What started as a passion has turned into a dream.

Almost 40 years ago, Oak Hill became part of our family. It was purchased as a weekend home but quickly became much more as we poured our hearts and souls into refurbishing the barns and main home on the property. For 23 years, my mother and father transformed the 19th century, crumbling farm into a gathering place for their family and friends that rivaled no other. In 1996 my father passed away suddenly. His wish was to rest on the property which he adored. Faced with many obstacles to overcome to make this happen we worked diligently to find a way. Our prayers were answered when a knock came to the door. A member of a neighboring church, St. John’s, told us their country church needed a home The congregation had built a new church and could no longer afford to keep up the old one. The suggestion was to “Take the church and move it to your property, it will be the answer to both our prayers”. Our dream was becoming a reality. We moved St. John’s church to Oak Hill and placed my father in his final resting ground. My husband and I were the first to be married in the newly restored church and from there we’ve invited many to share in our joy and experience Oak Hill for themselves. The last ten years of our lives has been touched by the many couples who have been captivated by the magic of Oak Hill.