These windows were rescued from the Manheim Lutheran Church, aka Yellow Church, before it was demolished in 1965. Many of our ancestors regularly attended both churches as they were fairly close. Sometimes the Manheim Lutheran Church had a minister but the Snell's Bush Church did not so if there were baptisms - for instance, they went to the Yellow Church. The two stained glass windows that we have were dedicated in memory of 1) the Feeter family and 2) the Broat/Goodell family. The third window was dedicated to the Pickert family but we do not know what happened to that window.

The following is a copy, from an old scrapbook, of a newspaper clipping that Sarah Israel found. It is a poem and the dedication of the stained glass windows and it was printed in the Enterprise & News of St. Johnsville.

The thronging millions of later years
How swift they go! With their grief and care,
A glimmer of joy and a world of fears.
Could aught be worse than the load we bear?
Those who have, fear loss of treasure;
Their cry is loud on the startled air;
And those without, their lackings measure;
To them the morrow means blank despair.

How little we know, who cry so keen
In a land with plenty and peace fenced 'round
What sorrow, and shock, and misery mean,
And a real despair that morrow found.
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The roads of Manheim wind away
To many a busy mart and mill;
The fields lie fair to the Summer day;
The roaring voice of the world is still.

There's a tale of the Miller of Snyder's Bush
Mere speck in the wood of the Royal Grant,
That the old folks told in the evening hush,
Of the Tory days and the Crafty Brant.

The woodland torrent is now a rill,
That rushing turned on its forest way,
Clumsy wheel of John Garter's mill,
Just over the field you see today.

Cleft by his axe, the shaft and wheel;
Trenched by his arm, the race and dam;
Winning the harvest in yellow meal;
Sturdy and patient, the long dead man,
Full was promise to child and wife;
Surely he dreamed of the days to come,
When treasures about him, secure from strife,
He still would meet the returning sun.

But whispers of peril, the dark wood thrill;
Danger and Death stand at his door;
The eager flames sweep over the 'mill;
Children and wife he sees no more.

By wood and mountain to Montreal,
Where the insolent brood of Butlers sway
The Tory bands of Johnson Hall,
Garter the miller, is borne away.

Captive still, when returns the Spring,
Bonded to toil in the dreary North.
Did a breeze from the south a massage bring;
Bade attempt for freedom, call him forth?
Did the wife bereft and the prattling child,
Across the wilderness, call him home?
Adventure he does; but the forest wild
Yields him again, misfortune's own.

A part of the British pennant's blush
Was dyed that day in the deed of shame,
When Garter, the miller of Snyder's Bush
Was flayed alive in England's name.

A thousand lashes the sentence read;
The flags are whimpering to and fro;
Two-thirds deliver the victim dead,
To jest and sneer of the ruthless foe.

Ringed with the fangs of Johnson's Greens,
On the white parade of that fortress old,
Far from the mill's remembered scenes,
Garter, the miller, is still and cold.

Say, was it statesman's hollow plan;
Say, was it nod of a lace clad fool;
A woman's favor, or flirt of fan;
Decreed that reason should not rule;
That long ere the Miller's work began,
Scattered all evil his ways about,
Measured his wage with a deadly span,
Self confident, blind, but clear of doubt?

Let those who loosened the wrath of man,
To the work of woe, to the lust of life,
Make clear to the miller, if clear they can
The warrant they had for civil strife;
Say, which are the souls to shrivel in hell;
For the misery wrought in statecraft's
Not those performing the work so well,
But leaders of men who managed the gate

Oh, ye with the burdens of grief and care,
Whose murmuring darken the noonday
Whose toil of a day is hard to bear,
Who eagerly search for the wrath to come
Consider your days, and content your life,
With this godly earth, its sun and rain,
The quiet fields, the child and wife,
The morrow free from peril and pain.

Despite the rain, a large number of people turned out at the old home day celebration held at Manheim Lutheran Church Monday. Rain seems to have no terrors for the people of that vicinity. It may be that they have grown so used to having showers at these gatherings that they rather expect it and would not feel at home if the day passed without a soaking rain. However that may be, it had an effect of keeping away a large number of people from the city who, hearing the glorious things that had been said of former gatherings intended to be present at this one.

The exercise began a little after 11 o clock, by the people singing "Coronation" which followed with prayer by the pastor, Rev. D A Wright. Mrs. Delight Keller gave the address of welcome, which was responded to by Rev. R J VanDusen of Central Bridge. The reader of the poem for the occasion was Miss Lillian Davis and the subject of the verses was " Old Home Day at Manheim Church" The author was Judge George W Ward.

The literary program ended, dinner was announced, and although former spreads have been pronounced fine, this one it was agreed surpassed all the rest. The afternoon exercises opened with singing and an address by Mr. Mcliravy and then followed the unveiling and the presentation of the three handsome windows presented by three of the old families of the neighborhood as a memorial to the ancestors of the families presenting them.

The first window was the gift of the Broat and Goodell families. A short history of the family was read by Rev.R J VanDeusen. The window was then unveiled by Helen and Inez Goodell, Mary Bellinger and James Harold Broat. The window is in memory of Henry Broat 1767-1841, Catherine Gramps Broat 1765-1857, Andrew Goodell 1797-1887, Mary Broat Goodell 1799-1891.

The second window was presented by Mrs. Marcy of Buffalo, N Y in memory of William Feeter 1786-1852, Harriet Mckenster Feeter 1798-1844, Adelia Feeter Weatherwax 1831-1905. In presenting the window Mrs. Marcy gave an interesting history of the Feeter family. The window was unveiled by James Dean Weatherwax.

The third window was presented by Col. Bartholomew Pickert of Buffalo. The inscription on the window reads as follows; " Presented by Bartholomew and Rozelle Pickert. In memory of Bartholomew Pickert a Revolutionary soldier and Abel Pickert our father. Col. Pickert's presentation address was spicy and enjoyable by all. He referred very touchingly to his old home and his boy hood days. The window was unveiled by Dorothy and Terry Snow of New York City, grandchildren of Col. Pickert, assisted by Harold Pickert.

Judge Devendorf of Herkimer gave an able address in which he gave the young men some good advice and advised all both young and old to stand by the church and support it. The contributions to the church amounted to $81.41. Dorothy and Terry Snow presented the church fund with $10.00, Ward Hewison $11.87. Delight R Keller presented the church on behalf of the ladies of the parish with a beautiful picture of St. John comforting the Mother of Christ. The picture will be hung in the church parlor in memory of Mrs. Adelia Feeter Weatherwax.