The old Scovel Memorial Presbyterian Church used to sit at the south corner of Grand River Avenue & McGraw, and once shared that corner with another much more famous Detroit ruin, the Olympia Stadium (with the Riviera Theater and Grande Ballroom not far away). Unfortunately the Olympia and Riviera were both demolished by 1999, and on February 13th, 2005, this church burned down, reducing it to a blackened shell that stood a little too close to a "Reelect Kwame Kilpatrick" billboard overlooking the Jeffries Freeway. So naturally its ruins only lasted about as long as it took for people to start taking photos of the uniquely "Detroit" juxtaposition, before they were demolished:
Obviously you can't have your political adversaries using imagery such as that in TV ads against you. Too bad that's what it takes for hazardous structures to actually get removed in this town. Well, you all know what happened to Kwame. I wonder if he can read this blog from his prison cell. Gumpy bastard.
Here it is again in 2004 before the fire, in a quite obviously blithe, out-the-car-window shot that indicates I clearly had no idea it was about to not be available for photography anymore:
I meant to go in...I knew plenty of people who had gone in before the fire but I never got around to it. Ooops. I guess late is better than never.
This church was not so lucky as to receive a final "memorial service" from Preservation Detroit after it was torched and demolished, as First Unitarian Church did recently.
Some nice Lake Superior sandstone, and you can see the cornerstone, which contained historical church documents:
After the demolition, a few of the larger red sandstone blocks remained on site, though I am not sure what eventually became of them.
Scovel Memorial Presbyterian was built in 1898 and founded by elders of the Trumbull Avenue Presbyterian Church, one of whom was Charles Scovel, the principal land and funding donor, according to Detroitblog's October 2004 writeup. He says that when it was built Grand River was still a plank road leading into the wilderness of Western Michigan, and a toll gate still stood near the site.
Believe it or not, Henry Ford and his wife Clara actually used to attend this church. I imagine this was during the early 1900s when they lived in Boston-Edison. Detroitblog goes on to explain that the entryway held a plaque and Pewabic tile donated by Ford, "whose teacher in the Greenfield Township school he attended, Mrs. Abbie Woods Scovel, married into the Scovel family that donated the land and money to build the church."
The church received extensive renovations and expansions in the early 1920s, and was attended by a predominantly Scottish-descended congregation. This was also the era in which its membership peaked, at about 2,500. Scovel Presbyterian was also noted for its city-wide champion athletic teams, fielding mens', boys', and girls' basketball, baseball, and softball squads. Their music program was formiddable as well, producing two male quartets and a 17-piece orchestra, some of whose members played with John Philip Sousa's band and the Detroit Symphony Orchestra.
I wonder how many times Detroit Redwings fans (or Redwings themselves!) might have stopped in here to pray before historic championship hockey games at the old Olympia?
Interestingly, only two ministers ever led the Scovel flock in its history: Rev. James D. Jeffrey, who served from 1898 to 1929, and his son, Rev. George D. Jeffrey, who served from 1929 until his death in 1975. The last service held here was in 1977, before a sparse congregation who had mostly already moved out of the city to the suburbs. It then underwent a transformation into the "Prayer Tabernacle Church," which was short-lived, and still later was used by the Motor City Blight Busters as a shelter for battered women--an equally short-lived venture.
See the links below for a few better photos:
"Let us Pray," Detroitblog.org, October 28th, 2004
John Monteith and Detroit Presbyterianism, by Harold F. Fredsell
The Scotch Presbyterian Church of Detroit: Its History from 1842 to 1938, by William R. Carnegie