Central Mine Church

Central Mine Church A church that comes alive one Sunday a year to celebrate the heritage of a mining community in Mich. Curtis who was attached to the Portage Lake Missions.

History of our Church

Central's residents were justly proud of its church. Long before a church was built, as early as 1856, worship services were being conducted in the schoolhouse on the east side of town. Those first services were conducted by the Reverend David A. Construction of a church was begun in 1868, and when it was occupied the following year it became the major focal point of religio

us and social life in the community for all who were members of it and for many who were not. It became a community center in the true sense of the word and offered many services to the townspeople such as planning the Forth of July picnic for everyone, maintaining a circulating library and sponsoring programs at the school hall which were open to the public. Prior to the building of the new school on top fob the bluff, the Central church provided space for public school classes to be held to accommodate the overflow from the original schoolhouse. It was inevitable that there should be a close feeling among the former residents of Central, who were forced to relocated in other parts of the Copper Country following the closing of the mine in 1898. The opening of the Keweenaw Central Railroad in January, 1907, provided an opportunity for the old-timers to have a "homecoming." Alfred Nicholls is credited with having conceived the idea, and he enlisted the aid of Edward J. Hall and Thomas E. Mitchell. After it had been determined that there was sufficient interest, plans were laid by these three old Centralites, and the first reunion was held on July 21, 1907, with both a morning and an evening service. However, after the second year, the evening service was discontinued in order to enable those in attendance to enjoy meeting and reminiscing with their former neighbors and friends and still board the early train for home.

Every year the Central Mine reunion happens thanks to a small army of volunteers, donors, and behind‑the‑scenes magician...
07/29/2026

Every year the Central Mine reunion happens thanks to a small army of volunteers, donors, and behind‑the‑scenes magicians.

Our sincere thanks to TV6 reporter Dan Groeneveld for the wonderful coverage of the 120th Annual Central Mine Reunion. https://www.uppermichiganssource.com/video/2026/07/29/120th-central-mine-methodist-church-reunion-service-held/

We’re also deeply grateful to Pasty.net... https://pasty.net/... Charlie Hopper and Mike Musiel... who have continued their techno wizardry... beaming internet into a ghost town since 2020... making our live services possible year after year.

Every year since 1907, descendants from Central Mine have returned to the Methodist Church for a reunion service.

07/26/2026

Apologies everyone on the live feed of our 120th reunion...we had a minor glitch....fingers crossed...but we are back live! Thanks for your patience...broadcasting live from a ghost town is full of surprises!!

The Central Mine Methodist church... the little church on the bluff... is as ready as she will ever be… her old pine pew...
07/25/2026

The Central Mine Methodist church... the little church on the bluff... is as ready as she will ever be… her old pine pews are dusted... her planked floors swept... and her windows are sparkling in the late afternoon Copper Country sun.

Every corner of the church feels a bit brighter...and after a years worth of flies and moths removed... a whole lot less dusty... as if she knows... and she does...that her family is coming home once again.

This Sunday, July 26, 2026, the Central Mine Methodist Church will open her tall front doors for the 120th Reunion, welcoming friends old and new for services at 9 a.m. and 11 a.m. (with the 9 a.m. service streamed online).

And tomorrow... this sunday morning... the ghost town of Central will breathe once again... filled with the memories... and the voices of those who return... year after year... both descendents and friends... who keep her story alive...for future generations.

She’s ready to welcome you all home...and we look forward to seeing everyone there...

There’s a moment… just as you step through those tall front doors… when the modern time seems to slow…  to fold back on ...
07/23/2026

There’s a moment… just as you step through those tall front doors… when the modern time seems to slow… to fold back on itself… and you feel the years gather around you… as if every soul who ever sat in those pews… is welcoming you home. Whether it’s your first visit… or so many you have lost count… the little church on the bluff has a way of reaching out… gently…quietly… as if she remembers you. As if she’s been waiting. The Central Mine Methodist Church has always been like that …welcoming not as a guest… but as someone already woven into her story... one of her family…

In these last days before reunion… her pews are being dusted… her floors swept… and her windows polished until they shine… just like they have since 1868…. She stands ready once more… waiting patiently…preparing for her annual homecoming this Sunday, July 26, 2026. Soon her sanctuary will fill with familiar faces… and new ones… all gathered to hear the names of her long past congregation spoken aloud… names that echo across the decades and settle warmly into the hearts of those who listen.

And when the Diadem’s crowning refrain rises… when voices lift together in “All Hail the Power of Jesus’ Name” … it will shake loose another year’s worth of dust from her rafters. A reminder that she is still alive… still loved… still part of the living memory of this place.
This year marks the 120th Central Mine Reunion … a milestone in a tradition so enduring… that it continues to breathe life back into the ghost town of Central. A place once bustling… filled with the sounds of 1,500 souls… horses…oxen… chickens… with the pounding…banging…steam whistles of a frontier mining town… now long silent… except for this one day a year… when the past and present meet and hold each other in close embrace…

Please join us… in person at 9:00 a.m. or 11:00 a.m… or virtually for the 9 a.m. service… to be part of this continuing story. A morning of reflection…remembrance…and fellowship. A moment to stand where so many once stood…and to feel why this place still matters 120 years later.

The Central Mine Methodist Church… the little church on the bluff … is ready to welcome you home. We look forward to seeing everyone there.

This Easter morning wakes slowly... snow and ice continueing to pile deep... as if winter has forgotten... that its time...
04/05/2026

This Easter morning wakes slowly... snow and ice continueing to pile deep... as if winter has forgotten... that its time... past time... to go...

And up on the bluff...
the little church at Central quietly stands guard... the way it always has... steady... weather worn... but still holding vigil... over the town... where her families once lived...

And although her pine pews... to our eyes at least... may seem empty... the howl of the wind... and the swaying of the branches outside... are in sharp contrast... to the deep stillness... the quiet calm... found within... almost a sigh... a long wooden hush...
of a place that remembers...
more than it says...

But this place…
this place does remember... the importance...and meaning... of Easter morning...

Memories of Cornish voices... rumbling baritones... as deep as the mine itself... tenors altos sopranos... lifting the hymns up toward the heavens...
miners dressed in their Sunday best... mothers and children... sporting Easter bonnets... new shoes and ribbons... the vocals playfully rising... shaking the dust from the rafters... in songs of Easter grace...

It remembers the men...
who came to grass... from the deep dark shafts... the weeks work... no matter how hard they scrubbed... stubbornly clinging to their skin.... straightening their backs... as they crossed the threshold... for the very act of entering... lightened the load they all carried...

It remembers the women... hands red and chapped... from the never ending mountain of daily chores...
shawls pulled tight...
cheeks pink from the cold...
bringing whatever flowers
could be coaxed... from coffee tins set on the kitchen sills...
lilies... tulips... a dash of color...
to warm the long Keweenaw winter....

It remembers the children...
whispering in Cornish lilt...
swinging their legs... patiently
waiting... for the organ to strike the first chord...

And then...
the singing...

Oh... the singing...

For... no more musical a people than the Cornish... can be found on an Easter morn...

Rising like a tide...
full and fierce...
lifting the roof...
trembling the windows...
rolling out across the bluff...
until even the tall pines high up on the cliffs... seemed to lean in....

But today...
the only hymn to be heard... is the wind... threading through the eaves...

Today... the choir is quiet... at least to our ears...
For this morning... the pews sit empty... waiting... for someone who hasn’t yet arrived...

But the little church is far from empty...

Not ever....

Because within her walls... her collection of memories await...
steady...
faithful...
unfading....

And if you stand still...
long enough...
quiet enough...
you feel them...
the miners...
the mothers...
the children...
settling back into their places... their backs straight against the pews...
as if the Easter mornings...
never ended... and maybe... just maybe... they never have....

For the spirit of the little church on the bluff... is a living memory...

Still keeping its vigil...
keeping its promise...
to all who once... and still do... sing here...
and all who still value... the memories... that are worth remembering...

Happiest of Easter mornings from the Central Mine Methodist Church...

Each year... when we open our doors for the Annual Central Mine Reunion... those who take care of her are reminded... th...
03/09/2026

Each year... when we open our doors for the Annual Central Mine Reunion... those who take care of her are reminded... that it is more than an empty... simple ghost town building... for the little Church on the bluff is a living family... a historical... but all too human tale... written across the generations... an inspiration for us all... to cherish and to love...

And that is why... with the hint of a Keweenaw spring in the air... we especially continue to lift up our thoughts... for our Pastor... and dear friend... Larry Molloy... who is recovering from a severe stroke.

Though he cannot be with us in the way he (or we)wish... with the latest update... his spirit and determination remains as strong as ever... and knowing Larry... is deeply thankful for the incredible outpouring of love and prayers... from his Central Mine Family and Friends...

As the old Central Mine townsfolk... once met hardships unimaginable to us... with a united... shared strength... anchored in this little church... we now offer him the same... inspiring him forward... with our hopes... lifting him with our prayers... and steadying him... with the quiet assurance... that he is held tight and cherished deeply... by his Central Mine family...

Larry... we miss you... and look forward to your recovery and your ever present... strength and inspiration... God Bless!

🎄 A Christmas Message from Central Mine Church 🎄Deep in the heart of the Keweenaw... where the snows settle deep and the...
12/25/2025

🎄 A Christmas Message from Central Mine Church 🎄

Deep in the heart of the Keweenaw... where the snows settle deep and the pines endlessly whisper of times long past... the little church on the bluff still stands... most quietly these days... with just the squeaks of church mice for company... but within its walls... the generations of memories made here... are never forgotten.

For in its happiest of times... this sanctuary rang with laughter... carols and hymns... and the joyful chaos of Christmases past... as the community came together to celebrate..."the most wonderful time of the year"...

Anxious children... of every variation imaginable... once filled these pews... eyeing the harmonicas... dolls... and brass horns among the many socks... suspenders... and hair ribbons... their eyes wide with wonder and anticipation as the gifts dangled from clotheslines stretched across the room... eagerly waiting for Santa Claus to arrive...

And although oranges and peppermint sticks may have been the staple... year after year... it was the spirit of giving... of community... of caring for everyone... even for those without... that never wore thin... passing the spirit of Christmas... of Central Mine... on and on...

On this Christmas morn... though the mine whistle has been silent over a century... and the town has all but faded... where most just see empty cellar holes and crumbling foundations... the memory of those celebrations... and the caring spirit of a pioneering community made of far flung immigrants... is what endures...

They remind us... the spirit of Christmases are not measured by abundance... but by intentions... for the Central Mine Church gifts... the very ones hanging above the waiting children's heads... were a tangible symbol not of their parents pocketbooks... but of the empathy and love of the entire Central Mine community.

Door to door...trudging through the snow... the donations were collected... just what could be afforded and nothing more... for the Christmas committee of six... upheld the most scared of Central Mine traditions... gathering in secret after store hours... to choose Christmas gifts for Every Central Mine child... their work was not for recognition... since time has erased their names... but out of an enduring love for their friends... neighbors... and the entire town.

As we gather in our own ways this holiday season...
whether in bustling homes... or in quiet reflection... may we carry forward that Christmas legacy.

Let us honor those of Central Mine past... remembering that peace begins with understanding... kindling the fires of hope and kindness... reminding us of who we are... and still should be....

The Central Mine Church may be a ghost of its former self... but its Christmas message is alive and well... in every descendent and friends act of kindness... or fellowship in shared songs and carols... and most importantly... in every child’s laughter and wonder of the magic of the Christmas season...

Merry Christmas from the heart of the Keweenaw... the Central Mine Methodist Church...

May your heart be warm...your spirit light... and your fellowship ever enduring as the spirit of the little church on the bluff...

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Stagecoach Road
Mohawk, MI
49950

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