Parishioner Janet Geier sent us her memories of St. John the Baptist church, along with some of her family’s history which is tied to the parish as well. Janet writes:
I am not sure of the date my ancestors acquired and moved to the land at 6369 Dry Ridge Road and became part of St. John’s. I know the property has been in the family since 1869 as their names are recorded on the Colerain Township 1869 map.
First at St. John’s were my great-grandparents, Johan C. Thiemann and Elizabeth (nee Thole) Thiemann, then their son, William Thiemann and his wife, Philomena (nee Herzog), who acquired the family farm. It was purchased by their daughter and her husband, Concordia and Arthur Peters. Now myself (Art and Cora’s daughter) and my husband, Gerry Geier, live on the property.
The window over the baptismal font was donated by the William Thiemann Family. (The window is spelled with one “n” instead of ending in the double “n”.)
I was extremely pleased when Father Bowes said that the window in the old church, which was between the altar railing and the altar, would be placed in the new church in such a prominent place. Two of my grandchildren were baptized in the new church. My two sons were baptized, as well as had their First Communion and Confirmation at St. John’s.
My grandmother, parents and I lived on the “farm” until I was five and then we moved to Groesbeck and lived there. My father started a plastering business and needed more water than the old farm cistern would hold to wash his work clothes in. The property was continually rented out to friends and relatives who were members of St. John‘s. My father and mother had wanted to someday move back to Dry Ridge Road but my dad died when I was 16.
One year after Gerry and I were married we asked if we could move to the farm. We lived there until 1977, when we built a house on Old Colerain Avenue. When my mother passed away we inherited the property and tore down the old farmhouse and built our present home. So Gerry and I have been in St. John’s parish since 1968.
We worked the St. John’s festival with Trudi Kelhoffer in the cotton candy and ice cream booth before we were married and continued many years there until we started working at Stehlin’s booth. For many years, I also helped Christy Wolterman in the kitchen doing the mashed potatoes. At that time, we were in the old school’s kitchen and in those days we had to place the food in large crocks and roll them down to the Parish Center on a wagon-type dolly. One year, one of the crocks of mashed potatoes fell off and broke!
We have spent our years trying to help out whenever we could. I served as an officer of the PTO for several years. (PTO was later changed to PTA.) I served on Parish Council as a member and as president. Gerry was involved in the St. John’s Catholic Order of Foresters as president, recording secretary and event organizer for many years. My two sons and I helped sort out the Easter Candy Sale purchases for many years. Our children were involved in the Youth Foresters. We were in charge of the church’s youth group. Gerry coached one of the first soccer teams at St. John’s under the direction of Ted Engel and Ted Vilas and continued coaching for many years in the soccer program.
Gerry and I help out now when called. We put labels on the Torch or stuff envelopes, etc. I help with the counting of the collection. I am a hospital caller and I help with the funeral luncheon program.
When the 150th anniversary was announced, I volunteered to be on that committee and Gerry has been there to help with activities, too.
I am proud to be part of a parish that has such wonderful people giving of their time and being committed to the betterment of the church, it’s members and the area community. Over the years we have met many people here and the friendships continue to grow.
We wish Fr. Tim and all the dedicated staff of the church and school the best. And, we hope that St. John’s will continue in the future to grow and be a place of peace and happiness for others. May God continue to bless the congregation!
Janet Geier
P.S. My uncle, Walter Thiemann, used to talk about when he was a child how he had to take water down to the mules that hauled the rock from the river that was used in the building of the second church. They rested and watered the animals at our driveway after they did the long pull up Dry Ridge Road hill.