It was at their home that many young folk
would gather and exchange conversations on Saturday night. Sarah was an
excellent seamstress and cake baker and she was asked by many young girls
was at this mountain side farm that Charlie Bowlin came to court Cora
Kilgore Bowlin and Charlie Bowlin had a very short life together because
she developed the dreaded disease of cancer and died at her Holston River
Home on October 28,1929, making their short marriage only 24 years; but
their life together all began on the North Side of Clinch Mountain at
Kilgore Bowlin was laid to rest in the Spurrier Cemetery on a hillside
just above the peaceful Holston River. She was joined by her youngest
daughter, Lotus on October 18, 1934. On April 22, 1958, her husband
everyone had eaten and the food was cleared away, many visited the
we slowly turned and walked away it seemed as if we were leaving the dead
behind, unharmed, peaceful and undisturbed.
We glanced over the side of Clinch Mountain where many years ago my
mother; Bettie Bowlin Goode had visited her grandparents,
Arbin and Sarah McIver.
were only trees in view, the house was not visible because unharmed and
uncared for land had grown up where a cleared mountainside farm once
we drove down the dirt road, I glanced back as if to say, “Sleep on Dear
Souls, we'll see you again on the resurrection morning when all the dead
in Christ shall rise."