Englewood Church of Christ at the bottom of “Englewood Hill” on old Highway 51, (State 22) about 3 miles out of Troy toward Union City.

by Jane Powell: In the 1930’s Pappy and I walked here to church on Sunday … from the Kersey farm, down through the hollow, up by Well’s school house, down the road to the highway, then down the hill … this was a one-cup church, well, I guess most were in those days, and ours was a green glass from Crystal oats … and the wine came from Uncle Henry Wade across the road … I never did get any of it, but once he gave me a taste of what he called peach brandy and it sure was good … don’t remember ’bout the bread plate, but Mammy made the bread for us to take every Sunday and Pappy let me eat what was left on the way home … it was such a long way for such a little girl … one time we went at night, in the wagon, and Mammy went, too … everyone took their lanterns off the wagons and hung them on the long wires hanging down from the ceiling … and the pews were hand made out of rough lumber and you had to sit still or you might get a splinter … lots folks carved their initials in them and so did Uncle Earl … EK and TR … Daddy’s, my step-daddy, were there, too … E J. Sometimes, whoever was leading singing, or standing up front with the book, couldn’t get the song started … and would call on Ethel Grimes to start it … it was ok for a woman to “start a song” sitting down, but she couldn’t “lead singing” … once we had dinner on the ground … don’t know what the food was put on … but most who could sat on quilts on the ground … I don’t know who I was with … but I remember, Ethel and Papa and Mamma Jones being there … this might of been the time there was a baptizing. A few years ago I asked Uncle Earl how they got enough water in the creek — he said they built a dam to hold the water back, so I guess they did … the best I remember, they were dressed in black or dark colors, and it really seemed scary to me to go down into the creek … probably because Pappy Kersey always warned us about not falling in. Now I guess the bridge across the creek is gone, and according to Kim everything is gone except the memories. But when I think of it, the same unique fragrance of the building wafts across my mind and faintly in the distance I can hear the voices of all those I love singing, “In the sweet, by-and-by….”

by Kim Maloney: The old Englewood Church has been closed for several years, 10, I think. Crafton Luker, who ran the monument place on the Hornbeak Hwy, was the last member. The property was donated by the Burnett family and the sale of the church will go to the nearest Church of Christ; the sale of the lot in front of the church will go to the Burnett Cemetery, Mt. Ararat, which was deeded to Mt. Ararat Cemetery Association recently.