I'm going to start today's post with my super exciting news of the day, which is that the lovely folks at the Columbia-Montour Visitors Center have graciously given me space in the autumn issue of their quarterly magazine. And when I say they gave me space, I mean they gave me three full-color pages. This magazine is chock-full of interesting things to read and discover about those two beautiful counties, and I'm very honored to be included in what they do! You can find it on the web here, and consider subscribing to receive it in your email.
The remnant of Hurricane Ian has been dumping more than a little rain on my area for the last four days, and I've been hurting an awful lot. (My longtime readers know that I'm one of those "my body is a barometer" people. Worst superpower ever.) So this post is going up later than planned because I just haven't had the energy to put it together at the usual time; but I'm looking outside at some sunshine for the first time since Friday, which is very encouraging. Meanwhile, let's take a virtual trip to a place that's always sunny in my mind, if not in fact - beautiful Lancaster.
The marker stands in front of the church at 115 North Duke Street, Lancaster |
The congregation was initially led by the Rev. Richard Locke, a missionary from the Church of England, and later by Rev. Thomas Barton, who was deeply loyal to King George III. This became a bit of a problem in 1776 when that little kerfuffle known as the American Revolution happened. St. James was populated with both patriots and Loyalists, and the good rector's conscience would not allow him to stop leading his congregation in prayers for the royal family. This caused more than a little discomfort, and forced the church to close its doors after the Declaration of Independence was signed. Rev. Barton was placed under house arrest, but he continued to perform his ministry even in that situation, and eventually the people of Lancaster allowed him and his wife to move to New York.
Several prominent men of the church served in the Revolution, including Gen. Edward Hand (a personal friend of George Washington, who lived at Rock Ford), Edward Shippen (Chairman of the Committee of Correspondence), George Ross (who signed the Declaration), and Judge William Altee (Chairman of the Committee of Public Safety), as well as a number of other officers and delegates. Quite a few of them have their own markers, so they have or will have posts focused on them.
Possibly the congregant with the most unusual story is Dinah McIntire, who was a slave owned by a local tavern keeper who was a member of St. James's. Dinah remained with the church even after securing her emancipation in the year 1800, when she was at least ninety years old. She bought a house not far away, at the corner of Vine and Strawberry Streets, and even today the neighborhood is sometimes still remembered as "Dinah's Hill." She died in 1819, well over the age of one hundred, and is buried in the churchyard.
St. James was involved in the establishment of another church when, in 1817, a number of free people of color decided to form their own congregation. Thanks in part to support from members of St. James and Trinity Lutheran Church, they built a house of worship on Strawberry Street which they originally called Saint James African Church. Later it was renamed the Bethel African Methodist Episcopal Church, and is still active today; it's the oldest predominantly black congregation in Lancaster County.
Today, St. James remains focused on the community and its people. They work closely with organizations like Head Start and Habitat for Humanity to meet the needs of people in and beyond Lancaster, and offer a variety of outreach programs for all age groups. They also have a rich and active music tradition and many programs for mental and spiritual wellness. If you're not in the area, you can still observe their sermons through the online streaming program they provide. But if you are in Lancaster sometime, do yourself a favor and walk through the churchyard; the building and the grounds offer an incredible serenity in the middle of a very busy city.
Except where indicated, all writing and photography on this blog is the intellectual property of Laura Klotz. This blog is written with permission of the Pennsylvania Historical and Museum Commission. I am not employed by the PHMC. All rights reserved.
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