Lamb’s Creek Episcopal Church
2018 Service Dates
August 26th — Lamb’s Creek Sunday service at 10:00 a.m.
October 7th — Blessing of the Animals service at 10:00 a.m.
Lamb’s Creek Church is located in an inactive parish (Brunswick) and is currently under the stewardship of Hanover Parish. Brunswick Parish was formed in 1732; its first building known as Muddy Creek Church, was located near the route of the old King’s Highway (now Virginia Route 3) at the present-day boundary of King George and Stafford Counties. It was a small church, probably no more than a log chapel. As the population of the area shifted, it became necessary to build a larger church located more to the east. The new building (c. 1770) was named Lamb’s Creek Church. The church suffered from disuse and neglect after the Revolution but was later refurbished and services were held there regularly until St. John’s was built at the courthouse. During the Civil War, the church suffered abuse by Union soldiers, being used as a stable by the cavalry; some reparations were made after the war. Lamb’s Creek has a copy of the very rare “Vinegar” Bible (1716) and an altar edition of the 1662 Book of Common Prayer (1739 printing), which are normally on display at the “Lamb’s Creek Sunday” service.
Pictures from October 1, 2017, Blessing of the Animals service can be found by clicking here.
Text of Civil War Era Letter (unknown source)
Item 54 December 29, 1862
Hd Qrs Haris Light Cavalry
Picket Station at Lambs Cr. Church
15 miles below Falmouth, Va
December 29th 1862
I did not expect to write while on picket, but have a Church for quarters and an opportunity. We left camp at 7 AM. yesterday and relieved the 1st Pam Cavalry on picket duty here.
We are to stay three days — have 12 Co’s 4 on the river bank each day while the remainder are bivouaced in woods near this church. It is about 3/4 miles on a line to Rappahannock River. On the opposite bluf the Rebs are hard at work digging breast works in plain view from here.
They are at work like beavers all along the bank up and down while our pickets talk and trade with theirs with freedom always respecting each others feelings and exchange papers and compliments of the day. Its glorious weather. Here lies a large flat composing the valley of the River, cut up into fields of thousands of acres each by cedar hedges and ditches and a road cutting through the centre, parallel to the river, bordered by an ancient highway of cedars in double rows on each side of the ditches which alone would be impassable.
(This road for miles is more pleasant than any st. — lane, or Ave. in Hartford). On either side are the same immense fields of corn shocks in large rows, strips of land between also growing green with newly sown wheat, large wheat fields centred with huge piles of straw and chaff beside the thrashing machines left just as they were in use, and immense streches of neglected fields, where wild carrot seed stalks, wild grass, “life ever lasting” and mullen stalks huddle the space between the old milkweed stalks, corn stalks, on which great lazy owls sit seemingly afraid to turn eyes from the sun till you are just ready to cut them down when they scoot off to some neighboring stalk tempting you to try again. …all large flock of ugly buzzards describe all of circles in the air centering on the carcas of some old horse of mule, the bones being industriously picked. Here and there a flock of quails will flutter away from you very feet and half tame white tailed Rabbits will bob around between the rows. All sorts of little birds are skipping around gathering seeds from various weeds, some of the most beautiful being all red with large top knotts. On the small near the river large flocks of wild ducks dip and paddle / Col. Jones 1st Pa. Cav. shot 12 and got 9 of them at one shot from an old gun yesterday night in hearing and sight of the Rebs opposite bank who halloed to him “Yanks send over a duck.” Etc.
On the other side of the river above the bluff the ground gradually ascends to thickly wooded hills almost smothered from view by the smoke from many camps, where Gen Jacksons and Gen A.P. Hills Corps are encamped. Their infant-y in large squads closely picket the river their Cavalry being farther down where they least expect an attempt to cross by us. On this side of the river, two miles back, is our high ridge woods with pine and oak but we have no infantry near. Only one plantation or house is in sight and that is on a grand scale with long streets of negrow huts white washed neat but their once inmates are sweating over some southern earth work —
As I write Daniel and other officers are singing various tunes sounding gay in this old sanctum, sanctorum.
Daniel bears down the Bass, on tenor and treble the old Church rings although it looks rather rusty as the 1st Pa. Tore out all the slips and left the floor strew with straw, port rinds, hard bread and pistol cartridges, to say nothing about the numerous artistical designed on the walls. This church built in 1740 is 122 years old —of 3 Brick walls— 100 ft long 40 ft. high. Two pulpits, various paintings and inscriptions ornaments etc. Episcopal denomination. Every Officer of the 1st Pa. Cav. should be dismissed from service for what has transpired here they were all drunk christmas (a citizen says) Horses were hitched to heas posts of graves around the church and soldiers have had fires and slept on the graves buring yard fence etc. It’s a rong way to reunite the states alowing such officers
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