
Eliza McClure Cochrane
As 21st Century Christians worshipping
in this 19th Century building, we find ourselves surrounded by remembrances
of earlier Christians. So let us begin with the life of Eliza McClure
Cochrane whose name appears on the first stained glass window to the
left of the sanctuary's main entrance.
She was born in 1795, the daughter of
Capt. James McClure, an officer of the Continental Army. Her mother's
name curiously enough is not listed in Cochrane's History of Monmouth
and Wales. She lived in Waldo, Maine, near Penobscot Bay. At 30 years
of age she was the widow of Thomas McClure and had no children.
On January 4, 1825, she married her
second cousin, Dr. James Cochrane, Jr. Her first born daughters, Mary
Jane and Mary Eliza, each died before they were two years of age.
Her five sons and last daughter all lived into adulthood. Their home
was the old cape with attached one horse barn on the north side of
Main St. and Berry Rd.
In 1860 during the midst of great political
uncertainty in America this 65 year old grandmother assumed the responsibility
of raising her newborn grandson, Harry Hayman Cochrane, when her daughter-in-law
died a week after childbirth.
When the Great Rebellion finally began
she had plenty to worry about. Every morning she awoke to the same
concerns. Would this Union survive? Could she raise baby Harry to
adulthood? Would her youngest son Granville, survive the battlefield?
Yet every morning when she looked out her window she would see this
building (then located at the present Monmouth KWIK Stop). In the
end, the United States did survive. Granville did survive his severe
wound from the battle of Antietam, and baby Harry did live to write
about this remarkable woman.
Harry wrote, "His (Dr. Cochrane
Jr.) union with this lady was the most fortunate circumstances of
his life. She was descended from the same colony of Argyleshire (Scotland)
emigrants to which the doctor traced his lineage, was well educated,
and possessed in a large measure the talent and versatility which
have, in a less marked degree, coursed in the veins of her children.
. .his wife, who possessed remarkable business tact, and had a system
for everything. . .His wife survived several years after his demise.
Up to the day of her death, which occurred in her ninety-second year,
her mind was as clear and her spirits as buoyant as those of a woman
in the prime of life." ~~Larry Buggia, Church Historian,
would like to thank Arthur M. Griffiths for his assistance with this
article.

Hattie Emma Clifford (1865-1911)
A former Methodist member of this church,
Hattie lies buried in the adjacent cemetery, next to her parents.
One of our stained glass windows (pictured above) is dedicated to
the memory of her parents, Rev. Nathaniel And Lucy Almeda Clifford.
On Hattie's headstone are inscribed the following words: "A friend
and teacher of the colored people"
As a young woman Hattie lived a very
busy life in Monmouth. She began teaching at the age of sixteen in
the Back Street School. By the age of twenty she had graduated from
Kent's Hill Seminary as a music teacher.
Probably some point after this time
she coughed up blood, which would mark the beginning of her life with
tuberculosis. Emotionally she would vacillate between shame, despair,
and hope.
"Harriet E. Clifford, a white
woman originally from Maine. . .earned the love of generations of
young Black women in her work at Atlanta University." ~~W.E.B.
Dubois
"It was my privilege to be
associated with Miss Clifford during nearly all of what constituted
the most important and significant period of her life work, and I
learned to discover in her one of the rarest of women. She taught
music in Atlanta University for nearly eleven years--a longer period
of service than any other music teacher in the institution ever had.
. .she not only loved her art but loved her pupils also. . .Her sweet
Christian character was a wonderful harmony which hallowed and sanctified
her teaching of music and lifted it up out of the commonplace.
"For the past three years of
invalidism have still found Hattie Clifford teaching us wonderful
lessons of patient endurance,, courageous hope, sweet submission,
and undying loyalty to the school she loved so much and to all the
oppressed people for whom it was founded."
~~Horace Bumstead, D.D. (President of Atlanta University)