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BC: Compiled by Julie Freudenburg Deering daughter of Ervin and Delores (Hofmann) Freudenburg August 2011

FC: Our Family History | Arthur and Clara (Volk) Freudenburg

1: Clara Ernestine Louise Volk Jan. 19, 1896 - March 12, 1981

2: Wedding Photo of Great-Grandpa & Grandma Volk August Volk (Jan. 26, 1848-Jan. 6, 1919) Anna Marie (Mary) Schoellkopf Volk (Sept. 21,1871 - June 12, 1946) Married Aug. 19, 1890

3: Back Row: Clara & George Middle Row: Esther, Bertha, Fred, Mary & Verna Front Row August, Hazel, Anna Marie & Ralph

4: Great Grandpa and Grandma Volk's Farm - where Clara grew up.

5: On the left is Sophia Schoellkopf Morisch (Clara's aunt) On the right is Anna Marie (Mary) Volk (Clara's mother) sisters - 1938 | Clara's Grandmother - Louise Diaz Schoellkopf | On the left is Anna Marie (Mary) Volk - Clara's mother On the right is Louise Diaz Schoellkopf Clara's grandmother

6: Back Row: Clara, Mary & George Front Row: Fred, Verna & Bertha | Back Row:Clara Mary Front Row: Bertha | Left person is Clara. The other two we are thinking are Mary and Bertha. | SIBLINGS

7: Left to Right: Verna, Hazel, Esther, Bertha, Clara, & Mary

8: Grand Mother | Top left photo is Ernst Freudenburg as a boy. - about 1885 Middle Photo is Ernst & Anna (Sunderman) Freudenburg 25th wedding ann. Right Photo is their 50th ann. They were married Jan. 5th, 1893 | Ernst - Feb. 2,1868 to March 16, 1943 Anna Feb. 13, 1871 to Oct. 19, 1955

9: Ernst & Anna Freudenburg Family Back Row: Walter, Oscar, Rudolph, Arthur Middle Row: Laura, Ernst, Victor, Erich, Anna, Arnold Front Row: Ottilie, Benjamin, Martha, Lydia Hilda not born yet.

10: Freudenburg Sisters Left to Right Laura F. Demmel Lydia F. Knapp Ottilie F. Baack Martha F. Schmidt Hilda F. Schmitt | Freudenburg Brothers Left to Right Arnold, Walter, Victor, Rudolph, Erich, Arthur, Benjamin & Oscar

11: Ernst & Anna Freudenburg Family Back Row: Benjamin, Arthur, Rudolph, Oscar, Walter, Erich Middle Row: Victor, Laura, Lydia, Hilda, Ottilie, Martha, Arnold Front Row: Ernst & Anna Taken in 1926.

12: Top photo - Ernst & Anna Freudenburg and Walter, Rudolph, Arthur & Oscar Middle Photo - Threshing wheat at Arthur's Uncle Henry's farm. Bottom Photo - Uncle Harlan couldn't remember for sure where this was taken or who is in the photo.

13: Hog barn on the original place where Ernst and Anna Freudenburg lived. They bought the farm in 1893. Arthur's son Uncle Harlan and Aunt DeLene (Hofmann) Freudenburg live there now and raised their six children on this farm.

14: Clara Volk and Arthur Freudenburg before they were married. May 19, 1918

15: Clara Volk and Arthur Freudenburg married December 30, 1920

16: Where Grandpa Arthur and Grandma Clara settled after they were married and raised their nine children. They settled five miles west and 1/2 mile south of Madison, NE

17: Great Grandparents | Parents | Left to Right Back Row; Richard, Norma Jean, Lyle, Elaine, Gilbert, Donald, Ervin, Harlan Front Row: Clara, Marlene, Arthur | Left to Right Back Row: Gilbert, Elaine, Donald 3rd Row: Ervin, Lyle 2nd Row: Richard, Arthur, Clara, Norma Jean, Harlan Front: Marlene approx. 1941

18: THE STUCCO HOUSE | This is the house I remember so vividly. I loved going to Grandpa and Grandma's house.

19: THE STUCCO HOUSE written by Sheryl Schmeckpeper Grandaughter of Arthur and Clara Freudenburg I never pass by a farm with a big old stucco farmhouse without wanting to stop, climb the porch steps, and let myself in. I've never lived in a stucco house. Yet such a building has forever changed my life. Stucco is the mortar that binds my past with the present; it's the substance that keeps me grounded, the plaster that molded me into the person I am. I've never lived in a stucco house. But my grandparents did. It wasn't anything fancy -- just a square two-story structure with the ususal parlor, dining room, kitchen and pantry on the main floor, three bedrooms upstairs, and a damp cellar below.

20: Planted firmly on the Nebraska prairie, the house withstood everything Mother Nature could heave its direction, including winter's bitter winds and summer's parching sun. For there's very few places on the earth where twenty degrees-below zero in the winter is as common as ninety-five degrees above in the summer. My mother and her eight siblings survived the depression in that house. They prayed for rain when it was slow in coming and watched in horror as grasshoppers gnawed their livelihood to the ground. From that house, they listened as the world went to war, cried when three of their own marched into battle and rejoiced when they all marched home again. By the time I came along, the old house had taken on a life all its own. You could almost hear it moan when the wind blew too hard. The wooden floors creaked, the steps squeaked, and the

21: windows rattled. But that didn't matter - not to me anyway. My family, including my parents, older brother and sister, and my twin sister, and I spent many weekends in that house. In the summer, my sisters and I sat on the cement steps by the side porch and husked piles of sweet corn while mom and grandma happily (or so it seemed) boiled, bagged and froze a mountain of the tiny kernels of gold -- all, that is, except for what us kids nibbled away when we were enticed inside by aroma. Even at this point in my life, I've found very little that compares with hot fresh sweet corn dripping with real butter. We always took plenty of corn home. Months later, when the world lay under a blanket of new snow, we would retrieve a bag from our freezer, heat it on the stove and be instantly taken back to the dog days of August when we were up to our knees in corn husks.

22: When we were done husking corn, we'd chase the chickens off their nests so we could retrieve their eggs and "help" grandpa carry overflowing buckets of feed to the hogs. Then we'd scour the barn in search of baby kittens that we tried to capture. If the kittens wouldn't cooperate, we'd retreat to the apple orchard and build a house of boxes and blankets among the trees' low, sagging branches. When the sun finally sank below the horizon, we captured fireflies in fruit jars and watched in amazement as their tiny lights blinked off and on. Before going to bed, we bathed as best we could in the three or four inches of water we could draw in the bathtub (water pressure in those old farm houses wasn't what it is today), then climb the stairs to the bedroom in the southwest corner of the house, lie upon clean white sheets on a sturdy iron bed and be lulled to sleep by a choir of crickets and locusts and the

23: occasional bellowing of a calf from the barnyard below. occasional bellowing of a calf from the barnyard below. Winter visits were less frequent, but just as memorable. Bundled against the wind and snow, we'd sleigh ride down the hills behind the barn and then create our own family of snow people. When we were done, we'd burst into the house leaving a trail of slush behind us, only to be welcomed with fresh "brown" bread lathered with real butter and honey and steaming cups of hot chocolate. And at night we scrambled under the covers in the unheated bedrooms, pulled our feet up under our flannel nightgowns, and shivered until our bodies warmed the sheets. By morning the bed was warm, but the room was an icebox, so we'd scurry down the steps and into the kitchen where platters of bacon and eggs and more homemade bread waited for us. As I grew older, weekend visits to the farm became more

24: infrequent. I was a teenager when my grandparents finally moved into town. Their last son - my uncle - was to be married and he was to have the home place. That was 34 years ago. The farm is still in our family, but the house is gone - a victim of progress and prosperity - as are most of the farm buildings. I wish I could go back for a day or two and relive those days when we were knee deep in corn husks. I'd catch more fireflies, gather another basket of eggs and search the barn one last time for kittens. Then I'd peel a bit of stucco from the old square house, put it in that jar that used to hold fireflies, and carry it with me for the rest of my life. This was written by Sheryl in 2002. Sheryl is the daughter of Elaine and Norman Schmeckpeper

25: The Olde Farmstead

26: When you look at your life, the greatest happinesses are family happinesses. ~Joyce Brothers | Grandparents - Clara & Arthur Marlene,Norma Jean, Richard, Harlan, Ervin approx. 1945

27: Our Ancestors | Left photo 1939 - boys with their horses Bottom photo Back Row: Elaine, Gilbert, Donald Middle Row: Lyle, Richard, Harlan, Norma Jean, Ervin Front: Marlene - approx. 1942

28: Grandparents | 50th annv. Dec. 30, 1970 | 25th annv. Dec. 20, 1945 | Arthur and Clara Freudenburg

29: Grandparents | 55th annv. Dec. 30, 1975 | 57th Annv. Dec. 30, 1977 taken Dec. 28th, 1977

30: Left to Right Harlan, Richard & Ervin | Left to Right Gilbert, Donald, Ervin, Lyle Richard & Harlan

31: When you look at your life, the greatest happinesses are family happinesses. ~Joyce Brothers | On the left is Ervin Freudenburg, Arnold Demmel getting into the car, Donald Freudenbrug and Norma Jean Freudenburg after a ball game.

32: Left to Right Back Row: Ervin, Richard, Harlan Middle Row: Marlene, Donald, Norma Jean, Elaine, Gilbert, Lyle Front Row: Arthur & Clara

33: Grandpa Arthur and the six boys. Left to Right: Grandpa Arthur, Gilbert, Donald, Ervin, Lyle, Richard, & Harlan May 3, 1956 Harlan is holding a cigar because it is the day Nancy was born

35: Photo taken at Nancy Freudenburg & Dan Scheer's wedding September 30th, 1978 Back Row: Richard, Lyle, Elnore (Lyle), Gilbert Third Row: Kenneth Greunke (Marlene) Harlan, Elaine (Richard), Ervin, Donald, Merlin Medenwaldt (Norma Jean) Second Row: Marlene, DeLene (Harlan) Delores (Ervin) Martha (Donald), Norma Jean, Elaine, Norman Schmeckpeper (Elaine).

36: Grandpa Arthur Fredirch Freudenburg 90th birthday October 19,1987 | Oct. 19,1897 - April 10,1991

37: Left to Right Back Row Lyle, Ervin, Harlan, Norma Jean, Marlene, Ellaine, Donald Front: Grandpa Arthur (93 years old) taken October 14th, 1990

38: Grandpa and the boys with their tractors. Left to Right Grandpa Arthur, Gilbert, Donald, Ervin, Lyle, Richard & Harlan Taken May 3rd, 1956

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