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A handful of people living in the southern part of town had recently come under the sway of the Millerite movement, which had taken backwoods America by storm with its teaching that Christ’s Second Coming, or the Advent, would take place in October of 1844.
The Millerite faction used the matter of the new meetinghouse as grounds to form their own “Christian Society” and hatched a plan to build a separate church building that wouldn’t require a long slog up Faxon Hill on Sunday mornings.
After stopping at Phil’s place to top off my water bottle, I made the short walk uphill to the village. This was a village, unlike some others in this part of the state, which seemed to give scarcely a thought to whether it looked like a page out of a scenic New England calendar.
Yet if I were knocked over the head and blindfolded in some distant place, and then casually dropped off here, as soon as the blindfold came off I’d know beyond doubt that I could be in no place but New Hampshire — not Vermont, not Maine.
The rock sits alone and unseen on a velvety bed of evergreen needles, as if delicately placed there by the hand of some cosmic jeweler. I’d been excitedly telling a friend that I was planning to spend some time in my favorite southern New Hampshire town.
He knew the town, unlike most people, and told me that he’d once spent a day there with a knowledgeable woodsman, learning to track bears.
The building, a Greek Revival pared down to an austere elegance, was built in 1841, and within a few years most of its members, who were to be disappointed by the Millerite prediction, had embraced another unorthodox teaching — worship on Saturdays.
Because the twin doctrines of imminent Advent and seventh-day worship first came together in this remote Washington meetinghouse, it is said to be the birthplace of Seventh-day Adventism, although the denomination was not formally organized for another two decades.
For my lunch in the general store I paid what elsewhere I’d have expected to pay 20 years before.
In 1840, the people of Washington Center decided to build a church on the common.
Until then, the nearby meetinghouse had been used for meetings both civic and religious.
You’ll get the official town website, of course, and a Wikipedia entry, but the rest of your search will drag up lots of unsought information about Mount Washington, flights from Manchester to Washington, DC, and a visit George Washington made to Portsmouth in 1789.
There are those who consider this invisibility a point in the town’s favor.