by Howard Hewett, Submitted: November 2014
Dow Road, Carolina Beach, NC
The Hewett-Lewis-Davis-Henniker families with the help of others started Federal Point Methodist Episcopal Church.
The certification of the Federal Point Methodist Episcopal Church, South, was established by Bishop R. G. Waterhouse on November 23, 1914. The church was dedicated on June 17, 1917 by Rev. J. H. Shore. He was the presiding elder of the Wilmington District of the North Carolina Conference. On this occasion, he delivered the sermon.
My father, Howard Curtis Hewett Sr. and his sister Ethel Virginia Hewett were baptized in 1920 at the ages of six years and eight years, respectively, as found in the Register of Infant Baptisms. The original Register of Membership and Register of Infant Baptisms for Federal Point Church was given to the Carolina Beach United Methodist Church, Carolina Beach, N.C., following the death of Howard Curtis Hewett Sr. in 1995. Links to copies of the original Register are displayed at the end of this document.
Although very young, I do have memories of very hot summer Sundays with all the church windows open, no screens, everyone dressed to the nines, Aunt Beatrice Davis playing a bellows-type organ and the congregation singing “He Lives, He Lives.”
I remember my mother singing in the choir and Dad, Grandmother and I sitting on the right side of the sanctuary usually by a window. When it was hot Dad allowed me to sit on the window sill. The benches were handcrafted without any cushions.
On these occasions, as the preacher delivered his sermon, everyone would be fanning away and I assure you there was not a breath of air moving. If you listened closely, you could hear the insects droning outside. There was no such thing as casual dress which made everyone that much hotter. I never saw my father in church on Sunday without a tie.
I have fond memories of church dinners on the grounds under the oak trees and Uncle Otis Davis and Uncle Wilbur Davis making fresh squeezed lemonade in a big crock-pot with lots of sugar. My mother Helen Roebuck Hewett would not drink the lemonade because she claimed they stirred the lemonade with their hands, but in their defense, I seem to recall there was a paddle; whether it was used may be up for debate. There was always fried chicken, deviled eggs, collard greens, biscuits and potato salad. My favorites were deviled eggs and homemade pickles.
There was water available from a hand pump located next to the road that led to Uncle George Henniker’s and Aunt Sarah Ellen’s home on the river. I do not remember the quality of the water only that it was there. Kids were drawn to the pump like it was a magnet, cupping their hands under the spout while another kid pumped. Usually more water ran down their elbows onto the ground than they were able to capture. In the current environment, folks would marvel that kids could be entertained with a hand water pump. This type of pump was common to everyone’s back porch. …. Continued ….