Not far north on Dargaville, on SH 12, closer to Mamaranui than anywhere else, sits St Mary’s Anglican Church. There is no name on the church or the gate. It stands surrounded only by open farmland, with no village or town nearby.
My friend and I had set out to find as many old churches as revealed themselves to us, one way or another, either through enquiries made before we left or information gleaned along the way. I’ve admired little country churches for a long time, these rural symbols of our past, of living that once was, when small communities banded together to build for themselves a small places of worship.
Sometimes they stand out, tall and majestic, most times they are tucked away up rough side roads, surrounded by bush.
As with nearly every church we discovered, the lawn at St Mary’s was neatly mowed. Some of the churches seemed to be no longer used, some were in dire need of some maintenance, either paintwork or plumbing, but it appears they still mean a lot to at least one person in their area."
Excerpt from Pauline’s beautiful blog “The Paddock”
Featured in “Old Things are Vintage” group.