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New St. Anne Catholic Church opens doors in Richmond Hill
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Bishop Gregory J. Hartmayer of the Diocese of Savannah pours consecrated oil on the altar during the dedication Saturday. - photo by Photo by Brent Zell

Bishop Gregory J. Hartmayer of the Diocese of Savannah told congregants Saturday at the new St. Anne Catholic Church that two things would happen the following day.

“You’re going to come to the Mass you want to attend, and secondly, you will stake out your pew,” Hartmayer said during his homily, drawing laughter from the parishioners.

“But then comes Ash Wednesday, and that will mess it all up,” he added, to more laughter.

There was much more laughter and many smiles during the rite of dedication for the new, 26,000-square-foot, faded-brick, statue-filled church that brought out hundreds of parishioners and many area religious leaders on a chilly morning in Richmond Hill.

The Mass began at the nearby Mary-Martha Chapel — the structure built by Henry Ford in 1938 — where religious leaders, Knights of Columbus members and parishioners first gathered. The entire group proceeded to the new church, singing “Let Us Go Rejoicing” the entire way. The processional’s path went by the Holy Family Hall, which was built in 2004 and had been the home of Mass for the parish.

At the front of the new edifice, Hartmeyer received the front-door keys from a representative of R.W. Allen, that architect that built the facility. Hartmeyer then turned the keys over to Father Joseph Smith, St. Anne pastor, who unlocked the door to let everyone in.

The church, filled with natural light from its huge windows, quickly filled with the still-singing parishioners. The service began and featured more singing, Bible verses, prayers and sprinkling of holy water throughout. Also during the service, leaders anointed Chrism, a consecrated oil, to the altar and walls of the edifice.

During his homily, Hartmayer went through much of the Catholic history of the Richmond Hill area. In the early 1950s, about 30 people from Richmond Hill went to Savannah for weekly Mass. In 1955, the Martha-Mary Chapel became the property of the Diocese of Savannah, and the community began with five families and “a handful of Catholic soldiers based in Hinesville,” Hartmayer said.

The bishop said the Richmond Hill Catholic community began to grow. Smith told the News in a previous interview that the St. Anne parish today has about 1,000 families covering 2,300 members.

Hartmayer also made a comparison to a young married couple who dream of owning and moving into their own home.

“Father Smith, you and the people of St. Anne must feel so happy and so proud and secure that you now have this place that you can call your own. No more kneepads, no more folding chairs,” he said.

During his address to the congregation, Smith thanked the many people who worked on the planning and gave and prayer of the church, saying that every effort “was greatly necessary and is greatly appreciated.”

“It’s a collaboration. It’s a constant collaboration — constant collaboration, working together, listening together and making people feel like this is theirs from the very beginning,” Smith said after the Mass.

Bishop Emeritus Kevin Boland said prior to the service that having a permanent place of worship is “the ultimate thing you look for when you establish a faith community,” and that the new St. Anne church is a great sign of growth in the diocese.

He also praised the structure itself.

“It’s beautiful, it’s absolutely magnificent,” Boland said. “It’s one of the finest churches in the diocese. The people can be very proud of what they’ve done.”

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This is among the last pieces I’ll ever write for the Bryan County News.

Friday is my last day with the paper, and come June 1 I’m headed back to my native Michigan.

I moved here in 2015 from the Great Lake State due to my wife’s job. It’s amicable, but she has since moved on to a different life in a different state, and it’s time for me to do the same.

My son Thomas, an RHHS grad as of Saturday, also is headed back to Michigan to play basketball for a small school near Ann Arbor called Concordia University. My daughter, Erin, is in law school at University of Toledo. She had already begun her college volleyball career at Lourdes University in Ohio when we moved down here and had no desire to leave the Midwest.

With both of them and the rest of my family up north, there’s no reason for me to stay here. I haven’t missed winter one bit, but I’m sure I won’t miss the sand gnats, either.

Shortly after we arrived here in 2015, I got a job in communications with a certain art school in Savannah for a few short months. It was both personally and professionally toxic and I’ll leave it at that.

In March 2016 I signed on with the Bryan County News as assistant editor and I’ve loved every minute of it. My “first” newspaper career, in the late 80s and early 90s, was great. But when I left it to work in politics and later with a free-market think tank, I never pictured myself as an ink-stained wretch again.

Like they say, never say never.

During my time here at the News, I’ve covered everything that came along. That’s one big difference between working for a weekly as opposed to a daily paper. Reporters at a daily paper have a “beat” to cover. At a weekly paper like this, you cover … life. Sports, features, government meetings, crime, fundraisers, parades, festivals, successes, failures and everything in between. Oh, and hurricanes. Two of them. I’ll take a winter blizzard over that any day.

Along the way I’ve met a lot of great people. Volunteers, business owners, pastors, students, athletes, teachers, coaches, co-workers, first responders, veterans, soldiers and yes, even some politicians.

And I learned that the same adrenalin rush from covering “breaking news” that I experienced right out of college is still just as exciting nearly 30 years later.

With as much as I’ve written about the population increase and traffic problems, at least for a few short minutes my departure means there will be one less vehicle clogging up local roads. At least until I pass three or four moving vans headed this way as I get on northbound I-95.

The hub-bub over growth here can be humorous, unintentional and ironic all at once. We often get comments on our Facebook page that go something like this: “I’ve lived here for (usually less than five years) and the growth is out of control! We need a moratorium on new construction.”

It’s like people who move into phase I of “Walden Woods” subdivision after all the trees are cleared out and then complain about trees being cut down for phase II.

Bryan County will always hold a special place in my heart and I definitely plan on visiting again someday. My hope is that my boss, Jeff Whitten (one of the best I’ve ever had), will let me continue to be part of the Pembroke Mafia Football League from afar. If the Corleone family could expand to Vegas, there’s no reason the PMFL can’t expand to Michigan.

But the main reason I want to return someday is about that traffic issue. After all, I’ll need to see it with my own eyes before I’ll believe that Highway 144 actually got widened.

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