Previous Pastors
Since our birth in 1868, our congregation has been served by 34 different pastors. Although there are missing records, the following are the shepherds that have led this flock to this day.
1/1868 - 10/5/1874 A. H. Fletcher
7/12/1875 - 7/1/1877 L.F. Waldo
3/15/1879 - 1881 J.D. Millard
5/29/1881 - 8/4/1881 A.H. Cairnduff
4/9/1882 - 9/21/1882 F.D. Chandler
10/0/1882 - 10/1883 Robt. Adams
11/29/1883 - 7/2/1885 E.D. Curtis
8/1/1885 - 8/1888 C.W. Carrick
2/27/1887 - 8/1889 Geo. Lloyd
10/13/1889 - 3/1892 Thos. G. Baxter
9/1/1895 - 9/1896 Wm. Cochran
10/11/1896 - 4/9/1899 Daniel Truman
(Was fond of the unknown quote, "Christian names are everywhere; Christian men are very rare.)
12/10/1899 - 1/14/1904 Wm. Hurlbut
6/5/1904 - 7/1904 John G. Fraser D.D.
11/6/1904 - 1910 John H. Hull
(Was fond of the quote by Beecher, "An intense hour will do more than dreamy years.")
(Instrumental in the invitation of the Congregational Summer Assembly arriving in Frankfort.)
10/2/1910 - 4/27/1919 Stephen H. Vaughn
6/22/1919 - 10/14/1923 Albert Siebert
3/4/1924 - 6/24/1939 Louis B. Hardy
10/15/1939 - 10/25/1942 John Taylor Henry
6/25/1944 - 9/24/1946 G.W. Lomas
1/1947 - 12/1956 John C. Bockoven, made emeritus in 1962
8/1/1957 - 8/15/1960 Deryl (Dearl) Abbott
3/3/1961 - 10/1964 Arthur W. Tiffen
4/1965 - 4/15/1971 Raymond Hallock
Interim Rev. Paul Bennehoff
(Was the first to live in the new church parsonage.)
6/3/1973 - 6/1/1976 Larry Alan Correll
8/15/1976 - 4/23/1978 David Clyde Hirtle
8/6/1978 - 6/5/1983 Richard Hooker
Interim Ray Cartlige
10/16/1983 - 1984 Jerry W. Dill
Interim Rev. Paul Bennehoff
5/1985 - 1/1995 Richard C. Stoddard
5/1995 - 7/30/1997 Craig Crossman
9/1/1997 - 8/31/1998 James Brammer, Interim
9/1/1998 - Dinah Jeannette Haag
1/1868 - 10/5/1874 A. H. Fletcher
7/12/1875 - 7/1/1877 L.F. Waldo
3/15/1879 - 1881 J.D. Millard
5/29/1881 - 8/4/1881 A.H. Cairnduff
4/9/1882 - 9/21/1882 F.D. Chandler
10/0/1882 - 10/1883 Robt. Adams
11/29/1883 - 7/2/1885 E.D. Curtis
8/1/1885 - 8/1888 C.W. Carrick
2/27/1887 - 8/1889 Geo. Lloyd
10/13/1889 - 3/1892 Thos. G. Baxter
9/1/1895 - 9/1896 Wm. Cochran
10/11/1896 - 4/9/1899 Daniel Truman
(Was fond of the unknown quote, "Christian names are everywhere; Christian men are very rare.)
12/10/1899 - 1/14/1904 Wm. Hurlbut
6/5/1904 - 7/1904 John G. Fraser D.D.
11/6/1904 - 1910 John H. Hull
(Was fond of the quote by Beecher, "An intense hour will do more than dreamy years.")
(Instrumental in the invitation of the Congregational Summer Assembly arriving in Frankfort.)
10/2/1910 - 4/27/1919 Stephen H. Vaughn
6/22/1919 - 10/14/1923 Albert Siebert
3/4/1924 - 6/24/1939 Louis B. Hardy
10/15/1939 - 10/25/1942 John Taylor Henry
6/25/1944 - 9/24/1946 G.W. Lomas
1/1947 - 12/1956 John C. Bockoven, made emeritus in 1962
8/1/1957 - 8/15/1960 Deryl (Dearl) Abbott
3/3/1961 - 10/1964 Arthur W. Tiffen
4/1965 - 4/15/1971 Raymond Hallock
Interim Rev. Paul Bennehoff
(Was the first to live in the new church parsonage.)
6/3/1973 - 6/1/1976 Larry Alan Correll
8/15/1976 - 4/23/1978 David Clyde Hirtle
8/6/1978 - 6/5/1983 Richard Hooker
Interim Ray Cartlige
10/16/1983 - 1984 Jerry W. Dill
Interim Rev. Paul Bennehoff
5/1985 - 1/1995 Richard C. Stoddard
5/1995 - 7/30/1997 Craig Crossman
9/1/1997 - 8/31/1998 James Brammer, Interim
9/1/1998 - Dinah Jeannette Haag
A poem by Rev. L. B. Hardy
Memories of the Lake
Some sing of woodland’s beauty,
With its traceries of light;
Some, of mountains or of plains
Of the beauties of the night;
And, no doubt, they have their place
In the scheme of beauteous things;
But if glory you would know:
- That of which my spirit sings -
Find my seat upon the headland,
Just above the sandy beach,
Where the water stretches out
To the limit of its reach -
Just stopping at the sky-line,
In the clear and distant west; -
There the silence is unbroken -
There, my spirit is at rest.
There I sit and watch the seagulls
As they circle in the sky,
Then mark the distant streamers,
That so silently pass by
And leave a stream of blackness -
(Not unlike a bit of crape)
All draped by quiet breezes,
O’er the waters of the lake;
While, breaking the horizon,
Are top-sails, climbing higher,
Of a ship that’s coming home
Through a sky, all set on fire.
By the red sun, sinking dow’r
Soon to lose itself from sight;
For the shades of evening, warn me
Of the coming of the night.
Oh! Those glorious colors!
Which no hand of man could paint;
The colors of the sunset,
That as night comes on grow faint;
And I hear the night birds calling, -
Those below to those aloft,
As cooling evening breezes
Touch my cheeks with fingersoft;
Then, slowly I turn homeward
And my mind is filled with dreams,
Though night’s turned day to darkness,
In my spirit light still gleams
In which I’ll ever revel
In my dreams or when awake
For in it lives the glory
That I saw there o’er the lake - L. B. H.
Memories of the Lake
Some sing of woodland’s beauty,
With its traceries of light;
Some, of mountains or of plains
Of the beauties of the night;
And, no doubt, they have their place
In the scheme of beauteous things;
But if glory you would know:
- That of which my spirit sings -
Find my seat upon the headland,
Just above the sandy beach,
Where the water stretches out
To the limit of its reach -
Just stopping at the sky-line,
In the clear and distant west; -
There the silence is unbroken -
There, my spirit is at rest.
There I sit and watch the seagulls
As they circle in the sky,
Then mark the distant streamers,
That so silently pass by
And leave a stream of blackness -
(Not unlike a bit of crape)
All draped by quiet breezes,
O’er the waters of the lake;
While, breaking the horizon,
Are top-sails, climbing higher,
Of a ship that’s coming home
Through a sky, all set on fire.
By the red sun, sinking dow’r
Soon to lose itself from sight;
For the shades of evening, warn me
Of the coming of the night.
Oh! Those glorious colors!
Which no hand of man could paint;
The colors of the sunset,
That as night comes on grow faint;
And I hear the night birds calling, -
Those below to those aloft,
As cooling evening breezes
Touch my cheeks with fingersoft;
Then, slowly I turn homeward
And my mind is filled with dreams,
Though night’s turned day to darkness,
In my spirit light still gleams
In which I’ll ever revel
In my dreams or when awake
For in it lives the glory
That I saw there o’er the lake - L. B. H.