|Grace United Methodist Church-Plainfield, VT|
Yet, I was given an entirely different view of the Wesley sect from my mother's side of the family. She was raised in the idyllic New England town of Plainfield, Vermont. Norman Rockwell and Thomas Kincaid would trip over themselves to capture the simple, pure beauty of this little hamlet. Set in the rolling hills of central Vermont, outside of the capital Montpelier, Plainfield's layout harkened back to the humble beginnings of the American ideal. Dotted with white-washed, clapboard porched houses, a babbling brook, a 5 & 10 general store to buy your various sundries & staples, town hall, small community theater, firehouse and cafe that served french toast with maple syrup the owner tapped from a tree himself. And at the center of it all was Grace United Methodist Church. Though it really is not that large of an edifice, as a little kid I thought it was a majestic place. It's most distinguishing feature was the granite-rock slabbed fence that marked it's place from the main road into town. It was a favorite hang-out for teenagers and wandering hippies from Goddard College---just up the road aways, and was a courting spot for young lovers.