The closure of a congregation usually brings to me a tinge of sadness at the concept that memories won’t be created there anymore. I never considered Manning Uniting Church to be a quiet peaceful church. It was full of life with a variety of activities for us kids. I have fond memories of plays, preparing the sets and rehearsing. Come Christmas time we would relocate to the hall for church instead of our chapel. Here we would make murals using one and two cent coins with the money going to the Christmas Bowl.
Church camps were a time for all of us to really be a community eating, worshiping, and learning together. I had many sets of parents and grandparents looking out for me as well as friends close to my age and older. This is where I developed the skills to move and work within a diverse age setting.