The
beginnings of
Rogers City, Michigan
and St. Johns Lutheran Church
Originally written in the old-style German script by Charles Horn, son
of Friedrich Christian Horn.
"Geschichte der Evangelische Luteraner St. Johannis Gemeinde in Rogers
City, Michigan", was
published by the Noellner Printing Company - Detroit, MI 12
August
1923.
Rogers City,
in Presque Isle
County, Michigan, situated between Alpena and Cheboygan on Lake Huron,
is closely connected with the origin and organization of our
Evangelical
Lutheran St. John's Church. This church is the first organized
orthodox
congregation in this county and its history is closely inter- woven
with
that of our city and county. Consequently it may now be an
unwelcome
thing to the kind reader to learn something regarding the beginning of
this settlement, and especially respecting the first winter which our
settlers
experienced.
As we
disembarked from the
steamer, Marine City, in October, 1870 on the shore of Rogers City
were;
namely, my father and mother, Friedrich and Wilhemine, my oldest
sister,
Bertha, with her two children Emma and Fred and her husband, Heinrich
ARMSTAEDT,
and I (Charles Horn), at the age of eight years (my older brother,
Robert
Julius and my sister, Anna, remained in Detroit).
The "city"
consisted of an
endless forest primeval of fir trees (white and Norway pine); only here
and there a little clearing or a small opening in the forest; a place
for
a small log-house, a tent, or for a little house erected with raw
boards.
Of such latter construction was the house which was to be our
home.
Things looked wretched and dismal in this solitude. There were no
streets,
and the next neighbor was several blocks distant in the forest.
This
was evidently so planned by the sellers of real estate so that the
dwellers
would be induced to clear a street on their own to facilitate
contacting
one another. That is actually the way the first street, the
present
First Street came into being.
Since all of
our household
goods, tools, and other belongings had safely arrived our house soon
changed
into a home. Among the belongings which arrived were a number of
chickens and a majestic rooster, who pierced the silence of the forest
every morning with his early crowing. This crowing of the rooster
and the sound made by the axes of the lumbermen were for a long time
the
only signs of human dwellings being present.
Thus several
weeks had passed
in this monotony, and we were at the end of November. The Marine
City, which had been making a weekly trip to Rogers City, also carrying
the mail, was laid up for the winter. Thus we were totally out of
touch with the outer world until spring. There was no road
leading to Alpena or Cheboygan. Nevertheless, we received our
mail
bi-weekly which a half-breed Indian delivered by dog sled. This
mail
carrier had to follow the shore of the lake from Cheboygan to Rogers
City.
It took him a week to make the trip. Along the way he had a few
small
huts for rest stations.
With
navigation suspended,
the monotony became almost unbearable, particularly for my mother,
Wilhemine,
whom I often saw with tears in her eyes, especially when father was
away.
Sunday mornings above any other time were hard to bear for
father.
He missed the sweet sound of those excellent, three bells of Trinity
Evangelical
Lutheran Church in Detroit (Pastor J. A. Huegli). We lived only a
few blacks away from the church - and the beautiful divine services
were
greatly missed. However, my father who was well versed in
Christian
doctrine and possessed a resonant and pleasing voice, held Sunday
morning
service in our home by reading sermons and leading the singing of
hymns.
He also led the daily morning and evening devotions. Beside our
own
household, the William Manthei family who came to Rogers City at the
same
time we did, also took part in the Sunday morning services.
Thus a number
of weeks had
passed, and in December the harbingers of winter were at hand.
And
it is of this first winter, 1870-1871, in Rogers City, which for a long
time was remembered by the settlers as the "famine winter" that I wish
to give the reader a brief description.
There are
only two people remaining
in this city who lived through that winter, namely the writer of these
lines (Charles Horn) and Augusta Streich who later became Mrs. Fred
Denny
Larke. But let no one think that the first settlers were
subjected
to a fate like those of Jamestown. Such a fate could have easily
come upon them, but only by the grace of God, no one died of starvation.
On her last
trip, the Marine
City brought a number of French lumbermen (French Canadians) to
Rogers City who
were more
skilled in lumbering than the Germans. With this addition, the
population
consisted of about 75 to 100 persons.
The Lumber
Company, Rogers
& Molitor, upon whom the population depended for its livelihood,
had,
in the fall, stored away an enormous amount of flour, pork, beans,
split
peas, syrup, etc. for the winter, but there was a lack of
potatoes.
The Marine City had, indeed, brought a few sacks on her return trip
from
Cheboygan, but the potatoes had frozen, tasted sweet, and were as
yellow
as a lemon. Not having a cow we had no milk or butter
whatsoever.
Since the frozen potatoes were unpalatable by themselves we cooked them
together with beans one day and with peas the next. In addition,
we had bread with syrup and black coffee. However, since our
chickens
favored us with an egg once in a while, we often had a welcome change
in
the form of lovely potato pancakes.
Thus we lived
through the severe
winter with its great amount of snow. The provisions of Rogers
&
Molitor were visibly ebbing away. Coffee and sugar were entirely
gone, while flour and pork, as well as other necessities were rationed
in small portions. With longing eyes we looked for spring and the
opening of navigation which would bring an end to our precarious
situation.
Yes, my dear reader, marvelously, the Lord God spread His protecting
hand
over us during that winter.
Just think
what could have
happened if the stock of provisions had been destroyed by a fire (a
danger
very real on that day); and we living 50 to 60 miles from the nearest
city
and no roads on which to travel, and with three to four feet of snow on
the ground! Did not the Lord God thus show His unspeakable grace
and His omnipotence to us?
However, as
when the longest
night finally comes to its end, thus also the longest winter must pass
away. It was now far into the month of April, and for some time
we
had thawing weather and south winds, which rendered the ice brittle and
drove it far out upon the lake. And one fine morning, all
unexpectedly,
we heard the loud and familiar steam whistle of the Marine City.
Everyone ran to the shore of the lake to look at a ship which had a new
supply of provisions in its hold. And sure enough, there she was
- the Marine City, painted white, and I believe that no ship ever
looked
more beautiful to the settlers than this one. She tried to make a
landing through the ice at Crawford's Quarry (Calcite), but there was
too
much ice in the bay, and so the ship had to give up the landing attempt
and turned to move toward Rogers City. But there, too, much ice
was
still present, as hard as a rock and reaching down to the very
bottom.
Consequently the ship could not make a landing, but since the weather
was
beautiful and the lake calm, the ship came to the very edge of the ice
floor and slid the mail pouch and a number of light boxes of coffee,
tea,
etc. unto the ice and left us with the promise to come back to us from
Alpena after the ice had gone, and unload the entire cargo.
After a few
days the Marine
City returned, and since the ice was gone she tied up at the dock, and
a gigantic stock of provisions was unloaded. I believe that
almost
all the inhabitants were at the dock, and their joy was great
indeed.
Herewith, I
think, I can close
my description. The spring of 1871 and the reopened navigation
brought
about a great change. The Canadian lumbermen had not remained
idle
during the winter. Great mountains of saw-logs were piled
up
near the new sawmill, and the smaller trees, were made into cord-wood
which
was piled up into almost unmeasurable rows. By this time, quite
an
opening had been made in the gigantic forest and it was possible to see
for some distance.
After a few
weeks my brother,
Robert Julius, arrived with the intention to take all of us back to
Detroit.
The way in
which the subsequent
event came to pass, and how it happened that he particularly seemed to
be called to play a part in the history of Rogers City, Presque Isle
County,
and especially in the history of our church ( of which he at that time
hardly had an inkling ), I will let him tell in his own words . . .
.
Karl
The following
is the translated
account as written in the old German script by Robert Julius Horn, the
oldest son of Friedrich Christian and Wilhemine Henrietta Horn.
In Detroit,
the Spring of 1870
began the same as former years with the exception that there was a
certain
laxity and slow-up in all branches of industry trying to establish
themselves.
The country was slowly recuperating in the wake of the Civil War.
The Reconstruction Period was just about to an end. The old
"green
backs" or "shinplasters" were taken out of circulation and silver coins
and certificates were circulated in their place. During the
course
of the summer of 1870, unemployment made itself felt in Detroit, too,
especially
in the building trade. My father, Friedrich Horn, was a carpenter
by trade and obtained only two to four days of work per week, and some
weeks, none at all. Finding work was difficult for him because of
his age, as he now was 55. Strong and active men were preferred,
which made matters difficult.
One day our
attention was directed
to an advertisement in a Detroit newspaper.
"Men
wanted: Carpenters
and others able to work in a sawmill, and in the woods: men able
to fell trees. Good Government and State homestead land available
in the vicinity of Rogers City. Please consider and be ready to
set
sail on Monday, on the Steamer Marine City, in order to make a direct
nonstop
trip from Detroit to Rogers City. Signed: Rogers and
Molitor."
My father and
I considered
the matter thoroughly and came to the conclusion that Rogers City was
the
best place for Father. So we decided that on the next Monday
evening,
my father should undertake the voyage north with the Steamer Marine
City,
which would depart at the foot of Wayne Street in Detroit. I
accompanied
him from our home to the dock and remained several hours with him,
until
he said, "Now you can leave for home, otherwise Mother will be
concerned."
We all wished Father, "God's speed" on his trip. He traveled all
alone. Another carpenter whose name escapes me, who was a member
of Pastor Huegli's congregation, and William Matheis were there as
Father
arrived safe and sound in Rogers City.
What did he
find? No
houses, with the exception of a block house for Molitor and
family.
Father and all others lived in tents. Molitor was glad that more
and more people arrived and he told Father, "Pick a lot,
build
a house; then go and get your family." Wood and boards were at
his
disposal. Father found a lot at Michigan and First, cleared the
same
and in several weeks, built a temporary dwelling, boarded inside and
outside.
The roof was the same material, rough boards in double layers.
After
three weeks, one evening, Father came back unexpectedly and greeted us
with these words, "The place is just as described, only houses
and
people are lacking. Get ready and pack up! Now! We
are
moving to Rogers City."
The message
was also sent to
my brother-in-law, Heinrich Armstaedt. He lived near Utica
Station,
in Clinton Township. He also made preparations to travel to
Rogers
City. In October 1870, Friedrich Horn returned with his wife,
Wilhemine,
his son Charles, his daughter Bertha and her husband, Heinrich
Armstaedt
and their two children, Emma and Fred. I was the only one that
remained
and stayed with my sister, Mrs. Frederick Reif. Pastor Huegli
inquired
at every opportunity concerning Father's welfare, and said:
" I'm not too anxious because of him as he will get along as long as he
clings faithfully to God's Word. Then he will also have
success...."
Now Father
and I kept up a
regular correspondence and I gave him my promise that God willing, I
would
visit them the next spring, 1871. I was twenty-two years of age
and
quite robust, and was saving money to lay aside for the future.
Since
I wished to be more proficient, I engaged in work in a carriage shop at
two dollars per ten-hour day. Food and groceries could be
obtained
at moderate prices so it was possible for me to put some money into
savings.
In June of 1871 I intended to visit my parents.
Unexpectedly,
one nice morning,
my brother-in-law, Heinrich Carl Armstaedt, appeared and painted a
horrible
picture of how the people of Rogers City were treated. There
wasn't
any money, only store orders, and necessary things to be bought were
charged
at double price. My sister, Bertha, interrupted him and
said,
"On one side there is nothing but woods and more woods and on the other
side nothing but the blue sky and water. We and the Kaedings
left,
and what did we receive for our strenuous work - a piece of trash, and
here it is!"
With that
comment, Heinrich
Armstaedt put his hand in his pocket and pulled out a check for the
amount
of $83.20. Now I said, "This is a bank draft. Have
you
tried to cash it?" "No." he said, and gave me the piece of
paper.
"Good enough," I said, "I will soon find out if the check
is
cashable or not." The check was drawn up to be paid to the bearer
and could be cashed by anybody. I took the check and handed it to
the bank clerk and received the money without protest.
Now I went
back to Heinrich
and drew the money out of my pocket. "Man, did you really get
money
for that piece of paper?" "Of course I received it, and
here
it is, count it." Heinrich did not enjoy his money for very long
because
swindlers or pick-pockets took it from his pockets while he was on a
trip
from Detroit to Utica.
Now I went to
Johann Julius
Kaeding, who had a similar story to Heinrich's about Rogers City's
adverse
conditions. I thought if conditions are really as bad as
described,
it would not be a place for my parents, so I decided to get them back
to
Detroit. I went to the bank to draw out enough cash for a return
trip, and I headed for Rogers City that very evening. Thursday evening,
I landed at the dock and my father was there expecting me.
I was at our
home but a short
time when Molitor came for a visit and I was introduced to him.
Molitor
said, "I am pleased that you came. Work is available
and you can start tomorrow. I need wagons and sleighs and more of
such vehicles, so there will be no lack of work." I answered that
I could not start immediately because I had left my work tools in
Detroit
and had to go get them. He said, "What an unnecessary
waste of time! Why did you not bring them along? Why not
return
to Detroit tomorrow, when the steamer returns from Mackinaw and get
your
tools." As Molitor left, I unloaded the tales that
Armstaedt
and Kaeding had told me. I also stated the reason I had come
back.
My father answered, "Armstaedt and Kaeding were inconsiderate in what
they
did and said. They earned good money last winter and saved quite
a bit. I think they will soon regret what they did and soon
return.
I, for my part, am satisfied and will not return. It is true that
money is scarce, store orders are the rule, but a person can obtain all
the necessities and if anyone is in need of money, you may obtain
this also. Nothing is lacking here but a church and a Christian
Day
School. Our gracious Father knows we have need of these things
and
in due time, will provide, of this I am certain....."
On the next
morning I looked
around to see the "Village." There were about 8 or 12 houses
which
were ready and occupied, one store, one boarding house for workers, one
saw mill, one public school building which my father built during that
first winter, and there was also a blacksmith shop. This was all
I saw.
My father was
quite concerned
with the spiritual welfare of the settlers. The family devotions
which were first conducted for the family were arranged to include as
many
families as possible. These devotions at times were well
attended.
Many families settled during 1871, who also came to the Reading
Services:
Rudolph Streich and family and his father, Ernest R. Papke and family,
William Erkfritz and Fred Schrepper with their families.
In the fall
of 1871, Heinrich
Armstaedt and Johann Kaeding, also returned with their families.
The greatest increase was at Belknap, which at that time was a part of
Rogers Township. Some of these were patriarch Wilhelm Klee and
some
of his sons (several were married), patriarch Johann Schlager with
sons,
and the family of Johann Bredow with four sons. They all had been
members
of St. Michael's Evangelical Lutheran Church (Missouri Synod) in
Wolcottsville,
New York. When they came to the Reading Church Service on Sunday,
the public school building was put to use.
The public
school building
was at Michigan and Second Street where the present City Hall is
located.
My father, Friedrich, also endeavored to obtain a minister from the
Lutheran
Missouri Synod who would be able to administer the Word and the
Sacrament
of the Altar, and for this purpose he got in contact with Pastor Huegli
of Detroit. In the spring of 1871, Huegli wrote that Pastor K. L.
Moll wrote and indicated that he would be here in June or
July.
Now the members were glad that they would finally receive a
minister.
In the meantime, there were a number of preachers who deluged my father
with requests to conduct trial sermons and services.
As far as I
can recollect,
he gave them all a chance to speak. Some of them were gifted
orators,
but none of them stood the test, as they were found
unprepared.
Pastor Moll
arrived in June
or July, and delivered his sermon and gave Communion. Father, at
this time, had built a new and larger house, which is still standing
today,
1923. The next day Pastor Moll was to come to Belknap and there
conduct
services and administer Holy Communion. We knew that it would be
later in the day when transportation would be brought from Belknap to
our
home, so Pastor Moll and I decided to go to Trout River and go
fishing.
We stopped by the old Beaver Dam and attempted to fish. Pastor
Moll
got rid of his coat, vest, boots and socks, and climbed on an old cedar
which had fallen across the stream. But our experience was like
that
of Peter in the Gospel, we fished but caught nothing. Confidently
now, we began to be homeward bound, and we wished ourselves better luck
for another day. The way we had come along the Trout River up
from
the bridge to the dam was long and tedious. I knew if we could go
through the woods to the Schrepper Road, then our going would be
shorter
and easier. I then made my thoughts known to Pastor Moll, who
said,
"This is O.K. with me."
We started
out and I took the
direction as good as I knew, but I had left my compass at home.
We
got deeper and deeper into the cedar swamp and no sun was shining to
lead
us. If only I would have a definite check point so I could take
the
right direction. The pastor said, "Take a look at that
tree."
"Yes," I said, "the tree has moss on one side." "That is
wonderful,
that is the north side." "If this is so, then we will soon be out
of our difficulty. We have to take a north by northeast
direction."
With my right hand I pointed out the course which we would have to
take.
If we would follow closely, we would soon be out in the clear.
From
time to time, we checked the direction by the moss on the trees and in
less than twenty minutes we reached the Schrepper Road. "Now we
are
out of the high grass. This way takes us to the bridge which we
crossed
this morning." "Since you speak of high grass," remarked
Pastor
Moll, "I'd like to have Pastor Huegli here with us. He grew
up in the prairie and would fit splendidly into this
situation."
It did not take us long before we were home and as we arrived there
Gottlieb
Hasenburg from Belknap was there also in order to take Pastor Moll with
him.
Now we ate in
a hurry because
it was already two-thirty in the afternoon. Hereupon Pastor Moll
departed so that he might reach Belknap. The conveyance consisted
of a horse and wagon with loose boards for a box, a bundle of grass for
the nag and a bundle of straw for the seat. We all wished him a
successful
trip, for we knew what must be expected. Before they arrived it
must
have been past midnight.
It pleased
Molitor that many
people congregated to hear Pastor Moll and he said to Father, "Now we
have
to see to it that we obtain our own pastor." Molitor, on his own
account, sought Pastor Huegli in order to get a pastor. "Good
morning,
Pastor Huegli, I am Albert Molitor of Rogers City. I am coming
with
the request that you provide a pastor for us. He must have
personal
fortitude to guide and lead the people, on the straight and narrow
path,
otherwise the people will pine away and become very much disheartened."
Pastor Huegli
answered,
"This matter cannot be solved so easily, as breaking a stick over the
knee.
The people must first send out a call to the desired pastor or
candidate
and then the matter will be settled."
Molitor
said, "Why bother
with a call and why run after the farmers for necessary
signatures?
This is an unnecessary waste of time. Let me tell you
something.
A letter from you to the proper authorities would bring the desired
results."
By this time Pastor Huegli had enough evidence that Molitor was of a
different
mind and spirit. Pastor Huegli concluded the conversation, with
the
idea that he would see what could be done, and Molitor left.
Before Pastor
Moll set sail
for Detroit, he gave the promise that, God willing, he would visit the
people again the coming year and serve them with the Word and
Sacraments.
His short stay here and among the people on the farms, made him quite
popular.
He was quite concerned about the spiritual well-being of the people and
about the children who were without instruction. Therefore, he
sent
a sufficient number of Bible Histories and Catechisms. In the
interim,
the parents could instruct the children sufficiently, and in the
following
year, three of them could be confirmed. The following letter,
however,
will show how the intended return visit was interrupted.
Detroit, Michigan 30 June 1872
My dear Mr.
Horn,
I hope you
are all well.
This is my ardent desire. The promise that I made to visit you
and
your people this summer, I cannot keep. We laid the cornerstone
for
our new church and this gave me much to do. I, therefore,
requested
Pastor Lemke of Roseville to visit you on my behalf. Pastor Lemke
agreed and intends to leave on the eighth of July; and on the seventh
Sunday
after Trinity, July fourteenth, he intends to hold services in Rogers
City
and also in the country. Please make it known to the farmers as
much
as possible, and I hope you will receive Pastor Lemke in the same
friendly
spirit as you received me. I would gladly have come again myself
if this had been possible. Give friendly greetings to Mr. Manthei
and family from me. Best regards to you and your dear family.
From your Brother in the Lord,
K. L. Moll
Father
notified the people
at Rogers City and Belknap that Pastor Lemke would make a
visitation.
The people were glad and thanked the Lord that He was caring for
them.
Pastor Lemke arrived in good time and began his ministry,
preached,
held preparatory (confessional) services, and administered the Lord's
Supper.
Albert Manthei was baptized and Miss Mathilda Wenzel and myself were
sponsors.
She later became my wife. Pastor Lemke also had the first
confirmation
service. The first confirmands were my brother-in-law, Gustave
Wenzel,
Augusta Streich, who is now Mrs. Larke; and Louise Potratz. After
Pastor Moll's visit these were instructed by their parents and by a man
named William Henry Buchner. This Buchner was a pastor's son,
from
Germany. He was of small stature but he had a good
voice-box!
He was a gifted speaker and a good singer. Several times he
conducted
reading lessons and delivered self-fabricated sermons. He would
have
liked to have become pastor of the flock, but in the opinion of my
father,
he was cut out more for a public school teacher than a preacher.
Because of
the stress and necessity,
the small flock of Lutherans voiced their readiness to build a church
in
Rogers City. Molitor made the offer, "I will donate the
property
and all the lumber for the building if you wish to build." Also,
God moved the unchurched and those of other faiths, so that they
supported
the work with liberal subscriptions toward the erection of a church
building.
Father was delegated by the members to go to Detroit, and elsewhere, to
see if others were interested in supporting the project with their
mites.
God blessed the endeavor. The donations amounted to seventy
dollars.
He also had occasion to visit Pastor Huegli who drew up a plan
for
a pastoral call, with the remark, "Let your son make a copy of
this
diploma and send it to candidate, Joseph A. Bohn, of Kendallville,
Indiana.
After your son has obtained subscribers who wish to be members of the
Lutheran
Church, accepting the Augsburg Confession, you, yourself send the same,
as I do not wish to give the impression that I had a part in it."
Father brought the Call with him and I carried out the orders that
Pastor
Huegli had given.
The Divine
Call to candidate
Joseph A. Bohn was drawn up and executed. The subscriptions both
here and in Belknap were gathered by Father and sent to St. Louis,
Missouri.
The call was accepted. So, God the Lord saw to it that we were
supplied
with a pastor and we could be adequately ministered unto. With
the
Word and Sacraments, and with joyful heart we could sing, "Now Thank We
All Our God." By 1873, many who were interested in the Christian
religion, had settled in Rogers City and neighboring areas. Some of
these
were Herman Hoeft, Frederick Bertram, old Father Wenzel and his sons,
Henry,
August, and Bernhard, Father Kuhlman, and his sons Max and
Leopold.
These were interested in the Lutheran Church and the number of
Lutherans
grew considerably.
From now on,
the field, ripe
for harvest, was to be undertaken by a man who was truly born to be a
missionary,
namely, Joseph Antonius Bohn, who now put in his appearance at Rogers
City.
After a few weeks, he was ordained and installed as an Evangelical
Lutheran
pastor. At his feet, the writer of these lines, sat attentively
and
listened to the precious Word of God. Also his hands of blessing were
placed
upon my head when I was confirmed. He ministered seven years
traveling
to Moltke, Belknap, Crawford's quarry (Section13) and Posen.
The following
is a translated
article by Charles Horn on Candidate Joel D. Druckenmiller - 1878:
In the two
congregations of
Rogers and Moltke, there was a real change. The advice and wish
of
Pastor Bohn, that Rogers and Moltke become one parish, now became
a reality. Moltke Township, through advertisements in German
newspapers,
made known that there was much land with hardwoods to be had at a cheap
price. This brought many settlers to that place; and the nice
thing
about it was that the majority of them were church-minded. This
gave
the congregation courage to call a pastor, Candidate J. D.
Druckenmiller.
The call was similar to the one extended some time previous to Pastor
Bohn,
namely that no fixed salary was mentioned but instead the comforting
words:
"We will provide him with earthly things so that he will not suffer any
want." This Divine Call was not very promising or encouraging,
especially
for a candidate who had just graduated and acquired an education.
The Call was accepted without opposition and so about mid-September,
the
candidate appeared on the scene, in person. Candidate
Druckenmiller
was quartered in the Horn residence as was Pastor Bohn previous to him,
and the same study and bedroom was assigned to him. The only
difference
now was that instead of Father Horn, who had moved into the country,
his
son Robert occupied the house and gave him board and room.
Candidate
Druckenmiller was soon ordained by Pastor Bohn and installed at Rogers
and Moltke.
Now began the
blessed 38 year
ministry of Pastor Druckenmiller in Presque Isle County, chiefly in the
two sister parishes of Moltke and Rogers. After a horse had been
provided for him, he also for a time, took care of the congregation in
Posen. The small Indian pony, "Tommie" by name, served faithfully
for many years and weathered many a storm and blizzard. Pastor
Joel
Druckenmiller was a man of average height with a pleasing personality
and
a
robust constitution. Except for a year when he had to seek rest
upon the advice of his physician, because of a heart ailment, he
dropped
no services during his 38 years of ministry because of illness.
During
his year of rest and recovery, the congregations were served by a "Lay
Reader" and theological students. Besides having a strong
physique,
he was gifted with a pleasing voice which was used in leading the
singing
until the congregation procured its first organ; but even then, he had
to lead.
In the year
of 1881, Pastor
Joel Druckenmiller married Miss Alma Kuhlman, daughter of Mr. Edward
Kuhlman,
one of the charter members, and a leader in the church at Rogers
City.
He was blessed with two sons and a daughter. Miss Kuhlman was a
respected
young lady in the congregation, and the fact she was selected as the
pastor's
wife brought no little joy to the members. Always modestly
dressed,
also friendly and respectful to young and old, and ready to help where
help was needed, she was a model pastor's wife. Yes, this
dear
spouse contributed much, that amid the hardships and official
duties in the
service of the
three congregations during those primitive conditions, he did not break
down completely. It seemed exceptional that the pastor was able
at
one and the same time to send two of his sons to study at the seminary
with such a scant salary. Only through the frugal management of
the
pastor's wife was this made possible. Out Dear Lord will in His
time
give her a gracious reward and adorn her with a crown of glory.
Signed,
Charles Horn
NOTE:
These translations
were made possible through the efforts of Mrs. Nina Ferdleman who
persisted
that those records of Rogers City be made available in the English
language.
The Rev. Herman Heinecke spent considerable time and effort in
translating
the accounts from the original German scripts. He hoped to convey
as closely as possible the feelings and thoughts of Charles and Robert
Horn, in the hope that we might realize the deep religious faith these
people had, which helped them in their work of building the foundation
of Roger City, Michigan.
Rev. Herman
Heinecke spent
over 50 years in the Lutheran ministry. Most of those years were
at congregation at Hawks, Posen, and Moltke. In retirement, he
served
many years as vacancy pastor and visitation pastor for the surrounding
Lutheran congregations.
Original in
possession of Don
Knopf, great-grandson of Friedrich Christian Horn, Fort
Wayne,
Indiana
Translated
Letter
of Pastor Bohn, 1923
St.
John Evangelical Lutheran Church’s First Organ and First Organist
Officers
of St. John’s Lutheran Church (Rogers City) – 1873 – 1913
First
Rogers City Village
Officers 1872
President -
Charles Pfanneschmidt
Trustees -
William Gillies,
Thomas Asquith, Charles
Whitney, Joseph
Mangold, Ernst
Papke, Pierre Decent
Treasurer -
Rudolph Streich
Clerk - G.
Davison
Street
Commissioners - Albert
Molitor, Frederick Sommers, Henry Wenzel
photo
Assessors - J.
Paul Mayer,
Friedrich Christian Horn
Marshall - Alex
Jarvis
Pound Master -
Henry Wenzel
Drain
Commissioner - John
Rich
Fire Wardens -
Joseph Vogelheim,
J. Ayott, T. A.
Baxter, George
Kitchen, F.H.
Buckner, Louis LaLong
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St.
Johannes Kirche
[ Rogers City ] founded 12 August 1873 by the following:
Rev. Joseph
Antonius Bohn
Friedrich
Christian Horn
Herman
Hoeft
Robert Julius
Horn
Henry
Armstädt
Ernst Papke
Wilhelm
Repke
Friedrich
Bertram
Rudolph
Streich
Eduard
Kuhlmann
August
Wenzel
Johann
Kaeding
Henry
Wenzel
Wilhelm
Domke
August
Radke
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