In past centuries, there were little chapels here and there along the country side. They were outside the villages, and along roads. They were a place to stop and rest, as well as a place of worship. They were normally near a farmhouse, and those residents both guarded and maintained the small buildings. Some of these chapels are still here today.
Sint Hubertuskapel is one of those chapels, and dates back to 1599.
The chapels were normally built in the Romanesque or
Baroque style, made of brick, roofed with slate, and had a solid oak door.
It's my understanding that this carving shows God's protection of both the people and their livestock against disease. (Don't quote me on that one. It's hard to find exact information on some things around here.)
Sint Hubertuskapel sits quietly at the edge of a field, on the outskirts of town. And she patiently waits for the odd visitor or two. Cars speed by on the road outside her front door, much quicker than people used to travel when she was younger. It doesn't bother her much. She's seen a lot over the past several hundred years. She's got plenty of time. And she's not going anywhere.
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