S: The Kurtz & Boltz Family Heritage
BC: Editor's Note: I had my first taste of genealogical research in Nephi, Utah at the age of 9 or 10, when I was assigned the school project of producing a simple family tree and interviewing an elderly family member. I chose my Grandpa Ribley (Paul), who delivered a fascinating phone interview all the way from Placerville, California. How I wish I could find the mini cassette tape that recorded his voice answering all of my questions about life without cars and playing kick-the-can in the streets of Lima, Ohio! (I know it's still out there somewhere, lost and forgotten in some cardboard box.) Ever since then, I have loved the idea of discovering names to fill in the spaces on our tree, wondering who those people were and what their lives were like. As an adult, I have dabbled in collecting genealogical data for about fifteen years, the past ten of which I have been working on a book to cover the ancestry of both the Kurtz and Boltz family trees as a gift to my children. I am so grateful to my parents, Don and Jeannette, and my in-laws, Nancy and Gary, for the love of our family history that they have passed on to me and for all the data and memorabilia they have shared! I moved my gathered collection to this digital book in 2009 with the hopes of sharing it on-line with anyone in our family who was interested in learning about our roots -- an undertaking which has extended four more years, as life happens. Discovering a handwritten will, a Civil War file, a two-hundred-year-old Scottish church baptismal record, or the photo of a sailing vessel that carried one of my ancestors to America has been very exciting for me as I type out the search parameters. How amazing that we can all have copies of these precious photos and documents right at our fingertips! The recent advances of digital archives and scanned historical literature have made my genealogy research much more exciting and productive, but there are still masses of information to uncover. At some point, I felt the necessity of placing realistic parameters on this particular project (or I would never finish!), so my goal here was to collect and display some pertinent information about the seven generations covered by this book...and to simply call it "enough for now." Of course, we know of many more names branching further back into history (and who knows what precious photographs are lying in a box in the house of a distant cousin!) However, beyond the people in this book, I did not include all the far-reaching generations discovered in our research because although I may have found evidence of them in census records or family trees, I do not possess any photographs or legal documents of interest for them. But there is always more to discover in this endless puzzle...and I hope that someone else develops a love of genealogical research to keep filling in the missing pieces. It is a labor of love! Valerie Kurtz San Diego, California, May 2013 (Additional generations and details are available in my online family tree: http://trees.ancestry.com/tree/41930626/family) I think that I shall never see...a finished genealogy. - Author Unknown
FC: Family Heritage | Our Kurtz & Boltz
1: Our Family Heritage Compiled in 2009-2013 by Valerie Kurtz Dedicated with love to our newest family buds, Brady Patrick and Kelsey Joy | "May all of you who have children, or children to come, store up traditions and memories for each and every one of them." – Bernadine Ribley from her own historical account written in June 1977 | Valerie and "Aunt B." playing cards, 1981
4: Brady Patrick Kurtz 2006 -
6: Brady Patrick Kurtz 2006 -
7: Kelsey Joy Kurtz 2008 -
18: need senior pic, water district, world travel, desk shot (nancy has on dresser), family
19: letter to grandkids
22: teen, adult life, germany, service, teaching etc
23: nancy's letter to grandkids
25: family, kids, grandkids
29: don's letter to grandkids | I like that Grandpa gives me attention. I like to play games with him, like War and Ticket to Ride. He's really good and he's a tough challenge. -Brady, October 2014
33: mom's letter to grandkids
34: add with B&K
37: My father was Joseph Kurtz, born in Missouri. My mother's name was Florence Bertha Kerns birthplace was Nebraska. They were married sometime in 1891 at Lincoln, Nebraska. In 1892, they came west by train stopping at Davenport, Wash. from Lincoln, Nebraska. It was here I was born Feb. 16, 1893. My parents became very close friends of George and Mary Thomas, they were my godparents. These friends farmed a large place near the city limits of Davenport. My parents owned four heads of horses harnesses, wagons etc. in Lincoln. The Thomass encouraged them to return to Lincoln and to return to Davenport in their covered wagons. Horses and equipment were in demand in Washington at that time. In the fall of 1894, they returned to Nebraska where my sister Goldie was born. In the spring of 1895, my folks gathered-up all their belongings, with Goldie only a few weeks old, they started out on the long trip west along with fourteen other wagons in this train. In late October of 1895, they stopped for the winter in Reardan. Mortgage companies had moved in after harvest, tied-up all Grams harvested hay. Those days it was all sacked and piled, header was used in cutting and stacking, after thrashing machine would finish the job. The sheriff of Lincoln County contracted dad to look after the company holdings which the sheriff had in his possession, making father a special deputy sheriff. The means of transportation was mostly saddle horses, this lasted until the spring of 1896. Weather was a bad factor. Dad developed what Doctor Waterhouse described as double pneumonia and passed away in April of 1896 at the age of 28. While living at Reardan and shortly after Dad passed away, I broke my leg. The usual factors developed. Mother worked in a Caf and later for a farmer by the name of Ernest Noble. The Davidson girls looked after me. Mother was at the Noble Farm until the harvest was completed. She returned to Reardan, staying with the Davidson Family that winter, spring. Mother knew Antone and Otis Weipert and she became acquainted with S.A. Weipert who she later married. Meantime, Antone and Otie Weipert moved to Spokane, bringing us with them. While here, I started 1st grade school at the Old Washington School. This lasted until spring, when mother and my stepfather moved to the Waukon District. Here I completed the 8th grade 12 miles to the nearest high school. There was no money or transportation. I never entered high school. | In 1905, we moved to the present home and in 1917, I entered the U.S. Army. In June of 1918, I was sent to France - World War I. Before entering the service, my very good friend, Jack Fancher had the agency here in Spokane for the Paige and National Cars and Garford lurcks. During week-ends, I used to help him demonstrate these trucks at farmers gatherings in the country in and around Spokane. On entering the Army, I listed this on my report. They grabbed me, sent me to school at Olympia, Washington. I was stationed at Fort Lewis 91st Division. Trucks were new to the Armed Forces at that time, using mostly horses and mules. The 91st tool active part in France, Belgium and were involved in three major drives. We delivered supplies to the ones on the frontlines, from the Port of Entry. Here we managed to see most of France and Belgium. During the end of the conflict, a shell exploded one night near where we had our trucks. I came out with a broken right arm. They planned on sending me to the hospital, however my stepfather mailed me a sports section of the Spokesman Review. Col. Savail dropped in one day and wanted to know who was receiving the Spokesman Review. They sent for me and I told him of my misfortune and that they planned on sending me to the hospital, but I would like to stay with my Company. He gave me my wish. Raised on a wheat ranch near Reardan which was owned by my stepfather where he used mostly horses and mules, I returned to my home after being discharged and remained there until Sept. 1, 1923. I went to work for the Lincoln Sheriff Office as a Field Deputy. Those were the days of bootlegging and rum-running as well as cattle and horse stealing. Excitement prevailed most of the eleven years I was with this office. In 1934, I went to work as a Deputy I.S. Marshal in the Easter District of Washington. Here I remained for 10 years to the day when I moved into the U.S. Probation and Parole Dept. for this same district, retiring August 31, 1963. I married Olga Larsen on March 6, 1936 in Spokane, Washington. Her home was Boyds, Washington. Her parents, Chris and Thor. Larsen lived on a small farm out of Boyds. We had two children, Garn born May 22, 1941 and Kristi born July 12, 1945. Olga passed away October 11, 1965. | Autobiographical Account by Ray E. Kurtz
40: Colville, WA Basketball Team (Olga holding ball)
42: March 6, 1936 - Ray and Olga's Wedding
43: Ray & Olga (top rt), Chris & Thora Larsen (sofa ctr), Kristi & Gary (floor rt) | .................. | .......
47: Doug's memories about his grandparents
48: 4 months old | 2 years old | High School Senior
49: with school class, 3rd row on right | Edna with family dog in front of home | Theater production (seated on rt); junior class (front, 2nd from left) | right front, as a flower girl (wedding unknown)
50: Edna shortly before marriage | With siblings Bud and Marge | Young Edna on right
51: With baby David | need photo of her with grandkids, doug's memories | Edna & John at Doug & Valerie's wedding rehearsal dinner May 1998, San Diego, CA
53: 1937 | Gordon with his Plymouth, 1932 | With son Don in 1939 & 1941 | Tot Gordon with his first Ford, circa 1917
55: With baby Don, 1940 | Little Dorothy (left) | Dorothy (right) with Bobby Scharer
56: Dorothy's Girl Scout Troop, 1950 (Niece Marie front row, third from left) | D | Dorothy in the News
57: Memories of Grandma & Grandpa Boltz When I was a girl, we would drive to Lemon Grove on holidays and vacations to visit Grandma (Dorothy) & Grandpa (Gordon) and our other relatives – Uncle Dave (Don’s cousin) & Aunt Charlene, Aunt Mary (Don’s sister) & Uncle Fred, Aunt Trudy (Don’s sister) & Uncle Lloyd, Aunt Marie (Don’s cousin) & Uncle John. Aunt Nonie (Dorothy’s sister, Eleanor) lived next door in the little house across the driveway. She was a funny old bird! Mt. Vernon was a great gathering place. All the family vehicles would line up on the grass and the house would be full of laughter and fun (and smoke, as almost all the adults smoked back then!) We would set up cones all along the long driveway path and the kids would skateboard through them like an obstacle course. I was one of the youngest cousins, so I never really could skateboard it, but I did rollerskate and ride a tricycle. Usually once a visit, the kids would all walk across the street to Miller’s Dairy (which is now a housing development called “Miller’s Ranch”) and buy ice cream cones. I remember some of the older kids popping in behind bushes and hiding from the group to scare each other. Grandma & Grandpa had a big, long extra room off the kitchen, which they called the “rumpus room.” In it there were built-in cupboards and drawers for storage, one of which was the toy drawer. All the kids knew about that drawer – it was the place to go when one wanted to play. It had some of my dad’s old wooden cars in it, as well as some old cowboy pistols, Tiddly Winks, buttons and string for making twisters (a circle of string, strung with a button, that could be wound up in the air and pulled to make the button spin and buzz), and “Dem Bones,” a clickety plastic stick game, with a string of circular “bones” that one would toss up in the air and attempt to catch on the stick). They also kept a bunch of pads of purchasing slips (with carbon paper for duplicates) in the kitchen drawer. We kids used to love to draw with those and make lots of carbon copies. A few other things I loved in Grandpa & Grandma’s house: the old-fashioned circular dialing phone with the long, white, curved handle, a board game (the only one in the house) called “Peter Pan” (which lived under the guest | bed), and a little tiny red pen holder shaped like a circular-dialing phone, which I liked to use for pretending to make phone calls. Grandpa was really good with engines and had a great garage, stocked with all sorts of greasy mechanical things, though I never really saw him working on vehicles much. He used to sit at the breakfast nook next to the kitchen counter and the standing trash can – that was his spot – and drink beer and smoke cigarettes for a lot of the day. I loved to sit across from him and play cards with him. We played “War” and “Crazy Eights” and “Go Fish” and he also taught me some solitaire games which I still play today. Grandpa usually didn’t go to church with everyone on Sunday, so it was always a special treat for me if I was allowed to stay behind and play cards with Grandpa (which I usually was). Grandma and Grandpa were both very affectionate to me when I was a child and I loved going to visit them. Once I got to go and stay with them all by myself, as my parents went away on a little vacation. I remember so many things about the trip. I was just barely five or almost five and I flew by myself for the first time. Grandma and Grandpa picked me up in their little blue Dodge. The glove compartment was made of metal and it had a couple of ladybug magnets on it that I loved to touch and hold. They quizzed me about the city where they lived and the state where we all lived. Grandma took me to the Wild Animal Park, which was only a few years old (it opened in 1972). She taught me how to make my bed, since a good guest always makes the bed in the morning, and how to sweep with a broom. I swept up all the fallen, purple jacaranda flowers that had fallen on the driveway (a task I would do many times in adulthood). I also remember playing outside by myself, gathering up all the white dandelions I could find until I had a big bouquet. I sat down thinking, “My wish is totally going to come true,” since I had so many. I closed my eyes, inhaled a deep breath, blew it out as hard as I could to blow off all the dandelion seeds . . . and then inhaled a bunch of dandelion seeds and coughed and sputtered for a few minutes until I regained my composure enough to go back inside. Grandma and Grandpa had a little dog named “Terry,” which was super sweet. Terry used to ride in the motorhome sometimes, too, when we had family camping trips. Everybody came along in those days (mostly with campers) to Lake Mead, Yuba Lake (when we lived in Utah), the River, and the desert. Into my teen years, Grandpa became pretty infirm and had difficulty getting around. He died in 1993 when I was in college. Just a few months before Doug and I were married, Grandma (Dorothy) was increasingly ill and passed away. Because Doug and I were looking for a place to live once we were married, we decided to buy the old Mt. Vernon houses (with the family’s help). We lived there for six years before moving on and we adored that property (aside from the age and the upkeep). It had so many neat little custom features. We rented the little house to our best friends, Eric and Jennie Nelson, before they were homeowners themselves – what fun we had sharing dinners, having croquet parties and luaus, and playing poker out on the grass in the summertime! It was sure hard to say good bye to that property after a lifetime of memories there. writeen by Valerie Kurtz, July 2009
59: Gordon & Dorothy's Golden Wedding Anniversary, 1984 | Clearwarer Lake, 1953
60: history letters to his mom eulogy
61: Grandpa Ribley was so speical to me.
65: Memories of Grandma & Grandpa Ribley Grandpa (Paul) and Grandma (Waldine) Ribley were extra special to me. By the time I was born, Grandpa had had a major stroke. He recovered well enough and was not left with any outward physical reminders, but everyone said that it altered him and he was never quite the same. I never knew the difference, as I thought he was the cat’s meow and just about the funniest man alive, but apparently, the wonderful qualities that made him so unique and special had been simply even more abundant before his illness. When I was a baby and my mom went back to work, Grandpa took care of me until I went to school. When I was still too small to say his name, I called him “Bumpa,” a nickname that still resurfaced for him from time to time. He and Grandma lived nearby us in Sun Valley, CA (and we in Sylmar). He taught me to play cards when I was only three – Old Maid, Go Fish, and Crazy Eights. I couldn’t even hold the cards then, but he let me spread them all out on the floor behind me. I especially remember that when he had the Old Maid, he would lift the card up halfway out of his hand, trying to get me to draw it. Mom would often come home from work to find me pushing my dolly stroller around and saying, “Shhh, don’t wake up Grandpa – he’s sleeping.” We would pick up Grandma from work sometimes at her sister Eunice’s drapery shop (Cindy’s Draperies), and take her to the hearing aid doctor (for she was severely hard of hearing). There was a magic shop next door, and Grandpa always made it a point to take me inside and check out all the wares. On our little errands through town, Grandpa would sometimes take me to a coffee shop where he knew everybody (it seemed to me), and I could order French toast and hot cocoa, which were my favorites. Grandma and Grandpa had a pool (where we all used to swim) and they lived near the Pic-N-Save, where I was allowed to choose one small toy whenever I went visiting. Grandma always had treats in her purse for us (in fact, she always had whatever one needed), especially Fruit Stripe gum with the zebra on the front. When I was five, they moved to Placerville to be closer to my Aunt Francine’s young family, but we still during holidays and summer vacations. Whenever I visited Grandma and Grandpa in Placerville, my younger cousin Chelsea would come and visit as well, and the two of us were thick as thieves. We would take hour-long baths, draw finger pictures on the back of Grandpa’s furry brown chair, and sleep in the high guest bed, which Chelsea couldn’t climb into by herself as she was small and it was so high off the ground. Grandma would make lots of yummy treats for us, and I specifically remember breakfasts of soft-boiled eggs with cut up toast squares. One of my favorite Placerville pastimes was going to the pond to feed the ducks, which we did regularly. Grandpa would fill the car with his ridiculous folk songs, “Rifle, rifle, todderiddle-ifle, rifle rifle, todderiddleee-EEE!” and “Oh, Mona!” to which Grandma would always reply, “Oh, honestly!” Chelsea and I would sometimes get down from our seats and crouch down on the floor behind the driver and passenger seats. Grandpa would say, “Oh, dear, Grandma, where have Valerie and Chelsea gone? Can you find them? Oh, no, maybe they went out the window,” and we would giggle and giggle until we were “found.” If Chelsea wasn’t around, I was allowed to sleep in between Grandma and Grandpa in their bed, but it was sometimes hard to do because of Grandpa’s horribly loud snoring. Grandma and I would shake our heads conspiratorially and giggle at the noise. Later when I was eight, we moved to Utah, but they would still visit us. Grandma would pick all the apples she could reach on the tree in our backyard, and then she proceeded to make every good apple-y things she could think of. Pie, applesauce, cinnamon applesauce, apple topping, apple crisp . . . and Grandpa would chauffeur me around to my various activities – piano lessons, orthodontist appointments, Girl Scouts, dance lessons. I remember one time he came outside where my friend Lisa and I were practicing handstands and cartwheels in the driveway. Grandpa said, “I know how to stand on my hands, too.” We were incredulous, but he insisted, and finally bent down and stepped on his own fingers. Our whole family loved to play card games and board games together. Sometimes Grandpa wasn’t very good at the games; at Thanksgiving one year, we played a game of “Killer” with cards in which candles are lit and each person gets a card. Whoever holding the ace of spades is supposed to subtly wink at the other players in order to “kill” them, but whenever Grandpa had the ace, his wink was so dramatic and pronounced that everyone knew instantly that we was the killer. I can still see him in his dark fedora, laughing at his own folly. In Pictionary, he always started by drawing a square, and then he would begin to laugh his whiny, teary, almost silent laugh, and then all he could manage was pointing at the square over and over, making little pencil dots all over the square. The end result was that his picture of “dog” would look the same as his picture of “California,” and no one could ever guess the real clue, but it was always good for a laugh. His own laugh was unique and infectious, and people still try to imitate that sound. Because of that fantastic laugh, I always wanted to show him funny TV shows or movies, but he would always end up falling asleep. I would elbow him and say, “Grandpa!” and he would snort and snuffle, “I’m awake, I’m awake.” Bill Cosby, Himself was one of Grandpa’s favorites, and would have him in stitches. He never fell asleep watching Bill Cosby! He loved to hear me play the piano no matter what I played, though “Fur Elise” was his favorite. He was always interested in all the things I was learning in school, and especially liked it when I started Spanish class as a freshman in high school, He even took it upon himself to start calling me by my Spanish name, Valeria (“Valedia”). Grandpa died of a heart attack that year, and to this day, I can still hear my dad’s voice in my mind and his exact words as he told us the sad news that sent me to my room, sobbing the whole night long. I know Grandpa wasn’t a perfect man, but he held a perfectly wonderful place in my heart and his death deeply affected me. I still miss him. Grandma never really got over his death, though she lived almost 20 years longer. She took up painting china dolls as a hobby and continued gambling the slots in Tahoe every Wednesday with her sister, Eunice. She eventually moved in with my mom and dad, and continued her baking, helping with the laundry, and smothering everyone with hugs, kisses, candy, and love. Before I was married, I always slept with her in her bed whenever I came for a visit. I never tired of letting her hold my hand in the car or listening to her tales of how she met Grandpa and the hilarious stunts he used to pull in his youth, though I was never sure how many of them were true. She rarely complained of her ailments, though she insisted on telling me often, “Never get old.” Her dementia eventually advanced until she was very altered, but we who loved her remember her as the sweet and model “Grandma” that she was. Her family was everything to her and she lived generously, always giving of herself and her belongings to those she loved. written by Valerie Kurtz. July 2009
67: would like a picture of wally with her sisters, slots, doll making - - mom? maybe dolls - valerie, maybe laura's eulogy in parts | may want to replace obit with eulogy Obituary - Waldine Lillian Ribley November 20, 1920 - August 22, 2007 On August 22, 2007, Waldine Lillian Ribley was reunited with her husband and now rests beside him in the presence of their Lord. Waldine was born in Visalia, CA. on November 20, 1920. Her family moved to Los Angeles where she met her husband, Paul. During their 49 years of marriage they raised two daughters, Jeannette and Francine. She truly was the heart of the home and loved having her family around her. She was active in her church and worked as a specialty seamstress in her sister’s drapery business. In 1979 she and Paul retired to Placerville. She was preceded in death by her husband, Paul, and sister Melonie Jennings. She is survived by her daughters and sons-in-law, Jeannette and Donald Boltz, and Francine and Michael Ward. Her surviving sisters are Anita Ralphs, Eunice Eiler and Juline Spencer. She also leaves behind seven grandchildren, Karen Lewis, Laura Holck, Gregory Boltz, Valerie Kurtz, Chelsea Ward, Donald Ward and Jonathan Ward; and seven great grandchildren, Alana Lewis, Suzanne Lewis, Matthew Holler, Paul Holck, Hayden Boltz, Hanz Boltz and Brady Kurtz. A memorial rosary will be said on September 4th at 7:00 P.M. A requiem Mass will be said at 11:00 A.M. on September 5th. Both services will be held at St. Patrick’s Church. A reception will immediately follow Mass. Remembrances may be made to the El Dorado Community Foundation or Mother Teresa Maternity Home.
70: The Joseph and Florence Kurtz family Joseph Kurtz was born in Missouri to Joseph and Paulina Kurtz, who were German immigrants. At some point in childhood or adulthood, Joseph moved to Nebraska, where he married Florence Kerns in 1891. According to an historical account written by their son, Ray, they took a train to Washington, where he (Ray) was born, but soon after they returned to Lincoln to gather their horses and belongings before settling in Washington. They traveled west with two little children (Ray and Goldie) by wagon train in 1895 and settled in Reardan, WA. Joseph was made deputy sheriff there, but because travel was mainly by horseback and the weather was inclement, Joseph became ill and died of Tuberculosis only a little over one year after arriving. Florence was later remarried to Sebastian Weipert and gave Ray and Goldie several more brothers and sisters with whom to grow up. We don't have any photographs of Joseph Kurtz - only a photo of his grave in the Reardan Cemetery, where Florence & Sebastian Weipert, Ray & Olga Kurtz, and Florence's parents, George and Keziah Kerns, are all buried. | December 12, 1891 marriage license for Joseph Kurtz and Florence Kerns Joseph Kurtz' grave in Reardan, Washington | from: http://www.stevenhouchin.com/roots/cast/aqwg05.htm Florence was a resident of Reardan, Washington for many years. Her birthplace was Kearney, Nebraska where she met and married Joseph Kurtz in 1891, Lincoln, Nebraska. In 1892, they came west by train, stopping at Davenport, Washington. Her first son, Ray Kurtz was born in Davenport, Wa. They returned to Lincoln, Neb and there her second child Goldia was born. In the spring of 1895 they gathered all their belongings and started out on the long trip west with fourteen other wagons bringing horses and equipment which was in great demand out west. They stopped in Reardan and made a modest farm and resided there until Joseph passed away in April of 1896 at the age of 28. Times were difficult with 2 small children and Florence worked at a Cafe and later for a farmer cooking for harvesters, She became acquainted with S.A. Weipert who she later married. They moved to the Waukon District and Sebastian built a lovely home and farm buildings where they remained farming and raising a family of 5 boys, Ray, Hershal, Merle,Sebastian, Roy and 5 girls, Goldia, Georgia, Edith, Alice, Hellen (twins). Sebastian died at an early age of 58. Florence stayed on the farm for sometime and then made her home in Ca. during the winters and visited with her daughters in the summers in Washington.
71: Obituary for Weipert, Florence B. (b. 1870 in MO; d. December 1959 in Spokane, WA) nee Kerns Block W2, Lot 41, Plot 3 Mrs. Florence Weipert, mother of Mrs. A.C. Patton (Alice) died Monday morning at a nursing home in Spokane. She had been ill a number of months. Last rites were held Wednesday from the Smith Funeral Home in Spokane. Interment was in the Reardan Cemetery. The Weipert family resided at Reardan for many years. Surviving Mrs. Weipert are her children, Mrs. Alice Patton, Mrs. Edith Bennet, Chewelah; Mrs. Georgia Goodman, Spokane; Mrs. Helen Conroy (twin of Mrs. Patton); Golda Barnes, both of Surfside, CA; Merle Weipert, Waukon; Hershal Weipert and Ray Kurtz, both Spokane; Roy Weipert, Arizona, Bud Weipert, Boise, Idaho; 22 grandchildren, 27 great grandchildren; one sister, Mrs. Alice Renfro, Texas; several nieces and nephews. Mrs. Weipert was a member of Starlight Chapter No 90, OES, at Reardan; past noble grand, Rebekah lodge; Waukon Grange; charter member of the American Legion Auxiliary at Reardan. [Citizen: 12-10-1959] from:wagenweb.org/lincoln/obitsreardancemuthruz.htm | The Weiperts' Farm in Spokane, Washington Florence (left) and her children
72: Chris and Thora's wedding day in Minnesota, October 22, 1900 | 50th wedding anniversary in 1950
73: Christian and Thora (front) with Olga (top left) and her siblings, Marie, Esther, Thorwald, Alma, and Christian
74: Larsen's land patent signed by President William Taft | Settlements of the early 1900s in Boyds, WA Boyd's is a community on the west bank of the Kettle River five miles north of the river's confluence with the Columbia River in eastern Ferry County. In the late 1930s, it was moved from its original site when the area was flooded by a lake created in the construction of Grand Coulee Dam. It was named for Adam Boyd, an early settler who operated a trading post. (From Tacoma Public Library Washington Place Name Database [S.8;T.37N;R37E]) | Excerpts from a description of the Larsen House (Author Unknown) The house was built about 1910 by Christian Larsen. The Larsens had homesteaded on Deadman Creek in 1906. Their original homestead was just west of this particular farm. This plot had been originally homesteaded by Walter Ebbinghausen in 1906. Mr. Ebbinghausen had built, and lived in, the required 14’ x 16’ log cabin which was mandated under the homestead laws. Mr. Ebbinghausen died of appendicitis about 1912. The Larsens then bought his homestead, moved there and built this beautiful house. It was a large house, comprising of five bedrooms, a large kitchen, and spacious front room. The exterior was grand looking, with white painted wood siding, accented with green colored trim. Two dormer windows projected from the roof along the front of the house. A large lawn skirted the front and side of the house, and shade trees protected the house and added beauty. On at least one occasion, the southeast bedroom was cleared of furniture and the Larsens hosted a neighborhood dance! The older Larsen girls liked to teach the neighbor children the jitter-bug! Several of the area men played musical instruments. Chris Larsen and Lloyd Fleck both played the violin, and Curly Graves played the banjo. Directly behind the house, was the milk house. Further along sat the chicken house and barn, and corrals. A bit behind, and north of the house, on a sloping hillside, sat the original homestead log cabin. Alfalfa fields practically surround the house. One lay directly in front of the house, on the east side, and along the south slope, and another lay further back behind the barn to the north. The Larsens lived on their ranch till 19??, raising 6 of their own children and two nephews[(sons of Andrew Balkin].
75: From "Kettle River Country" by Ruth Lakin, reprinted 2007 by the Northeastern Washington Genealogical Society, p. 235-243
76: A Personal Narrative by Chris Larsen This dream and what led up to it is a true story, which happened in my boyhood days in Norway. It was the cause of much worry to my parents, as I would wake up at night crying and trembling. Mother would try to quiet me; her tears running down her cheeks. My resentment against the man whom I blamed for all this trouble took years to forget. After a heart attack last winter, the Doctor ordered me to bed and said to stay there if I expected to live. That night, I lived over again the dream and the causes leading up to it as vividly realistic as it when it happened years ago. I woke up with a terrible pain in my heart and the perspiration damp on my forehead. It was a lovely day in May, flowers blooming, birds singing, and one feeling you was glad to be alive. Mother and I were on our way to church to see and hear our new minister for the first time. The church was packed. Mother and I had some trouble getting a seat, but found one on the first bench under the pulpit. The organ was playing softly when the pastor came walking slowly towards the pulpit in his long robe. Ha looked like a giant to me. When the singing started, I was right there. I had a good voice and was singing as loud as I could, until mother whispered not so loud, son. After singing, I got busy looking around at the people; I never had seen so many in churches before. I was not paying any attention to the sermon. Then, BANG! his hand hit the pulpit and it made me almost jump out of my seat. His arms were waving and his loud voice made me nudge mother and ask her what he was mad about. I could see no reason for acting like that unless he was mad about something. I heard him mention “Hell,” “Pit,” and “Fire.” They meant nothing to me, but when he started to tell about the Devil and what he would do to us if we did not change our wars, it made me move closer to mother. I had seen a picture of that fellow, with his funny feet, long horns, and long tail, always carrying a pitchfork on his shoulder. The preacher had my full attention after that! He was telling us, if we did not change our ways, and be good, we would all land in that Pit and burn. I could not see any reason why a little fellow like me, who did not know how he ever got on this sinful earth, should be thrown into that terrible Pit and burned to death. I may have stolen some of mother’s cookies or told her a lie, but I meant no harm and would never do it again. As he kept on telling about the punishment we would go through, my head started to feel like a lot of bugs were crawling through my hair. I looked around to see how the other kids took it, but most of them were asleep. I noticed the older people were twisting around on their seat like their seat was getting hot, and some of them had a funny look on their faces. I was wishing I could get out of the church, but I knew mother would not let me go before it was over. The preacher finally stopped and the singing commenced. Mother wanted to know why I did not sing. I had a stomach ache and was going to tell her so, but caught myself in time, as I remembered the dose of castor oil I would sure get when I got home. I hated that stuff, so I told her I did not feel well. I got out of the church before mother did. The kids were running around the church playing and I joined in the fun. Coming around a corner, I collided with another boy; his cap was knocked off; it landed in the mud, which made him mad and he hit me on the nose. I hit him back and then we did have it hot and heavy. I smeared his face with mud and he done the same to me. A man came running over, grabbed us by the neck and lifted us onto our feet. “You ought to be ashamed of yourselves; come right out of the church and start fighting.” Looking at us, he started to laugh and said: “You sure are some nice looking birds! Wait till your mothers see you. Oh, here they come,” and he beat it. Gee, were they mad! They grabbed us by the ear and headed us for home. Going home, I realized what an awful mess I was in, the worst in my eight years of life. Lucky for me that Dad was not there. Here I had humiliated Dad and Mother, not to mention myself, right in front of the whole congregation. I almost felt like crying, it made me shiver when I thought of Dad finding out. Dad was a firm believer in “spare the rod and you spoil the son.” I must get mother to promise not to tell him about it, but every time I asked her, she would look at me and tell me to shut up. One thing that cheered me up was, I always made it my business to see to it that there was not a stick or switch laying around in the woodshed long enough to be used on my hind end. I would take them and cur them up in three inch pieces. If he could not find anything, he would use his bare hand, and that did not hurt me a bit, but would hurt his hand a lot more than it would hurt my tough bottom. Father always expected me to do a lot of yelling going through the operation, so I always accommodated him by putting on a good performance. The louder I could holler, the less pain for us both. It took mother nearly an hour to get me cleaned up good enough to get me to bed. I hated to go to bed that early but that was to be my punishment. I still had to get her to promise not to tell dad, so when I kissed her goodnight, I whispered, “Mother, dear, you won’t tell dad, till you?” She looked at me, squeezed me, and said: “Go to sleep.” I knew then I had won the battle. I wished that I could handle father like I could mother. My prayers for a quiet and peaceful sleep must not have been heard by the good Lord, because that night I had a dream that haunted my sleep for weeks afterwards and took months to forget. I was walking through a beautiful forest, picking flowers, watching and listening to the birds singing. As I kept on walking, I heard a funny noise. The noise got louder and louder. Topping a small hill, I suddenly stood at the edge of a great big hole or pit, the bottom of which was covered with fire; great clouds of smoke were rolling out; a fearful sight met my eyes. In that fire were thousands of naked men and women jumping up and down, some praying, others cursing, all screaming for water. I was petrified with horror. I wanted to run but I could not move my legs. Then I heard a voice behind me. Turning my head I saw what I thought was the minister coming running towards me. Thinking he was after me, to throw me in that pit, it broke the spell. With a scream, I started to run and how I did run! I could hear and feel that he was gaining on me. Then he grabbed me. I screamed and kicked. Next thing I knew, I felt someone was shaking me, and a voice that sounded far off, was saying: "Wake up, dear, oh
77: wake up.” Opening my eyes, I saw mother’s scared white face and dad standing by my bed. “Gee it is you, mother,” I cried, “I thought it was that terrible man.” I was trembling like a leaf and my clothes were wet with perspiration. Mother told me often that I had a bad dream, after I told her all about it, but I could not make myself believe it was just a dream. Everything was so vividly realistic, that it made me tremble just thinking about it. There I was in my bed in my damp nightshirt, however I am sure I did not have my nightshirt on when I was running away from that man. They finally got me quieted down and with mother’s hand in mine and her softly singing, I went to sleep wishing for Topsy, my dog. I did not wake up before almost noon. They kept me home from school that day and at supper time that evening, dad said: “I hope you and Topsy did not get too rough on that poor man last night.” “What do you mean, dad? I did not have Topsy along.” “Don’t you remember, son, I put you to bed again. Mother and I heard a queer noise in your room, so we went in to see. There you were jumping up and down in your bed, sicking Topsy; telling her to bite him. I got you down in bed again, and you were patting me on the top of the head, mumbling ‘good old Topsy, good enough for him.’” I could not remember a thing about it; “Are you sure you did not dream that, dad?” I couldn’t see how I could forget that in such a short time. Dad said I don’t believe it was the minister that was chasing you. He is so good and king, not at all the kind of a man to try to scare a little kid almost to death. “You did not see his face, did you?” “No I did not, but it looked like him. Who else could it be?” Mother spoke up quickly: “Oh, let us all forget about it; it was only a dream.” Yes, mother is right: it was a dream, but who was it that chased me? The mere thought of him made me shudder and wonder – maybe it was only a dream. . . . . . Our Pastor’s Reformation . . . . . He had changed a good deal during the nine years since as a little boy I first saw him and heard his first sermon, the sermon which through my child’s imagination, caused the dream, which was the cause of my dislike and awe towards him. I had just finished the grade school and was now ready to enroll as a member in the minister’s Confirmation Class for that year. It was with a feeling of apprehension that I met him in the church basement. There were nine boys and seven girls in the class, all between sixteen and eighteen years old. All of them seemed to be at east towards the pastor but me. It was nearly a month before I got over my silly feeling towards him, but his ready smile and good fellowship gradually made me one of his most ardent admirers. We all felt that we would do anything to please him, and we could see that he appreciated it. It was not long before I noticed that he favored me a little more than the rest of the students. At first I felt flattered, but I could not understand why he did. I was not any smarter or a better student than any of the others. When the boys started to call me the preacher’s pet, and the girls, except Martha, who was the smartest and prettiest girl of them all, (she always took my part), I did not like their attitude towards me, but there was nothing I could do about it. On day, he asked me to name the twelve apostles. I remembered the names of eight of them, but for the life of me, I could not think of the names of the other four. The boys were laughing at me, behind the preacher’s back. Martha was going through all kinds of motions with her hands and mouth, trying to help me out with the names, but I was getting mad and paid no attention to her. Why should he always pick on me? So I said: “What difference does it make if I don’t know all their names; they have been dead for hundreds of years?” He got up from his chair, put his hand under my chin, making me look him in the eyes, and said: “My boy, yes, their bodies are now dust, but next to their beloved Teacher and Master Jesus, they were the greatest men that ever lived. They were only simple fishermen, but their deeds and teaching will never perish from the earth. They were chosen by God to preach the love and forgiveness that Jesus died for that you and I could be saved.” Turning to the class, he said: “You will all learn their names by heart.” With a choking voice, I said: “Yes.” A month later, he made us all tell him their names, which we all did without any trouble. Confirmation day was a mile stone in our young lives; the door opening to a full adult membership in the church. We were standing in front of the altar, all dressed in our new clothes, a little nervous, facing that large crowd, but we had studied hard and were well prepared to answer all his questions, which we all did with a loud and clear voice so everyone in church could hear and understand. We could see by the expression on the pastor’s face that he was pleased and it made us happy too. What a different sermon he preached that day – from the one I remembered long ago! I could feel and understand he had some to know through Jesus’s love and compassion, not through threats and revenge, can or will we be saved. I felt as though I should get down on my knees and ask the pastor to forgive me for all bad thoughts and bad opinions I had held against him all these years.
78: Arthur at the Ellison Bay, WI school house, circa 1899 top row, 5th from left (brother Walter 3rd from left) (tall boys) | 1894 vaccination record 1895 reading certificate | Door County Advocate 1908
79: Basketball team, Arthur top center | Arthur and son John | World War I draft card | with son John and 2nd wife, Kathleen | Arthur with his siblings (L to R): Mae Metcalf Donovan Walter Ruckert Arthur Ruckert Gertrude Ruckert Ella Ruckert Newman Abbie Ruckert Kremers
80: Arthur at the Ellison Bay, WI school house, circa 1899 top row, 5th from left (brother Walter 3rd from left) (tall boys) | 1894 vaccination record 1895 reading certificate | Door County Advocate 1908
81: Basketball team, Arthur top center | Arthur and son John | World War I draft card | with son John and 2nd wife, Kathleen | Arthur with his siblings (L to R): Mae Metcalf Donovan Walter Ruckert Arthur Ruckert Gertrude Ruckert Ella Ruckert Newman Abbie Ruckert Kremers
82: Gertrude on her wedding day | with baby John, 3 months handwritten note on reverse
84: Door County Advocate Feb 9, 1917 & Jan 10, 1919 | Letter from Arthur to father Charles, detailing the 1919 Halifax explosion, which happened only two miles from his ship
85: 1917 letter from Gertrude to Arthur's sister, May, announcing her pregnancy
86: Edward N. Thomas 1885 - unknown (notes say have deathcert?) | Edward on left | Edward & Edna's wedding, Chicago 1914
87: Baby Edna | Sisters Edna, Eleana, & Margaret | Holding granddaughter Nancy Ruckert, 1944
88: 1920 census Edward G. Boltz (widower) living with his children and mother-in-law, Anna Stewart | Cleveland Plain Dealer | marriage record for Edward G. Boltz and Eleanor E. Stewart | 1891 Cleveland Directory
89: Biographies of Frederick W. Boltz (Edward's brother), which mention Edward and his parents and grandparents | from A History of Cleveland and Its Environs, vol. III published 1918, Lewis Publishing Co., Chicago and New York | from Memorial Record of the County of Cuyahoga and the City of Cleveland, Ohio, 1984, Lewis Publishing Co., Chicago
90: William with his siblings, Josephine, Simon (Sam), Elizabeth, and John | Tijuana racetrack: Mame, William, Elizabeth, Lottie, Jo, Sue, Sam, and friends | John, Jospehine, Elizabeth, William, Sam, Jack | William's 1879 baptismal certificate
91: with grandson Don Boltz | William and Susanna with baby Don Boltz 1939 | William's shop in Cleveland | modern day site of William's shop, 2013 | William's WWI draft card
92: Susanna's Aunt Agnes, sister Betty, Susanna, and sister-in-law Jo "what well-dressed women wore" | Susanna with children Norbert, Bill, and Eleanor | Daughter Eleanor (19), William (49), Sue (48), and son Norbert (26), leaving for California, 1928
93: A History of William & Susanna DeHoff William A. DeHoff (born Oct. 6, 1879) and Susanna Horten (born Feb. 16, 1880) were both horn in Cleveland. They met at a picnic. A friend, Jake Emling who was also a friend of Will, tood Addie Kester and Susanna for a boat ride. After this there were a number of picnics and doings where they dated and two dances in the next two weeks. They went together a little more than a year. They were married Sept. 24, 1901. Will worked at Tyler Wire Works. They lived on E 34ths St. near his parents. They bought a confectionery store on Central Avenue. Norbert Hubert was born July 12, 1902. About 1908 they traded for another confectionery store on E 71st St & Superior Ave. and lived in a flat above this store where Eleanore Barbara arrived Nov. 29, 1909; William Edward on April 8, 1912, and Dorothy Mary on March 12, 1915. In 1916 they sold the confectionery store and William took a job at White Sewing Machine Company and they lived on Rocky River Drive south of Lorain St. In 1917 another move on Rocky River Drive north of Lorain St. near the Poor Clares Convent. 1918 moved to a new home on Melbourne Ave. In 1920 they bought the Wade Ave. property from Grandmother Horten. They moved into a single house and had three rentals (1 large house with 3 rentals upstairs, downstairs, and a small rental in the rear). In 1921 they bought a 20-acre farm from Colette & Jim Burns in Perry, Ohio. They moved from the farm in 1925 to Lorain St. in Fairview Village with Aunt Lizzie & Maurice Schwartz and Grandmother Horten. In 1926 they moved back to Wade Ave. In 1933 Susanna came to Lemon Grove, California to take care of her brother Peter while he was sick. Eleanore came to California with Susanna. Willian and Bill (William E.) came to California in Sept. 1934. Norbert & Agnes & Norbert Jr. arrived in California early in 1935 and Gordon & Dorothy in the fall of 1936. Peter died in 1939, leaving his property to Susanna. William & Susanna were the last of their generation to live. They celebrated their golden wedding anniversary Sept. 24, 1951. William died Sept. 19, 1960 at 80, the oldest of his family at his death. Susanna died June 19, 1970 at 90, the oldest of her family at her death, except for her mother who died at 92 in 1931. written by Dorothy DeHoff Boltz, William and Susanna's daughter | 1901 marriage record for William and Susanna
94: Frank's WWI draft card
95: Elizabeth with her children: Mary, Paul, Adrian, Ruth, Robert, & Berdu | Elizabeth with Paul and Waldine Ribley at Rose & Floyd Baker's | Elizabeth with great-granddaughter, Valerie (rt) and friend Tina, Los Angeles, 1981 | 1898
96: Frank Ribley and Elizabeth Brown were married at Lima, Ohio on January 19, 1901 and were the first couple married in the newly established parish of St. Johns. When Frank died in 1922 he was the last person buried out of the old church basement just before the services were moved upstairs to the new church. Dad (Frank Peter Ribley) worked for the Lake Erie & Western Railroad (Now the Norfolk & Western) as a Car Inspector. We lived on St. Johns Ave close to the corner of Vine and St. Johns. Around the corner was Lockhead’s Meat Market where we got our meat. Also right by the door was a barrel of sauerkraut and we would grad a handful and run out, or we would steal a big sour pickle from the pickle barrel, all of which no doubt went on our bill double. Once Dad caught the old man weighing his thumb along with the meat Dad was buying, and Dad told him he wasn’t buying his thumb and get it off the scale. We lived next door to Murhpy’s and our back yard slanted down, so in the winter Mrs. Murphy and mom would make a slide from the top of the “hill” and go down by the icy slide in a big dish pan – of course we had a sled but the pan was more fun. When a circus came to town Dad would take us to the circus grounds on N. Main and Robb Ave and we would watch the parade form and return, visit the mess tent, and see all the background sights, all of which was better than going to the circus itself which we couldn’t afford anyhow. In the year 1913 there was a flood, and the Ottawa River (Hawg Creek) was almost up to the bridge. Patricia and I coaxed Bob to take us to the bridge to see the high water, and we even got daring and stood on the bridge. When we got home Bob got a licking for taking us there. Pat always said we should have gotten a licking too as we coaxed him into taking us. In the double house next door lived a family named Stumm, who had a boy Charley. We never said he was colored, only that he was kinda dark but he was great fun. One summer the other side of the house was rented to a theatrical couple and their small daughter. They belonged to a summer stock company and were playing in “Uncle Tom’s Cabin” for the summer at the Faurot Theatre downtown. The little girl played Little Eva. We decided to do the play in our shed, which had a half second floor reached only by a ladder. Charley Stumm, begin dark complected, was naturally Topsy. The little girl was Little Eva, while Bob and the Quillen boys, George and Heinie, and Karl Munch completed the cast. Adrian, Patricia, Gladys Munch and I were the audience. When it came time for Little Eva to die and go to heaven, with the audience sitting there crying, the boys on the second floor were to hoist Little Eva up to heaven by rope and pulley. However, the pulley got stuck and Little Eva was suspended in air, arms and legs flying around, and she screaming and crying until her father was summoned from next door and serenely got her down—no problem. End of play. The poor little thing never did make it to heaven. We had great snows which came in October and lasted until April – we built forts and igloos and had great fun. On Vine St. beside the railroad was a big empty building called the White Elephant which was supposed to be haunted. Right beside it was a big hill where we would defy the ghosts and bring our sleds to belly buster down the hill. Some of the sleds would hold as many as six kids all screaming to be in front. From St. Johns Ave we moved to Forest Ave, just down the street from Grandma Brown. We lived behind three saloons over on Main St. and there was a field with billboards along the railroad track. Geiger’s Saloon was next to the railroad, and they had built a beer garden in the rear with a high board fence. We had a small shed in our back yard and we would get up on the shed roof and see over the fence and watch the parties. We could always find empty whiskey bottles behind the billboards, which we would gather and wash in a tub of water. Then the boys would go to the front door of the saloon and we girls would stay at the back door. The saloon keeper would give the boys 3 for the big bottles and 1 for the small ones and then throw the bottles out the back door where he knew we were waiting. We would gather them up and go to the next one and sell them all over again. Of course the guys all knew us and what the last one did with the bottles we never did find out. The Baumgardner girls’ father had a barber shop on Second St. and he would give us 2 for each cuspidor we cleaned. Ugh! He also made horseradish which we tried to sell for him but with little success. All that time coal was hard to get and was very expensive. The B&O coal freights would slow down at the Main St. crossing where they knew the kids would be waiting with burlap sacks. The boys would scramble up on the coal cars and throw the coal off and we would stuff it in the bags. When we all had the bags full the boys would motion to the Engineer that we had our coal and he would speed up. | A History of the Frank Ribley & Elizabeth Brown Family
97: When Paul was about 3 he used to sing with the Salvation Army down on the corner of Second and Forest Ave. One Sunday he had just sung “When the Battle’s Over We Shall Wear a Crown,” came home and said he didn’t feel good. We almost lost him as he was very sick and had it not been for Mom he never would have made it. He didn’t know her half the time, and she sat beside his bed for days and nights and never had her clothes off. He was allowed to eat nothing but mutton broth, and he would claw the wall begging for a piece of lasses bread “just this big.” After he got better we moved to Second St. - - -- - - Dad was sent to Michigan City, Ind. to work on cars at the Haskell & Barker plant, but on his return to Lima he was laid off. By that time there were six of us kids and another one on the way. Billy was born on March 12, 1922 but only lived a day, and Mom was laid up for quite a while. Dad worried about his job and his family, and on June 7, 1922 he died suddenly of a cerebral hemorrhage. As mom had been so ill the neighbors thought it was her who had died. In those days there were no funeral homes—everything was done at the house, even the embalming. Dad was buried on June 9th and on June 19th I graduated from high school. They didn’t have four years of high school, only two years of commercial high. Bob was working at the railroad, and after, I got a job at the News Gazette where I was a printer’s devil doing odd jobs, then to Garford Motor Truck and then to Nickel Plate Railroad where I worked for 42 years before retiring. We had a lot of rough times but Mom held us together. Ade played violin in an orchestra, and Paul played uke and guitar in another group, and when the two groups came to our house to practice, all the kids would gather here and roll up the rug and dance. We had great times, too, big family picnics and trips. I remember we used to go up to O’Connor’s Landing where we had a cottage, and Uncle Eddie had just learned to drive. Uncle Clarence and Bob would keep Uncle Eddie’s car between theirs so he wouldn’t wander off some place. We usually rode on the running boards of Uncle Clarence’s car. This particular Sunday we arrived at the Landing and Uncle Eddie didn’t show up. Finally here he came and he didn’t know how to stop the car. Here he was driving around and around this one tree and everybody screaming at him and he yelled, “How do you shut this darn thing off?” Finally Bob jumped on the running board and turned it off. The men caught a great big turtle and killed it for Grandma Brown to make turtle soup. We had to borrow all the pans from the hotel and Grandma put everything in the soup except the kitchen stove, and there was enough soup for everybody on the island. We had an old boat the leaked, and we would all pile in and start rocking it until it filled with water and everybody would make a dash to get out before it sank for the umpteenth time. Our house used to be like Grand Central Station as we always had visitors in and out, or people living with us, like the girl Maggie O’Connor, who was to stay a couple nights until she could find a place and she stayed a year and a half. At the time Gene Sanders moved his family to Calif., but his mother, Aunt Louise, wouldn’t go and she moved in with us, and so on. But we survived it all and the kids moved out to start families of their own while Mom and I kept the home fires burning. Excerpts from an historical account by Bernadine Ribley (my grandpa Paul’s sister and my Great “Aunt B.”) - 1977 | 1938 with son Paul | 1938 with sister Rose | 1938 Bill Baker, Wally, Paul, Elizabeth, Floyd & Rose in Laguna Beach | 1953 Age 71
98: Bob, Berny, Adrian, Elizabeth, Frank, and Paul on St. Johns Ave | The Ribleys - Ade, Lawrence, Robert, Berdu, Eliz, and Paul, shortly after Paul was ill | 1906 Lima City Directory | The Frank and Elizabeth Ribley family living in Lima, Ohio, 1920 census
99: Elizabeth's 100th birthday and Ribley Family Reunion Lima, Ohio, 1982 | Jeannette Ribley Boltz (Elizabeth's granddaughter) and family | Valerie and cousin Chelsea with Great-Grandma Ribley as she cuts her birthday cake
100: 1921 Certificate of Naturalization | Julias Krenn
101: Amelia made the trip to the United States from Austria without any family members accompanying or supporting her. This passenger list from the SS Finland from Antwerp, Belgium to Ellis Island, New York, shows her arriving on October 11, 1913. She continued on to Pittsburgh to stay with her sister, Louise Zotter. | Little Jeannette Ribley with her two grandmothers, Elizabeth Ribley (left) and Amelia Krenn (right) circa 1946 | 1920 census showing Julias and Amelia Krenn living in Visalia, California | Built by W. Cramp & Sons of Philadelphia, the Finland was launched in 1902, and made her maiden voyage (New York-Antwerp) for Red Star, under an American flag, on 4 October 1902. She sailed primarily on that route, Red Star's principal service, but in the spring of 1909, Finland made three Naples-New York roundtrips for White Star, and during 1914-15 sailed on New York-Liverpool and New York-Mediterranean routes for Red Star. Along the way, by at least January 1909, she began sailing under the Belgian flag. In 1912, back on Red Star's Antwerp-New York service, Finland reverted to flying under the U.S. flag. In April 1915, she was chartered to Panama Pacific for six months, on a New York-Panama Canal-San Francisco route. She returned to IMM service -- International Mercantile Marine Co. owned Red Star, White Star and a number of other lines -- and was placed on the American Line's New York-London and New York-Liverpool services until she was taken over as a U.S. troopship in 1917. Although she was torpedoed off France in 1917, Finland survived both that attack and the rest of the war, and returned to service in 1920. She ran on Red Star's Antwerp-New York route and American's New York-Plymouth-Hamburg route before being sold to Panama Pacific in November 1923. The Finland was scrapped in 1928. Photo and information source: http://www.flora-and-sam.com/pages/ImmigrationShips.htm#finland
102: Memories of the Julias & Amelia Krenn family (excerpts as recorded from a phone interview by Jeannette Ribley Boltz with her aunt Anita Krenn Ralphs, John & Anna's granddaughter, April 2013 [Julias and Amelia] came [to the United States] separately. Grandpa [Julias] came with his mother and dad and his two sisters when he was ten years old to the United States... My parents could speak,..[Julias] especially,...[English and German] fluently—he didn’t even hardly have an accent, ‘cause he’d been here since he was ten years old. But Mother didn’t come over here until she was twenty-one. And then they met and they were married when they were twenty-five. They were both the same age—Dad was one month older than [Mom]... Most of [Amelia’s family] are still in...Austria. There were seven—eight—children in her family. The first one was a boy, a brother, and he was killed in World War I. The oldest sister came [to the United States] first, Aunt Louise, and she lived back east in Pennsylvania. And they had one bakery shop to begin with...then they had three. And of course, coming from other there, they had some excellent baked goods. I had met Aunt Louise a couple of times. She’d come out here. She used to go to...Aunt Mary’s quite a bit. And then Aunt Mary got married in Austria. Her and Uncle Pete got married there and then Mother was here, so she came over here. But you see, Mother wasn’t really raised at home by her mother and dad. Her mother had a sister that was.alone. I don’t know if she was a widow or what. Anyway she lived alone and worked on a small farm or something, and she had no children. So my grandmother [Mary Binder] let her have two of her children to go live with her. Mother [Amelia] was one of them. The other one was one of the younger sisters...but she was [not a nice person.] She wouldn’t let them have any butter. She’d put it in the cellar. It would sit down there and get rancid but they wouldn’t dare eat it! That was in Austria. And then Mother really got mad—you know, she had a little temper, that grandmother of yours—she could be feistyshe got mad at her aunt and she tried to talk her younger sister to [leaving] with her, and she went to Vienna and got herself a job. And it was just in a home somewhere, but that’s where she was. She saved every dime of money she had so that she could buy a ticket to come to the United States. That’s how she got over here. But she didn’t have a passport, just a ticket! She met this older lady—well,...she was thirty—but Mother was only twenty or twenty-one. And she talked to her and that lady said, “Well, I’ve been to the United States and came back. I’m going back again, so if you want to go, you can come with me. I’ll show you how to get over there.” And what they do – they get the boat ticket and pay for that. And you had to stand in line to get the ticket and then from that line, you went to the other line to show your passport. Well, what they did, instead of going over to the other line, they went to the restroom. And from then, when they came out of the restroom, they were coming back and getting in line, they just bypassed the whole thing and got in the line that went on the boat. That’s how they got here. [Amelia] couldn’t speak a word of English... She got off the boat and she had to get on a train to go to Pittsburg, Pennsylvania. That’s where her older sister was,...and she hadn’t even told her she was coming! But she managed to get on that train and when she got on there, it was full of college kids and she had a ball! She was five foot tall and she weighed a hundred and five. Here she was, this little tiny lady... She was happy-go-lucky, like Juline.
103: Even though she couldn’t speak English, she got by fine. They helped here, where she had to get off and everything. I guess she had had Aunt Louise’s address on a paper, and when she got off the train, she went to a cab and showed it to him, and of course, he knew the city, so he took her to their place, and she stood out front and rang the doorbell and Aunt Louis opened the door and she said, “Oh, my God!” Like I said, she didn’t know she was coming! . . . [In the 1920’s, Visalia] was a little town, and we lived way out in the country on a fruit ranch. Dad [Julias] had...20 acres there, and then later on he had another 20 acres down the road... And we had a big dehydrator where they dried fruit. They started drying early in the spring and they’d dry clear till fall. The last thing they’d dry is olives. Most of this was sent to Europe. And then the Depression come. Then Europe...couldn’t afford to buy it, so there was no market for it to speak of, so it made that go under. We also had an irrigation ditch. [Dad] got a well coming up, drawing the water out of the underground...up into the ditch, it irrigated our whole property... [There was a] mixed fruit orchard for Mother for her canning, and in front of that was a vegetable garden, and then this ditch was just beyond that, and beyond that was a hay field. Dad grew alfalfa for the animals we had,...a cow, and I can remember having a horse and pigs and chickens and ducks and turkeys... Granddad’s [Julias’] mother and father [John and Anna] told him, “The only way you can make money and support a family is to be on a farm or a ranch.” ...It shouldn’t have been his cup of tea, because I can’t ever hardly remember him in anything but a suit! Even when I was a kid...he always wore a suit and a tie... He had a good education... He had a degree in engineering [from Heald College]. And I don’t know if it was mechanical or electrical, either. But he did both of them excellent. He knew how to fix a car without any problem. And he knew how to do it, but doing it was the problem, with his body. I can remember one time we lived down there – Atwater District—[they] lived there in that duplex—well, anyway, he’d run the car up over the curb, one side of it, so he could get under it and work on something underneath. I can remember that time, but by then I was grown. But I guess he fixed everything on ranch that needed to be fixed mechanically, or anything else that had a problem. Naturally we had lots of company with the five of us [girls], so we’d play outside. Sometimes we’d do things we shouldn’t, like there was a little railroad track that had flat cars that went on these tracks that carried the trays into the dehydrator and of course, in the winter time, that wasn’t being used, so we’d get on there and play. Then we’d get scolded because [Mother] was afraid we’d get our legs caught or something ... . . . [At Christmastime,] they wouldn’t put up the tree until Christmas Eve. And all those farm houses had great big kitchens. People lived in the kitchens; you didn’t hardly use your living room at all. But anyway on Christmas Eve, why we weren’t allowed to go into the living room at all. So we’d stay out in the kitchen and they’d be in there setting up the tree and all that stuff, the same night – on Christmas Eve. And then sometimes we’d get
104: Memories of the Julias & Amelia Krenn family (continued) together with Aunt Gustie [Augusta] and Uncle Ed and the Brecht boys, and then the boys, and all have this Christmas dinner together. Or sometimes we’d go out to Tunny Mary’s and sometimes they’d come to our house. The three families were pretty close and they all lived in Visalia. So when there were holidays and stuff, we...got together. Like and Tunny Mary, she’d have us out – they didn’t live on a ranch, they lived on a little farm. Uncle Pete was working away from home. But Granddad [Julias] and Uncle Ed they didn’t work away from home; they were just at home. They both had the same kind of a ranch, with the dehydrating. . . . We could make Yosemite, up and back, in one day. Later on, we’d go camping up there also. And we went camping up at Sequoia a lot. Visalia really sits right at the bottom of Sequoia, so it wasn’t anything at all to get up there. Those were the two places we went a lot when I was a kid. Later on when we moved to [southern] California then we’d go camping sometimes, but we usually went down to the coast. It seems to me when went to the coast a few times when we lived in the valley, in Visalia. Because it was so hot – Mother hated that heat, I know that. And one time we went over to the coast and she got sick and was sick most of the time we were over there. And Tunny Mary [from the German “Tante” – Aunt Mary, Amelia’s sister, whose husband was Pete Shatz] was with us with her kids, that time. Now when I think back, I feel sorry for her. She had to take care of all those kids, being sick! . . . When we first came [to Southern California] from the valley [Visalia],we lived...south of Atwater. But, actually, Aunt Mary and Uncle Pete, they moved down first, and they lived...maybe 5-8 miles from Atwater, south...Why Mother [Amelia] decided to look for place somewhere else, I don’t remember...she didn’t care for the house where we were at or something, cause we were just renting. But anyway, she went out looking and found the other place on Atwater. So that wasn’t the first place we lived in. But they lived there the longest...The first place we lived over there in Atwater was close to the railroad tracks. First street, this side, into cause on the other side of the railroad tracks it was Glendale. And on this side it was LA, and we lived in LA. We lived there the longest. In fact, we lived in two houses on that street. We lived in one, and then there was an empty lot, and then there was another house, probably, that would be coming...north. Anyway, we lived in that first house quite a while, and then I don’t know why she decided to move over to the other one. Well, it had a better backyard, for one thing, and she could raise some chickens. And that’s what she did. She had chickens back there and she had some rabbits, too. Well, I mean, it was used for food, you know,...There’s nothing [Amelia] couldn’t [do!] ... [Amelia] was a wonderful cook. Oh my. She could make something outta nothing! We didn’t have much, but by the time she gone done with it, boy, the taste of it was really, really good. She [also] baked! When we lived in Southern California, when we moved down there, well, it was the Depression. And, of course, Granddad [Julias], he couldn’t just do regular labor ‘cause of that darn arthritis, so she started baking bread and cinnamon rolls and raisin bread, and then when we’d get home from school, us girls—just the older ones; the little ones weren’t big enough—she’d have these baskets all full of stuff, these baked goods, and we’d walk the neighborhood from house to house and sold it.
105: 1868 marriage record for Joseph Kurtz and Paulina Kessler, Buchanan Co, Missouri | 1870 census showing Joseph & Paulina Kurtz living with sons Charles and Joseph in DeKalb County, Missouri
106: From "History of Buchanan County, Missouri, Published 1881, St. Joseph Steam Printing Company, Printers, Binders, Etc., St. Joseph, Missouri. | December 23, 1869 marriage record of "Kezia" Stroud
107: Following the census trail and historical records, I can tell that Keziah Stroud was born in Indiana and met George Kerns sometime after moving to Clinton County, Missouri with her family in 1865. In Missouri, at least four children were born to them, of whom Florence Birdie (Raymond Kurtz's mother) was the eldest. Sometime before 1900, they relocated to Loup City, Nebraska, and one more daughter is listed in their census record. Interestingly, by 1910, the empty-nesters had relocated to Seward, Alaska. This was right in the heart of the Alaskan Gold Rush, which leads me to believe that they may have been looking for their fortune in the rugged Kenai Penninsula, which is amazing, considering they were in their mid-60's. Within the next five years, however, George and Keziah returned to the continental U.S. to live near their daughter, Florence, in Washington state, where Keziah passed away in 1915 at the age of 71. George Kerns can be found living with Florence and her family in the 1920 census before passing away in May of that year. George and Keziah are buried together in Reardan, WA.
108: Ship manifest from the SS Republic, sailing from Liverpool and arriving in Boston on October 9, 1907 shows Peder, Johanne, and their youngest daughter Signe (who is mentioned as a surviving sister in Christian M. Larsen's obituary.) | 1910 census of North Dakota shows Peder and Johanne living with their daughter Emma and family.
109: Republic (II) When J. Pierpont Morgan's International Mercantile Marine Co. was created in 1902, it acquired the White Star Line and several others. IMM soon decided that White Star was its principal asset, and transferred to White Star the newest and best of the ships then owned by some of its other companies. One of those was the Dominion Line's Columbus, which had been built by Harland & Wolff, Belfast, and put into service on Dominion's Liverpool-Boston route on 1 October 1903. After two roundtrips, Columbus and the Liverpool-Boston route were transferred from Dominion to White Star, and Columbus was renamed Republic. She was the second White Star ship of that name. For the next five years, Republic spent fall and winter on White Star's Mediterranean service, from Boston in early 1904 and thereafter from New York. Spring and summer saw Republic on the Boston-Liverpool route. All that ended on 23 January 1909, near Nantucket. On that date, while outbound from New York, Republic was rammed by the Lloyd Italiano liner Florida, which was headed to New York. Water began entering Republic's engine room on the ship's port side. All of Republic's passengers and most of her crew were taken off by Florida. Later, White Star's Baltic (II), summoned by Republic's wireless operator, Jack Binns, arrived on the scene and took all of the passengers from both Republic and Florida -- some 1,260 in all -- to New York. Florida also headed for New York, escorted by the American Line steamer New York. Meanwhile, two U.S. revenue cutters, Gresham and Seneca, and Anchor Line's Furnessia attempted to tow Republic to safety. However, at around 8 pm on 24 January, Republic sank in 34 fathoms of water, off Martha's Vineyard. She was the largest liner lost at sea to that time. Remarkably, due in large part to Binns' heroic efforts, only six lives were lost, and those deaths resulted from the initial impact between the two ships. Ironically, on 12 December 1917, Florida was also lost in a collision, with the Italian auxiliary cruiser Caprera, near Armevilla. Sources: Haws' Merchant Fleets; Bonsor's North Atlantic Seaway.
110: Charles Gottleib Ruchert 1864 - 1929 | Carl Johann Gottlieb Engelbrecht, son of the laborer Christian Engelbrecht [natural father; he was later adopted by Christ Ruchert when his mother remarried] and Johanne Landstroem, was born on October 21, 1864 in Casselwitz, and baptized on October 23, 1864. | Charles began serving as Postmaster of Ellison Bay in 1904
111: Bertha with her son, Arthur | On June 25, 1826, Bertha immigrated with her parents to New York City from Germany (see page*********). She was married in 1882 to Andrew Metcalf and they had a daughter, Mae, before his untimely death in 1885. Later that year, she wed Charles Ruchert, with whom she had five more children: Walter, Arthur, Gertrude, Ella, and Abbie.
112: A History of Charles & Bertha Ruckert The Salzsieder family to which my mother [Bertha Salzseider] belonged lived in Pomeraraia, on a small farm. Her father [Johann Salzseider] was not very prosperous and found it hard to provide for his family. Having heard much about the great country across the ocean, he decided to follow the many people who were migrating at this time. Accordingly, in 1866, they came to America. My mother was then four years old. After landing in New York, they went to Kewaunee County, Wisconsin, where my grandfather had friends. Here they bought a farm, and at first found conditions no better than they had been in their old home. But after a few years, with the hard work and thriftiness of my grandmother [Wilhelmine Brandt], they were able to live comfortably. They had been here only five years, when came that very dry summer of 1871, which everyone remembers on account of the Chicago fire. At this same time there were fires all over the country. One morning in October, my grandmother awoke and found that the woods surrounding their farm was burning. As the day advanced a strong wind began to blow, spreading the fire with great rapidity. Grandfather was at one of the neighboring towns at the time, and Albert, the oldest son was working a mile from home, so my grandmother was there alone with the five children. She knew that she must do something, so she had my mother and two of the other children drive the cows to a neighbor living near the lake, while she began to put some of the smaller articles of furniture into the old well that was almost dry. Soon Albert returned from work and found his mother in great excitement. He realized the danger they were in and saw that they must leave immediately, for soon the house would be entirely surrounded by fire. Carrying the two little children, they walked a mile to their nearest neighbors where they spent the night. When they went back to their farm, they found that everything had been destroyed except the few articles in the well. On grandfather's return, they decided to go to the town of Algoma. Here they bought a house and lot, and grandfather found work at the dock loading vessels. Under the circumstances my mother [Bertha Salzseider] had very little chance to go to school, but her education along domestic lines had not been neglected. Being the oldest girl in the family, she had learned to cook, sew, and to do the numberless little duties about the house. While living at Algoma, she went to the German Parochial school, but as soon as she was confirmed she began to earn her own living by caring for the children of a well-to-do family. Later she went to Ellison Bay where she has lived ever since. My father [Charles Ruckert] was born in Michlinbury, Germany, in 1864. Of my grandfather I know nothing whatever, for he died when my father was a baby. My grandmother soon married again and the three children took the name Ruckert from their step-father [Christ Ruchert]. Just how this name originated is not known. it is not a place name, but it may possibly be an occupative name, for it was originally spelled Ruchert. The German word ruchs means a beehive or swarm and rucker is a word for bees. Perhaps sometime one of my ancestors kept a great number of bees, and from that he came to be called Ruckert. However, my father's step-father or my grandfather as I have called him, was a carpenter. He had friends living at Racine, who wanted him to come to this country. My grandfather [Christ Ruchert] who had a love for adventure, was anxious to go. They reached America in the fall of 1870, having spend two months in crossing the ocean. They lived one year at Racine and then moved to Ellison bay, where men were needed to work for a lumber company. Here they had to endure all the hardships of the early pioneer, for the country was nearly all woods and was still inhabited by Indians. It was in such a atmosphere as this that my father [Charles Ruckert] lived and developed his love for outdoor life, as hunting and fishing. … In the beginning, there was a lovely young lady, Bertha Salzsieder, who as a babe in arms, came here from Germany and settled in Algonquin Wisconsin. Then a distinguished young man, Charles Ruckert, who also came from Germany at the age of four, and his family settled in Ellison Bay, Wisconsin. They met, fell in love and were married. They had six children, Mae [daughter of Bertha's first husband, Andrew Metcalf], Walter, Art, Gertie, Ella and Abbie… Ella was born June 5th, 1893, in Ellison Bay. At that time, her parents owned and ran a hotel, The Hillside. Eventually, they became proud owners of a country store. They sold everything from candy to corsets. The store is still going strong today, but under new management. The owners still live above the store, as the Ruckerts did… Behind the store was a warehouse, where the cats and kittens hung out, and an icehouse, a barn, an outhouse, a garage for the carriage, and later, the old Reo touring car, with the jump seats. Beyond all this was the beautiful bay in which was reflected many a colourful sunset. There was a swimming beach where George and Walter and friends enjoyed themselves… (Excerpts from a 1993 autobiographical account by Ella Ruckert Newman, Charles & Bertha’s daughter) | this photo is bertha with her siblings (and probably other fam members) - need to find a place for it.
113: Ruchert farm (22) and Ruchert's Store (15) in Ellison Bay, WI from "The Illustrated Atlas of Door County, Wisconsin, 1899" | Charles' Prussian vaccination certificate
114: May 1, 1885 - Door Co Advocate | in the news | Jun 19, 1885 - Door Co Advocate | Dec 24, 1885 - Door Co Advocate | Jun 8, 1888 - Independent | Mar 7, 1891 - Door Co Advocate | Mar 21, 1891 - Door Co Advocate | Oct 1, 1892 - Door Co Advocate | July 1, 1893 - Door Co Advocate | Jun 16, 1894 - Door Co Advocate | Oct 23, 1896 - The Democrat | Jul 13, 1901- The Advocate | Mar 1, 1902 - The Advocate | Feb 3, 1900 - The Advocate | Jul 14, 1900 - The Advocate
115: Mar 8, 1902 - The Advocate | Dec 6, 1902 - The Advocate | Feb 6, 1904 - The Advocate | Apr 8, 1905 - Door Co Democrat | Nov 10, 1906 - Door Co Democrat | Apr 18, 1912 - The Advocate | Mar 24, 1911 - Door Co Democrat | Apr 17, 1913 Sturgeon Bay Advocate | Mar 13, 1914 - Door Co Democrat | Oct 9, 1914 - Door Co Democrat | Oct 14, 1914 - Door Co Democrat | Nov 4, 1914 - Door Co News | Sep 22, 1915 - Door Co News | Nov 25, 1915 - Sturg Bay Advocate | Feb 2, 1923 - Door Co Advocate | Feb 29, 1924 - Door Co Advocate | Aug 9, 1916 - Door County News
116: Brothers Walter and Arthur Ruckert outside Ruckert's Store
117: Jeff Kurtz in the Pioneer Store, 2003 | Walter & Jen Ruckert (who ran the store after Charles) with daughters Janice & Phyllis, 1925 | Nancy Ruckert outside Ruckert's Store, c. 1960 | Ruckert's Store, ca. 1910: (L to R) unknown, John Donovan, Gertrude Ganzhorn, Mae Ruckert, Ella Ruckert, George Newman, (front) Abbie Ruckert
119: Doug, Brady, and I visited Ellison Bay in the summer of 2006, during which time some construction was being done in the road between the cottage and the Cedar Grove Resort. During the night of the date we left for Chicago, there was a huge gas explosion (caused by a damaged line in the construction process) that killed tourists at the resort and demolished the Pioneer Store. Only Grandma Nancy was home in the cottage, as Grandpa Gary headed home that same day for a Water District meeting. We were so thankful that she wasn't injured, but it was a tragic day in Ellison Bay, not only for the loss of precious lives, but also the loss of a historical landmark. By our next visit with our new baby Kelsey in 2008, the newly built replica was open. | The New Pioneer Store Opened May 2008
120: Phillip with grandson John Ruckert | Philip and Mary Ganzhorn
121: Phillip & Mary Ganzhorn | Mary (3rd from left) with her siblings | "Granny" Ganzhorn with John Ruckert
123: Philip Ganzhorn was an inventor who held a number of patents for various innovations. In my research, I have located and downloaded his patents for: saddle stirrups (1883) - pictured on left a compound meat tool (1895) a display stand (1895) an attachment for weighing scales (1903) a surgical appliance (1907) toilet seat covers (1908) - pictured on left a finger guard for meat choppers (1911) a meat cutting machine (1913) a moistening attachment for eazobs (1917) a knife and knife holder (1918), and and an automobile-themed board game (1925) - pictured on left In my online research, it appears that most toilet seat covers were patented in the 1920's and 30's and I haven't found any before 1908, so it appears that Philip was way ahead of his time. Perhaps we have Great-great-great Grandpa Philip to thank for sanitary public restrooms! | Philip Ganzhorn and family in 1900 Chicago, IL census. Notice the family has a boarder who is a butcher. Philip himself was listed as a butcher in the 1880 census. Undoubtedly, this was his inspiration for inventing a meat-cutting machine and a finger guard for meat choppers!
124: With all the grandchildren | With their children, nieces & nephews (son Edward back row 2nd from left) | The 50th Wedding Anniversary Celebration of Peter and Margaret Thomas Milwaukee, Wisconsin, 1926
125: 1909 Patented boat design by Edward M. Hackett | Edward Hackett, seated | Margaret Freeman Hackett | 1884 marriage license or Edward Hackett and Margaret Freeman | 1901 Patented water meter design by Edward M. Hackett
126: 1860 census Catherine Meyer ("do" - "ditto" or "same name of Catherine"), age 17, living with her parents, Philip and Catherine Meyer Record also indicates that Catherine was a seamstress | 1862 marriage record for John A. Boltz and Catharina Meyer | 1891 Cleveland Directory, listing Edward G. Boltz as a stenographer, his brother Frederick W. Boltz as a commercial agent, and their father John A. Boltz as a milk dealer | April 10, 1923 obituary for John A. Boltz from the Cleveland Plain Dealer
127: 1900 census, Cleveland Ohio Ella Stewart, age 18, living with her parents, Hector and Anna Stewart | Hector's 1839 baptismal record from the old parish register of Urquhart and Logie Wester, a civil parish in the County of Ross & Cromarty, Scotland. | Hector Stewart and his ancestors are the only branch of the Kurtz or Boltz family to originate in Scotland. From my research, it appears that Hector sailed from Glasgow to Quebec in 1874. While in Canada, he met and married Anna Muter in 1875, and then they returned to Ross & Cormarty, Scotland together for a brief period while Hector worked in a sawmill. (They are found on an 1881 Scottish census.) Then, in August of 1881, they sailed to New York on the Furnessa and settled in Cleveland, Ohio, where daughter Ella was born later that year. Hector's death certificate states that in 1913, he was a retired night watchman. ~ Valerie Kurtz, 2013 | The Furnessa, which brought the Stewarts to America in 1881 Photo source: www.ancestry.com | Passenger list of the Furnessa, arriving in New York from Glasgow on August 8, 1881, listing Hector and Mrs. Stewart | Passenger list of the Phoenician, which brought Hector from Scotland to Quebec in 1874.
128: Mathias and his brother, Jacob | Passenger list from the March 20, 1868 New York arrival of the SS Bellona, sailing from Le Havre, France. Mathias and "Eva" are near the bottom of this list. It appears they either had two weddings (one German and one American), or they sailed together as married couple and then married in Ohio after arriving, since we have their marriage record. | 1876 naturalization record for Mathias DeHoff
129: A History of Mathias & Maria Eva DeHoff By Dorothy DeHoff Boltz from memories of stories by Aunt Betty (Elizabeth DeHoff Sharer) and Aunt Jo (Josephine DeHoff) Mathias DeHoff was from Westheim, Alsace Lorraine – a small country or province between France and Germany. But he traveled to the town in Germany where Maria Eva Rheinwald lived for his work which was weaving. Here he was regarded as a great catch for the lucky girl who turned out to be my grandmother. They came to the United States to live. They owned a small home in Cleveland, Ohio on East 34th St. There were eight children, John, Josephine, Elizabeth, William Andrew (my father), Simon, Jacob, Henry, and Mary (who only lived a few hours or days). Henry was about six months old on July 4th and Aunt Betty said she believed her was frightened by all the noise of fire crackers, which is inconceivable in this day of bans on such things. But in those days there were many, many accidents and deaths because of the tremendous fire crackers which the young folks would shoot off on the Fourth. Nevertheless, Henry died a few days after the fourth of July. Maria Eva, my grandmother, died in 1907 and Mathias, my grandfather, died in 1918. | 1880 census - Mathias & Maria Eva DeHoff family living in Cleveland, Ohio
130: May 20, 1868 marriage record for Mathias DeHoff and Maria Eva Rheinwald
131: Wearers of the Christening Gown (as of 2012) made by Maria Eva DeHoff in 1867 John DeHoff – 1874 George DeHoff – 1899 Donald DeHoff Richard DeHoff Robert DeHoff Evelyn DeHoff – 1902 Ralph Haller – 1922 Genevieve DeHoff – 1905 Jospephine DeHoff – 1876 Elizabeth DeHoff – 1877 Henry DeHoff – 1878 William A. DeHoff – 1879 Norbert H. DeHoff – 1902 Eleanore B. DeHoff – 1909 William E. DeHoff – 1912 Marie L. DeHoff – 1942 Sylvia S. DeHoff – 1944 Steven G. Smith – 1981 Jeffrey Smith – 1983 James Smith – 1985 David E. DeHoff – 1945 Sharon M. DeHoff – 1966 Lyndsi M. Iagmin – 1989 Alicia C. Iagmin – 1990 Theresa J. DeHoff – 1968 Katelyn G. Theyerl(-Farr) – 1993 Cameron D. Theyerl(-Farr) – 1994 Dorothy M. DeHoff – 1915 Donald H. Boltz – 1938 Karen S. Boltz – 1962 Alana J. Lewis – 1988 Suzanne N. Lewis – 1992 Laura R. Boltz – 1963 Matthew V. Holler – 1990 Paul K. Holck – 1996 Gregory E. Boltz – 1968 Hayden D. Boltz – 1993 Valerie J. Boltz – 1974 Brady P. Kurtz – 2006* Kelsey J. Kurtz – 2008* Gertrude (Trudy) M. Boltz – 1943 Mary E. Boltz – 1946 Yvonne C. Cutler – 1968 Gavin Miles Huffaker – 2001 Ella Marie Huffaker – 2005 A. Carel Cutler – 1971 Allen G. Cutler – 1975 Jordan Leigh Cutler – 2007* Jacob DeHoff – 1881 Simon DeHoff – 1883 | *Note: The gown in its present state has been repaired several times. In 2005, the DeHoff family decided that the gown was too fragile for continued wear, so “wearers” of the gown after 2005 had the gown present at their christenings/blessings, but did not actually wear the gown to avoid its further damage. | wearers of the gown present at the dedication of Brady Patrick Kurtz, April 2007 Trudy Richard, Valerie Kurtz, Brady Kurtz, Don Boltz, Sharon Iagmin, Alicia Iagmin, Katelyn Theyerl-Farr, Terri Farr, Cameron Theyerl-Farr, Paul Holck, Sylvia Smith, (front) Laura Holck, Mary Boltz | wearers of the gown present at the dedication of Kelsey Joy Kurtz, May 2009 Dave DeHoff, Alicia Iagmin, Sharon Iagmin, Valerie Kurtz, Brady Kurtz, Don Boltz, Mary Boltz, Kelsey Kurtz, Alana Lewis, Trudy Richard, Katelyn Theyerl-Farr, Cameron Theyerl-Farr, Terri Farr, Marie Slonski, (front) Jordan Cutler, Allen Cutler, Gavin Huffaker, Yvonne Huffaker, Ella Huffaker
132: A History of Hubert & Anna Horten Hubert Horten's parents died when he was 14 years old. He had two sisters. The oldest girl married a man named Becker, but her first name is not known, nor how many children she had. The younger sister’s name was Clare. When Hubert Horten was old enough, he was called on to serve in the German army, but the doctors found something wrong with his eyes. He was a scamp! He had put tobacco juice in his eyes! Consequently, he was released from the army, and having planned to go to the United States, he headed for an uncle (on his mothers side), who lived on a large farm somewhere near Racine, Wisconsin. Anna Borlinghausen’s family arrived in the United States when she was about 7 years old, the second oldest in the family. (I’d always heard she was 2 at the time.) It took three months to make the trip, and one child was born while the parents were at sea. Anna Borlinghausen’s mother’s maiden name was Catherine (I think) Kreitz or Krietz. (Both these names may be spelled wrong.) Catherine had 12 children: John, Anna, Gertrude, Christine, Charley, Mike, Godfried, Peter, and Rose. No doubt the others died when they were small. (Lee Komrack said her mother, Rose Schwartz, claimed that Grandpa and Grandma Borlinghausen came from Baden, Germany.) Anna’s father [Gottfried Borlinghausen] was a first class tailor in Germany. Upon arrival in the United States, the family homesteaded somewhere near Racine, too. When Grandma (Anna) was 18 years old, a neighboring farmer had a large bonfire one evening, disposing of the carcass of a mad bull that had to be shot. Farmers from miles around, noticing the big blaze, came to find out about it. Hubert Horten was one of the curious. He saw Anna and inquired around as to who she was. Later, he went to Anna’s home and talked to her father, saying he wanted to marry her, and he was accepted. (Gert, Lee, and Colette all remember that the story went: Hubert arrived at Anna’s house late at night. She was in bed, but her father had her come down and meet the young man who looked her over as though she were a horse, which provoked her to no end!) A few months later, the pair was married, sometime in July. Hubert was ten years older than Anna. He took his bride to live on his uncle’s farm. The latter, however, was a drunkard, and always had a whiskey jug by his bedside. The couple’s first child, Lizzie, was born in Dec., a year and a half after their marriage, and Anna refused to continue living at the uncle’s although her husband was supposed to inherit his uncle’s farm. Consequently, they went to Cleveland, where Anna had an aunt who lived in what was known as Irish Town. A son, Hubert, was born there. Later, the Hortens rented a farm in Parma, on Schaaf Rd, opposite the Wagner toll gate. Here they did gardening, sold their produce at the public market, and made a nice sum of money. A son, Peter, was born. Hubert then decided he wanted to return to Germany, where he had a small piece of land. He thought there was oil on this property, so he moved his family to the old country. They remained there for three years, until Hubert had spent all their money, that is, almost all, for he kept just enough to get back to the United States. A daughter, Clara, was born in Germany. Hubert’s sister Clara returned with them, together with several other young people, two brothers and a sister. The latter boarded with the Hortens for a time upon their arrival in the States. They’d brought along their own bedding and slept on the floor. They arrived around the 1st of January. The place they all lived in was a house on Scranton Road, just as you start down the hill on the west side. The Hortens only had $25.00 in their purse after they’d paid the rent. Hubert promptly got a job in a lumber yard. Daughter Rose was born the latter part of that month. Anna took in washings, did some sewing for others, and Clara, her sister-in-law, took care of the children. Later, Clara married Anna’s brother, John. The Hortens lived in the Scranton St. house for about two years. During that time, Hubert bought a piece of property by the railroad track on 41st St., - old Burton St., as it is called. He bought lumber from the yards and built a small house, later adding more rooms as the growing family required. Here Anna, Charley, Katie, Johnny (7-month-old who died), and Barbara were born. Still later, a larger home was purchased on the same street. Here Susanna entered the world. Again the family moved, this time to a still larger house and farm on Denison Ave., which they rented. (This was called old Newburg St., in Brooklyn, latter annexed by Cleveland. On this farm they raised cows and sold milkraised gardening produce, which was sold at the Pearl St. Market (later called W 25th St.) A son Raymond was born here, but he lived to be but three months old. ~ as remembered by Susanna DeHoff and originally typed by Colette Wagner, daughter of Anna Horten | Valerie Jeanne Boltz 1974 -
133: More information about Hubert & Anna Horten Hubert R. Horten was born August 16, 1831 in Trier, Prussia or Bavaria, Germany, and died October 04, 1887 in Cleveland, OH. He married Anna Borlinghausen on July 1859 in Wisconsin (Racine?), daughter of Gottfried Borlinghausen and Anna Katherine Krentser. I have written down that Hubert came to US when he was 21 and that he was an orphan. This info was passed on to me from Jeanette Penney Greising. I also show that he was born in Trier, Prussia (about 10 miles from the Luxembourg border and 25 miles from the French border). I also show that he came from Germany & went to Wisconsin where he had an uncle who was married, but he & his wife had no children. The young man was told that if he stayed & worked on the farm, he would inherit the property. Whether or not it was later deeded to him, I don't know. He met & married Anna Borlinghausen in 1859 in Racine, Wisconsin. At one point in the young couple's lives, they went to Germany, where Hubert was lured by the tales of oil. Apparently, this was a disappointment since nothing more was heard about that story. Their son, Hubert and daughter, Lizzie (Elizabeth) must have accompanied them for on the return to the states, Clara was born, aboard ship. When the Hortens arrived in NY, they had $50.00 and I presume it was then that they settled in Ohio. Anna Horten used to tell her children that her father, Hubert, wrote poetry & he also played the violin. Anna (Hubert’s wife) was a “driver” who apparently objected to his "wasting time" fiddling, so he used to hoe corn behind a hillock then get out his instrument & play for the children-----where his wife couldn't see or hear him. It has also been heard that he put tobacco juice in his eyes in order to inflame them, so he wouldn't have to serve in the Civil War. (Per Addeen Sweitzer: Hubert may have had a sister because there was another Horten sister that married a John Borlinghausen after a year in the US.) Anna Borlinghausen (daughter of Gottfried Borlinghausen and Anna Katherine Krentser) was born October 16, 1841 in Cologne, Germany?, and died July 04, 1933 in Cleveland, OH. She is buried in St. Mary's Cemetery, Cleveland, OH. The 1900 Census shows Anna lived at 228 Dennison Ave., Cleveland and that the Wagners lived with her. Per Addeen Sweitzer: "I knew Anna Borlinghausen Horten. She visited at our house often. Have many fond memories of a remarkable woman. Just think, she came in a sailing ship from Europe at the age of 2, lived in Wisconsin, have gleamed some facts about her early life, but here again, wished I had asked more questions when I stayed at her house. I was one of her favorite grandchildren and could tell some tales about my memories of her. One I remember her telling. The Indians would come to the door begging for tobacco or whiskey (they would indicate tobacco by stuffing a pipe - for whiskey they would tip their heads indicating drinking). Anna said they never gave either but would offer food.” Anna told Coletta Wagner Burns Kolsbun she used to play with Indian children, trading her dolls for their corn husk ones...and that during severe winters, the Indian men would come & beg for food for their starving families. Anna was an excellent cook and baker and entertained a lot. Historical information from: http://familytreemaker.genealogy.com/users/g/r/e/Kathleen-A-Greising/WEBSITE-0001/UHP-0122.html | 1880 census listing the Hubert & Anna Horten family | 1900 Cleveland Directory, listing widowed Anna Horten and family | I requested a photo of her grave on 5/3/13
134: Frank Ribley (Joseph's son), Joseph Ribley, Bill Nierengarten, George Nierengarten, Lawrence Brown (Elizabeth's father), Joe Ribley (Frank's brother), circa 1905 | Aunt Louise Sanders (Mary's daughter), Mary Florence Liette, Aunt Bessie (Uncle Jim Sanders' sister), Gene Sanders, Bernadette Ribley (Mary's granddaughter) | 1880 census of Loramie Township, Ohio Mary Florence Liette, age 20, living with parents Francis and Therese
135: A History of Joseph & Mary Ribley Very little is known about the original Ribley family except that Joseph Reboullet came from France. They settled in Pennsylvania in the year 1843 where their sons Peter and Joseph were born. Peter settled in Sydney, Ohio, but nothing is known of him or his family. Joseph met Florence Liette in Frenchtown, Ohio, and they were married in the year 1875. She was born January 28, 1858. Joseph and Florence (Grandpa and Grandma Ribley) moved to Russia, Ohio, and then later to Lima, Ohio. Due to the name Reboullet being difficult to pronounce and spell (the French pronunciation) Joseph had it changed at the courthouse to Ribley. After Peter’s wife died in Sidney, Joseph and Florence moved to Sidney to stay with Peter, but while they were there, Joseph (Grandpa) became ill and died in the year 1907 at the age of 64. His funeral was in Sidney but he was buried at Lima, Ohio. When I was about two years old, Grandpa gave me a locket, and, yes, I still have it. Grandma Ribley (Florence) died on November 14, 1933 at the age of 75. Florence Liette (Grandma Ribley) only had one brother and no sisters. We all knew him as Uncle Gust Liette. His wife was Aunt Louisa. They lived in Yorkshire, Ohio in the country. [details omitted] We didn’t visit too much at Grandma Ribley’s because she lived “clear up in the north end” of town and we had to go on the street car. But we did enjoy our visits with her and after she became paralyzed we met more often. Bob had his car by then and would take us up there. She was paralyzed a long time. She had an old organ which we would play and sing, especially when Marie and Ag Neargarten came to visit from Muskogee, Okla. Then one time their brother Bun came from Parsons, Kansas and he was a nut. Between him, Bob, Ade, Paul, and Gene – we had some lively times. Bun and Paul went downtown to Grant’s store where there was a girl playing sheet music for the customers, and these two about drove her crazy. They asked her for music such as “Never push an angle worm while he’s going up a hill” and “It was father’s big long toenails that slit the slits in mother’s sheets,” etc. She finally asked them to please leave. Another time we all went to a Marathon dance at Russels Point. Bun had brought a derby hat with him, which he had taken apart and moved the brim up higher on the crown and which he wore to the dance. We were rooting for our favorite couples but Paul and Bun were driving the Master of Ceremonies up the wall with their heckling and carrying on, and he finally asked them if they would like to come up and take over. People around us thought they were part of the show and they were getting a big kick out of it. - Excerpts from an historical account by Bernadine Ribley (my Great “Aunt B.” and my grandpa Paul's sister) - 1977
137: A History of Lawrence & Rachael Brown Lawrence Brown (Grandpa) and Rachael Nierengarten (Grandma) met in Wapakoneta, Ohio where they were married. Their children are shown above. He had started a blacksmith shop in Kossuth, Ohio and they settled there. The shop had three rooms, one with his anvil to make the horseshoes, wagon tires, etc., one room in which to shoe the horses, and one in which to make cane syrup. In the room to shoe the horses he had a contraption whereby a horse could be held against its will to have new shoes put on. Farmers would bring wild horses to him to be shod as he could tame them down with this belt thing. In placing a shoe on a horse, the hoof was held in the hand and the nails came up through the hoof. The nail ends were then snipped off. Aunt Rose would gather up these nail ends and would get so much a hundred for them, then when Grandpa would make an iron tire for a wagon or a buggy wheel, the tire would be shaped with hot charcoal and bellows, and Grandpa would help him fit the tire onto the wheel by means of tongs to handle it, and he would use the nail ends to fasten the tire onto the wheel. In the other room was a sugar cane press. The farmers would bring their sugar cane to Braun’s and put it behind the barn, all in bundles with their names on each bundle. In the press room was a long pole attached to the press, with a horse at the other end. The horse went round and round, pressing the cane into syrup, and the kids would sit on the pole to ride round and round too, sort of like a merry-go-round with a live horse! Once Grandpa made a puzzle from horseshoe nails and the trick was to get the rings off the rod – the rod and rings were made of iron and the nails held the rings. Years later it was found but nobody knew what it was until Uncle George came from Gary, Ind. and he showed me how to work the puzzle. Now they have them in novelty stores and sell for $6.00, but I still have the one made back in 1880. They lived a block from the Erie Canal, and there was a bridge across the canal with large flagstones at each side to hold up the bridge. The bridge was high enough for the canal boats to go through. The boats were pulled by mules down paths on each side of the canal. Later the bridge was torn down and swing bridge was put up. When a boat came down the canal it blew a whistle for the bridge to swing around, and the children would scramble onto the bridge for a ride as it swung around. Once a family tied up close by for four days to lay in supplies, and everybody was invited on boat to inspect the boat and get acquainted. While Grandpa worked in the blacksmith shop, Grandma would take Elizabeth and Mary fishing in the canal. They would use a short stick or branch with a string and a bent pin with a worm on it. No fancy fishing poles for them. Sitting at the edge of the water, which was very clear, they would watch the poor sunfish latch onto the unfortunate worm. The sunfish were as big as saucers and were beautiful colors. They also caught a lot of catfish. But the big event was when Grandma caught what she thought was a snake. She kept hitting it back and forth on the bridge stones, and the girls ran and got a neighbor who told her it was an eel and was very good eating. He cut off the head and boned it—it had just one long bone in it. They fried it and found it tasted just like catfish. Aunt Mary caught one later on so they knew what to do with it. To attend Mass they walked from Kossuth to Deep Cut along the canal, the stopped at Helplings to get a row boat to row up to Spencerville to St. Patricks Church. There were steps down the canal, so when they tied up their boat they had to go up the steps to the church, which was a frame building.
138: A History of Lawrence & Rachael Brown (continued) It is now a beautiful church. As they had Mass only once a month, Grandpa would go to Glynwood on the other Sundays, but since it was 7 miles each way to walk he went alone and would get home late in the afternoon. As there was no Catholic school in Kossuth, Mary (age 8) and Elizabeth (Mom) (age 6) stayed with their Aunt Lizzie CaJacob in Wapakoneta, Ohio and attended St. Joseph School. Elizabeth stayed there a year, and Al CaJacob (who later had a jewelry store in Lima) taught her to play the guitar, and she also played the banjo and the zither. After a year, she went to stay with her Aunt Mary and Uncle John Brown who lived in the country in the old home place. One city girl came to visit, and seeing a pig she asked if that was what they called a turkey. Elizabeth walked 2 miles each way to and from school. We still have her German reader in which she had written her name and the year 1890. We also have her 7th grade report card dated 1894, age 12. Her average was 88 and 95 but it showed her absent a lot from school. Also, in her reader she had colored all the pictures orange, proving that children were no different at that time than they are now. She made her First Communion at age 14 on June 23, 1896 at Wapakoneta, Ohio and he have her framed certificate. Dad made the frame. When she was in the 10th grade she drew a large pen and ink map of the United States, all in detail. Some of the boys tried, without success, to spill ink on it and ruin it so she wouldn’t receive the prize. But she got it—a five dollar gold piece—and no, smarty, we don’t still have the gold piece! Over the years the paper on which the map was drawn cracked with age. When she was 17 she bought a trunk and she and Jospehine took a train to Logansport, Ind. where they were met by their grandfather, Peter Nierengarten. He always drove a spring wagon to town filled with potatoes for sale, and he met them with this horse and wagon. Then on to Remington, Ind. to visit their grandparents, Peter and Mary Nierengarten. Grandma Brown (Rachael) wove rugs and when Grandpa (Lawrence) built a surrey with a top but no cover on it, they made a cover rand she wove fringe to put around the edge—a Surry with the Fringe on Top! Both Mary and Elizabeth would drive Molly, the horse, and they would send Aunt Rose (Rosy) to ask Daddy if “we could go for a ride in the buggy,” as they knew she could get around him when sometimes they couldn’t. Once when they were out for a ride they were followed by a buggy with a bunch of boys in it. Boys? And they wanted to get away from them? Tsk! Tsk! Mom quickly told Aunt Mary to drive in that side road which went behind a woods, which they did. The boys, thinking they were driving into their home grounds, went on. The girls waited for a while and then came back on the main road—and shux – the boys were gone. Didn’t they LIKE boys? Another time they were in a farm yard and Aunt Mary kept pulling on the rein and the horse kept going around and around in circles with the buggy almost tipping over. Mom and Aunt Rose kept yelling at her to pull on both reins, which she finally did and the poor horse finally stopped, no doubt wondering why all the commotion. Lawrence and Rachel Braun moved to Lima, Ohio in 1898 where he had the surname changed to Brown. He got a job at the Solar Refinery (now the Standard Oil Co.) where he worked until he died. He built a house on Forest Ave (now S. Union St.) They had a large front porch with beautiful wisteria and Dutchman’s pipe vines all down one side. They raised chickens and beautiful Belgian hare rabbits. The baby chicks were kept in the kitchen in a box behind the kitchen stove until they were large enough to be put outside. Tender loving care went into raising these chickens, and many of them became pets of Grandpa’s. When it came time to kill a chicken for company dinner, woe to the wretch who just happened to catch the wrong chicken. When Grandpa came home from work he would sit on the back porch steps and the chickens would come running and clucking and roost on his lap or arms and sometimes would jump on his head. He would talk to them like they were children, did they have a nice day, did they find any worms, etc. Coming into the kitchen he would start singing a German song and Grandma would join in, singing while he cleaned up and she got supper. Before he went to
139: bed he always had a game or two of solitaire—saying he had to “beat the old man.” Every summer there was a medicine show that would set up in the field on the corner of Main and Second Streets right back of Grandma’s. They would stay the whole summer giving plays, holding talent contests (Edgar Carnes always won with his whistling), and, of course, selling the medicine that was good for burns, bruises, boils, snake bites, cramps, frost bites, fever sores, pimples, pains, poisons, rheumatism, sores, gunshot wounds, scurvy, scalds, sprains, ulcers, ringworms, etc., all from the same bottle of medicine—not sold anywhere—good for Man or Beast—Ladies and Gentlemen—at the ridiculously low price of only 89! How many were cured nobody ever did find out. The medicine show people got to know Grandma Brown real well as she always invited them to her house for cookies and/or coffee and lemonade. Grandma had a big pantry at one end of her kitchen, and there was always a big lard can filled with sugar cookies to gorge yourself, or if your choice ran to pie, two large pies (complete with knife) sat on a pantry shelf to tempt you. Also, the side board in the dining room always had little dishes filled with delicious homemade divinity candy, usually containing a walnut or a fig or a date, besides home made fudge. Once when we were at Grandma's a mouse ran out of the pantry—she hurriedly closed the doors into the pantry and dining room, grabbed a broom, and went after the intruder. We had climbed up on chairs as she ran around swatting at the poor mouse. We would yell, “There he goes, Grandma!” and she chased that mouse all around the kitchen hitting it with the broom, until the poor little thing finally died in self defense. Only until she picked it up by the tail and we knew it was dead would we descend from our chairs, with great cheers for Grandma the Fearless. After Grandpa died, she and Uncle Frankie lived there and she later took in boarders—one of whom was quite a fiddler and used to entertain us. We never knew his name as she always called him “the old man.” Grandma always put bay leaf in everything she cooked, and one time she had made sauerkraut and had the big crock in the basement and had just put the big plate on top with a rock on it to hold the kraut down, when somebody yelled, “Hey, Mom, you forgot to put the bay leaf in it.” Uncle Floyd (Aunt Rose’s husband) used to catch a lot of turtles and Grandma would make turtle soup. She put everything in it but the kitchen stove and it was good. Somebody would go to the corner saloon for a growler of beer and the fun began. She always loved to go—anyplace. If you called her and said he ready to go in the morning early to go fishing—she would be waiting. Always with her little black hat on with a scarf tied around it to keep it on her head in case the wind blew. She would sit in the boat and fish come rain or shine. We all used to pile in on Uncle Billy and Aunt Lucille who lived on a small farm outside of Marion, Ohio. One year Aunt Rose and “Billy Boy” were here from California for the summer and we all went to Marion. Besides all the food, the boys went down the road and brought back bushels of muskmelons which we ate until they ran out of our ears. Billy entertained the other kids with acrobatics. Going back to Grandma, she loved basketball games, as did Mom. When we would go to a game at St. Johns, especially when St. John and St. Rose played each other, Uncle Frankie said he never watched the game—he always watched Grandma and Mom. I wouldn’t sit with them as they screamed and yelled and sat there tearing their hankerchiefs in shreds rooting for St. Johns to win. Every year St. Johns had a lawn fete in the summer and a bazaar in the winter. Grandma would
140: A History of Lawrence & Rachael Brown (continued) make bushels of popcorn balls, and quilts, and little lapel yarn dolls. All the kids wanted “Grandma Brown’s” popcorn balls and were disappointed if they were all gone. At 5 each they disappeared in no time. For these affairs, Mom and Ruth and I would dress 12 dozen celluloid dolls to put on canes in the summer and on Christmas trees in the winter. I now wonder how we did it. Grandma always did up the altar cloths and communion cloths, and must have ironed miles and miles of them. After they were done up you could see her trudging down Main St. to the church, carrying the long box. Another time Grandma had Uncle Billy go out in the country after eggs. He rode a motorcycle and she gave me a basket (again) and told me to the back seat would hold me and the eggs. Well it was OK until he went around a curve too fast and slid into a ditch. I fell off and landed right in the basket of eggs—naturally. I looked like one big scrambled egg. When we got home was Grandma mad—she didn’t ask was I hurt but how many eggs did I break? We both used to have a good laugh about it later on. She was a jolly woman and how she could laugh. In her parlor was an old piano—beautiful it was. I would stop after school to practice on it when I took piano lessons at school. During World War One Uncle Billy bought one of them new fangled pianos (as Grandma called it) that played all by itself just by pumping the pedals with your feet. Poor Grandma! When we all gathered around the new piano and put on a roll, of course we had to play it the loudest, she would close the sliding doors between the parlor and the sitting room (it was called the dining room) and go into the kitchen and close the door, and no doubt pray for us, or at least that we could all go home. We sang Over There, Keep the Home Fires Burning, Just a Baby’s Prayer at Twilight, etc. but the one we played most, and it wasn’t a song with words, was Too Much Mustard and boy did we play it loud and fast. Of course there were beautiful waltzes too which I always loved. Grandma was a midwife and helped bring a lot of babies in Lima into the world as there was only the old City Hospital on Market St. and babies were born at home. In fact I’m not sure if the old hospital was in existence at that time. Dr. Oliver Steiner often told her she would make a perfect nurse. In their big house there was a large attic with the opening in the ceiling above the door into Uncle Frankie’s room. We would stand on the door knob and get boosted up to the trap door in the ceiling where one of the boys had gone first and would pull us through. When the attic exploration was over we would hang by our knees from the top of the door and try to “skin the cat” which was hard as one did this on a tree limb usually. They also had a big hard coal base burner in the dining room which they would fill at night, and by the time you went to bed it would be a very beautiful soft red glow. We would turn the lamps down and tell ghost stories by the light of the stove. One thing she had in her dining room which was commonplace then, was a gorgeous Tiffany drop ceiling light with bead fringe all around it. What we wouldn’t give for one like it now. Excerpts from an historical account by Bernadine Ribley (my Great “Aunt B.” and my grandpa Paul’s sister ) – 1977
141: John Krenn family in Wilton County, Minnesota in the 1900 census | John & Anna Krenn in the 1918 Visalia City Directory
142: Memories of John & Anna Krenn (as recorded from a phone interview by Jeannette Ribley Boltz with her aunt, Anita Krenn Ralphs (John & Anna's granddaughter), April 2012) The only grandparents I remember are on my father’s side [John and Anna Krenn]. And my dad bought them a house in town [in Visalia, CA]. When you had a house in town, you still had a yard, you had chickens and stuff, but it was in town. My grandparents [John and Anna] didn’t speak too good of English, they spoke more German... I don’t know why they came [to the United States]. In fact, they came here twice. They came and Grandma [Anna] didn’t like it, so she couldn’t afford to hire house help for her house, house help, you know, because it was too expensive here. So they went back to Austria. And then back there, then I guess there was not much opportunity to get ahead so they came back here. And then she just had to do her housework herself. [They did not come directly to California.] They were back east first. Minnesota? They had a German congregation that lived back there in an area, and they all lived back there. [In Visalia]...they had a Model T Ford, the one that was closed and set up high, and they were out for a drive or coming down, and anyway they came down the road, and when they got down to the road to cross, somebody hit their car. And when they hit their car, it didn’t damage it so terribly, but it made it swing around, and anyway the door flew open and Grandma flew out and hit her head on a lamp post or something. That’s what killed her. It didn’t kill her outright, but she died. And then Granddad [John] lived with the Brechts then for the next, well, maybe ten years after that in Visalia, but we had moved down here to [southern] California, and he stayed there.
143: The AMERICA was a 2752 gross ton ship, length 318ft x beam 40ft, clipper bows, one funnel, three masts (rigged for sails), iron hull, single screw and a speed of 11 knots. Accommodation for 76-1st, 107-2nd and 480-steerage class passengers. Built by Caird & Co, Greenock, she was launched for North German Lloyd, Bremen in Nov.1862. Her maiden voyage started on 25th May 1863 when she left Bremen for Southampton and New York. In 1871 she was fitted with new engines and on 27th Jan.1894 commenced her last round voyage from Bremen to New York and Baltimore. Sold to Italy in 1894, she was renamed ORAZIO and was scrapped the following year. [North Atlantic Seaway by N.R.P.Bonsor, vol.2,p.545] | The SS America carried John Krenn from Bremen to New York when he immigrated in 1892. Left: Photo image from Peabody Museum of Salem (www.maggieblanck.com) Right: Print from Arnold Kludas, Die Seeschiffe des Norddeutschen Lloyd, Bd. 1: 1857 bis 1919 (Herford: Koehler, c1991), p. 13.
144: Last Will and Testament of James Kerns 1877 (page 1 of 4) | Transcribed: I, James Kerns, of the County of Clinton in the State of Missouri do make and publish this my last Will and Testament. First, I give my Soul to God who gave it, and my body to be buried in the Earth. I do give and bequeath unto my eldest son, George M. Kerns, all advancements heretofore made to him, given. I also give and bequeath to my daughter Isabell Boyer all advancements heretofore made to her and her husband Oliver Boyer. I also give and bequeath to my daughter Martha Kerns all advancements heretofore made given to her and to her husband Everhart Kerns. Also I give and bequeath to my daughter Amanda Chambers, New (or now) the wife of Lewis Chambers, out of my personal property a sufficient amount to be set out to her by my wife when called for by my daughter after my decease to make my said daughter equal with my other daughters that have married, and my said wife is to be the Judge as to what will make my said daughter Amanda equal with my said daughter Isabella Boyer and my daughter Martha Kerns at the time they went to house Keeping. Also give and bequeath to my daughter Amanda Chambers, the sum of four hundred dollars, to be paid at the decease of my wife, but if my wife should live until my youngest boy shall arrive at the age of twenty one years, then said sum of four hundred dollars shall be paid to my said daughter Amanda, and if my said youngest son shall depart this life before he arrives at the age of twenty one years, and all the balance of my children arrive at the age of twenty one, thus the said sum of four hundred dollars is to be paid to my paid Amanda. I further give and devise to my wife Elizabeth Kerns all my real Estate situated in the County of Clinton, Buchanan and DeKalb, also all my personal property of every Kind and Nature whatsoever, during her natural life. ***At tho of my said wife then the property both real and personal, decide to Lydia Kerns, Charles A. Kerns, and Lincon S. Kerns, and if Either of the those last mentioned should Children shall die before arriving at the age of twenty one years then in that event the property both real and personal descends to the other two. If either of the Boys marry after the death of my said wife, and after they arrive at the age of twenty years they shall have One third in valuation of both real and personal property, and if the other Boy marry after he is twenty one years of age and leave Lydia single then he and Lydia make an equal division in valuation leaving Lydia the Homestead. If Lydia Should Marry after the deaths of my said wife and the Boys that is Charles A. Kerns and Lincon S. Kerns become twenty one years of age, then Lydia is to have one thousand dollars in valuation of real and personal property, and if Lydia should marry before the death of my said wife then it shall be at the discretion of my said wife how much my said wife will give her but after the death of my said wife and the boys become twenty one years of age then Lydia shall have four hundred dollars in real and personal property at cash valuation by disinterested parties. And lastly, as to all the rest, residue and remainder of my personal estate whatsoever, after payment of all my just debts, I give and bequeath the same to my said beloved wife, Elizabeth Kerns, as aforesaid whom I hereby appoint my Executrix, to be assisted by my son George M. Kerns, of this my last Will and testament, hereby revoking all former wills by me made. I witness whereof I have hereunto set my hand this fifth day of March AD 1877. James Kerns | gravestone of James Kerns in Easton, Missouri
145: 1870 census - James & Elizabeth Kerns family in Missouri | Civil War Draft Registration for James Kerns, 1863 | 1842 marriage record for James Kerns & Elizabeth Boyer ("Banghyer") Elizabeth was only 16 years old! | This page from American Boyers by Charles Clinton Boyer, gives the history of Elizabeth's brothers
146: Parents | James Kerns born: Dec 31, 1820 Kentucky married: Nov 22, 1842 Buchanan Co., Missouri died: May 1877 Easton, Missouri | John Kerns b: Jun 29, 1797, KY m: 1817 & 1832 d: Jul 15, 1851, MO | Mary Pennington b: 1797, VA d: Jul 7, 1851, MO | Grandparents | Adam Michael Kerns b: Mar 1, 1766, Bedford, VA m: Mar 1, 1786. Bedford, VA d: Sep 2, 1844, Easton, MO | Mary McClanahan b: 1765, Bedford, VA d: 1844, Adair, KY | Great Grandparents | Michael Kerns b: 1729, Frederick, VA m: Mar 13, 1759, McGaheysville VA d: Feb 23, 1807, Bedford, VA | Elizabeth Persinger b: c. 1743, Augusta Co, VA d: 1835, Kelso, IN | Thomas McClanahan b: 1741, Hanover Parish, VA m: 1758 | Margaret Strother b: 1734 King George, VA d: 1824, Elizabeth Station Church, KY | 1850 census - Liberty Township, Missouri John & Mary Kerns family
147: Jacob Perdschinger, Sr. b: Jul 15, 1716, Zumikon, Zurich, Switzerland m: 1743, Boutetort, VA m: 1749, Lancaster, PA McGaheysville VA d: Oct 3, 1789, Covington, Alleghany, VA | Catherine Pence b: 1723, Boutetort, VAA m: 1743, Boutetort, VA d: Jul, 1756, Fort Dinwiddie, Augusta, Virginia | Hanz Heinrich Bertschinger b: May 6, 1683, Zurich, Switzerland m: 1703, Zumikon, Switzerland d: 1733 Zumikon, Switzerland | Anna Graff b: March 15, 1688, Basel, Switzerland d: 1733, Zumikon, Switzerland | 1810 census for Burkesville, KY - shows Adam Kerns reporting 2 white males under 10, 1 white male 10-15, 1 white male 16-25, 1 white male over 45, and 1 white female over 45 | Biographical Sketch of Adam Kerns Adam Kerns was living in 1802 in Adair/Cumberland County, Kentucky. He appeared on the census in 1810 in Cumberland County, Kentucky. He appeared on the census in 1830 in Russell County, Kentucky. He was living about 1842 in Buchanan, Clinton County, Missouri. He died on 2 Sep 1844 in Buchanan County, Missouri near Easton. He was buried in Antle Cemetery (3 mi. NNE of Easton) Buchanan County, MO. Adam Kerns (1766-1844) was reportedly born 1 Mar 1766 in Bedford County , Virginia. The year of his birth is confirmed by his age of 21 on the 1 787 Tax List, and his tombstone in Buchanan County, Missouri. Adam was the only son of Michael & Elizabeth Karnes who was over the age of 21 and living in Bedford County in 1787. He may have been their oldest son, or he may have had 2 or 3 older brothers who were not residing in Bedford County in 1787. Adam never bought any land in Bedford County. Adam married Mary McClanahan on 1 Mar 1786, with the surety posted by Absalom McClanahan. Parental consent was not required for Mary; but Adam was 20, and his father gave Consent. Adam & Mary evidently had numerous children, but no record of their names has been found. Census records of 1 790 & 1800 were burned in the War of 1812, so we can't even determine t he number of children. Later Census records and family migrations have provided a few clues about some of the children. An Adair County, Kentucky Deed of 6 Dec 1802 (Book A-pg.120) mentions t hat Adam was living there at that time. Adam sold his inheritance right s to his father's Estate on 30 Nov 1808. The Bedford County Deed (Book 1 3-pg.442) says that Adam lived in Cumberland County, Kentucky at that time. The 1810 Census showed Adam in Cumberland County, Kentucky. with four young males still living in his household. Adam could not be found o n the 1820 Census. The 1830 Census showed an Adam Kerns Jr. household in the newly formed Russell County. There was an older man and woman in the household, whose ages matched those of Adam Sr. & Mary. Adam Sr. has not been found on the 1840 Census, but he moved to Buchanan County, Missouri in the early 1840's. Adam's tombstone has been located in the over grown Antle Cemetery. It bears the inscription: ADAM KERNS, BORN in Va. 1 766. DIED Sept. 1844. AGED 78 years. Source: http://wc.rootsweb.ancestry.com/cgi-bin/igm.cgi?op=GET&db=tedpack&id=I5989, written by F. Landis Weaver | grave of Adam Kerns, Antle Cemetery, Buchanan Co, Missouri | Great-Great Grandparents | 3rd Great Grandparents
148: Michael Kerns | Revolutionary War payroll and service records for Michael Kerns, in the 13th Regiment of Virginia | Earlu Virginia land belonging to the Karnes family | 1814 land deed from Michael Kerns to son Adam | Excerpt from Bedford County, Virginia Heritage Book, p. 138
149: Michael was probably married once to "Elizabeth" (surname still unknown ). The Bedford County marriage record for his daughter Barbara (born abt 1771) states that Elizabeth was her mother. This Michael Karnes never sold any land requiring a wife's signature, but he named Elizabeth as his wife in his will of 1803. Michael named 14 children in his will: Sons: Adam, Abraham, Job, John, Michael (Jr.), Moses, Reuben, Thomas, and daughters: Mary, Barbara, Catherine, Elizabeth, Hannah, Susannah. Adam was born in 1766 (date inscribed on his tombstone) and was evidently t he oldest son who was named in Michael's will. Jacob & George Karnes of Low Moor, Virginia (twins born abt 1763) were not mentioned in Michael's will, but they relinquished any claim to their father's Estate in return for their land. Michael bought part of that land in 1777, and there are various other records which indicate a strong possibility that Jacob & George were actually his eldest sons. Michael's oldest daughter was apparently Mary Magdalene Karnes (born abt 1761, married Henry Mayberry 2 Apr 1778), and he evidently gave her the sum of 50 pounds when she moved to Hickman County, Tennessee. Deeds and Grants show that Michael never owned any land in Monroe County, Virginia (Now WV). Between his will of 1803 and his death in 1807, Michael owned about 265 acres in Bedford County, 360 acres at Low Moor in Botetourt County, 3000 acres in Kanawha County (now Mason County WV), and 645 acres in Adair County (now Russell County) Kentucky. During the Revolutionary War, there are records to show that Michael may have served with the Bedford County Militia and that he was a patriot who provided supplies to American soldiers. He did not serve with Capt. Uriah Springer's contingent of Monongalia County soldiers. Contrary to at least two often-told stories from numerous Karnes/Kerns family researchers, Michael's father has not yet been correctly identified: Sourcehttp://wc.rootsweb.ancestry.com/cgi-bin/igm.cgi?op=GET&db=tedpack&id=I5989 by Ted Pack, written by F. La
150: Passenger list from the ship Mercury, 1735 from Rotterdam to Philadelphia, p. 136, Pennsylvania German Pioneers: A Publication of the Original Lists of Arrivals in the Port of Philadelphia from 1727 to 1808, Vol. 43, Ralph Beaver Strassburger, Pennsylvania German Society, 1934 | A snow ("snoo") - typical sailing vessel that brought immigrants to American in the early to mid 1700's. Source: http://www.kerchner.com /thane-of-fife.htm | Jacob Perdschinger Journeys to the New World On 29 May 1735 the ship Mercury, William Wilson, master, last from Rotterdam, Holland arrived at Philadelphia, Penn., with 186 passengers. Most of these passengers were from Zurich and nearby Swiss towns. These people were members of the Reformed Church in Switzerland.... This colony is one of the few whose history can be traced from origin to destination with some detail. On 7 Oct. 1735, The Nachrichten von Zurich ( a newspaper), published the account.... The journey of the colonists from Zurich to Basle is told by Ludwig Weber, one of the emigrants who later returned from Holland. His notes were published in Zurich. The following is taken from his notes. "...The main body consisting of 194 persons, embarked in two ships [on the river to the ocean, in winter weather]. They suffered intensely thru rain and cold and were poorly protected with scanty clothes and provisions.... the nights were wet and cold. Moreover the ships were crowded so badly that there was hardly enough room to sit, much less lie down. There was no opportunity to cook on the ships; and as they were compelled to remain on the ships day and night, the cries of the children were pitiful and heartrending. ...Quarrels between men and women were frequent." ... [They transferred from the two river ships to the single, larger ship Mercury in late February, so] after leaving Mainz their journey was a little more comfortable as they could at least cook on board the ships In a letter from John Henry, the son of Rev Goetschy, to Zurich dated 21 July 1735 wrote in part the following: "After we had left Holland and surrendered ourselves to the wild and tempestuous ocean, its waves and its changeable winds, we reached through Gods great goodness toward us, England. After a lapse of two days we came to the Island of Wight, and there to a little town named Cowes, where our captain supplied himself with provisions for the great ocean trip. We secured medicines for the trip and then with a good East wind we sailed away from there. After a day and a night with the good wind we were buffeted with a terrible storm and the awful raging waves as we came into the Spanish and Portuguese oceans. For 12 weeks we were subjected to these miseries and had to suffer all kinds of bad and dangerous storms and terrors of death. With these we were subjected to all kinds of bad diseases. The food was bad for we had to eat what they called "galley bread". We had to drink stinking muddy water, full of worms. We had an evil tyrant and rascal for a captain and first mate, who regarded the sick as nothing more than dogs. If one said "I have to cook something for a sick man", He replied "get away from here or I'll throw you overboard". "What what do I care about your sick devil?". In short, misfortune is everywhere upon the sea, we alone fared better. This has been the experience of all who have come to this land and even if a king were to travel the ocean it would behave no better. After being in this misery sufficiently long God, The Lord, brought us out and showed us the land, which caused great joy among us. But three days passed, the wind being contrary, before we could enter into the right river. Finally a good south wind came and brought us in one day through the glorious and beautiful Delaware river which is a little larger than the Rhine, but not by far as wild as the Rhine." [They landed at Philadelphia, PA] Source: http://freepages.genealogy.rootsweb.ancestry.com/~neff/ships.htm (Excepts)
151: Jacob's first wife, Rebecca, and two of their sons, including Jacob Jr., were captured by the Shawnee Indians in about 1757. His mother was killed and Jacbo Jr. was raised with the Shawnee until about 1765. (An excerpt from his writings appears below.) I have discovered many other documents that pertain to Jacob Jr., including census records, biographical information, and his service in the Revolutionary War. | Excerpt from The Life of Jacob Persinger, an autobiographical account published in 1861 by Moody & M'Michael, MO | Biographical Sketch of Jacob Persinger, Sr. Jacob Persinger, Sr. came [from Swittzerland] to the U.S. May 29, 1735 at the age of 19 on the ship Mercury and settled in central PA [etc.] Jacob and Family followed the old Indian Road south from Lancaster, PA,[to] Cumberland, MD, Winchester and the Shenandoah Valley of VA [and then] to the James River and turned west to the mountains [in] about 1750. The author believes that Jacob and his wife settled on land at the head of Roaring Run and built a grist mill on it, known as Hook's mill in the early 1900's [etc.] It is believed the family consisted of Jacob Sr., his wife Rebecca, Phillip, Abraham, Catherine, Christopher, Henry and Jacob Jr. in 1756 or 1757 when a war party of Delawares (or Shawnees) came down Dunlap to the forks (Callahan, VAa) over McGraw's Gap, down Smith Creek and attacked Solomon Carpenter's blockhouse on the Low Moor bottom, killing several persons. They proceeded up Carnes Creek through Richpatch, killing James Montgomery Sr. at his farm near the intersection of Roaring Run and Richpatch roads, and taking Rebecca and her son prisoners. Jacob served with Dickinson's Rangers in 1757 and was possibly with them when his wife was captured. (In 1965 C.H. Cecil Persinger recalled his grandfather John's saying that two Persinger boys were taken and that the other one was named Paul; that the two boys were adopted by an Indian squaw and one of them died, but he did not know which one.) (Morton [also] says that two sons were taken with Mrs. Persinger.) The war party proceeded along the north of Richpatch Mtn., Nickolls Knob, Potts Mtn. and thru present Point Bank, VA to the west. A group of pursuers followed a trail left by Rebecca by tearing off bits of clothing and leaving them hanging on bushes along the way [etc.] Mrs. Lovina (Persinger) Humphries remembered vividly her father John Persinger (son of Henry Jr. and Anne) showing her a tree at this location on which Rebecca had left a bit of clothing to assist the pursuers. The trail was lost at Point Bank and Rebecca was never heard from again. In 1762 Jacob Sr. married Catherine Pence, widow of Jacob Pence, and is believed to have moved to McMurray's Creek, a branch of the Cowpasture River, northeast of Clifton Forge, VA [etc.] Jacob Sr. bought 20 acres on McMurray's Creek in 1770. [He bought] 44 acres on Wilson's Creek in 1771 and sold it in 1775. He was appointed overseer from the county line by Cowpasture to the Red Hill in 1770. Jacob furnished horses to the Cherokee expedition in 1776. In 1770, a committee reported it was impossible to establish a road from Jacob Persinger's to the forks of Dunlap Creek (from a topographic map study, it was concluded that the Jacob Persinger place was east of Beard's or Little Middle Mtn., hence a road from there across Warm Spring Mtn. appeared unrealistic. Jacob must have found and crossed the mountain at McGraw's Gap because he had 115 acres surveyed at the mouth of Indian Draft, a branch of the James, in 1767. Jacob & Catherine sold this land to William Mann in 1772. Botetourt Co. records [ref] shows a bill af appraisement for Jacob Persinger, deceased, filed Oct 3, 1789 and valued at 200F. [etc.] Sources: http://familytreemaker.genealogy.com/users/k/i/n/Bradley-King-OH/WEBSITE-0001/UHP-0297.html; The Persingers of Alleghany County, VA., 1750-1965 From the notes of: RR & LL Humphries and RL Persinger - 6th. Generation, Howard V. Humphries
152: Allen Stroud, farmer and stock raiser, section 16, post office Easton, was born October 14, 1810, in Dearborn County, Indiana, and was reared as a farmer until twenty one years of age, there receiving his education. He moved to Vanderburg County, Indiana, in 1831, and resided there for thirty-four years, engaging in farming and stock raising. From that place he came to Buchanan County, Missouri in 1865. He owns 140 acres of land well improved and stocked. Mr. Stroud made what he owns by honesty, industry, and fair dealing. He has been twice married, first on July 4, 1833, to Miss Jane Smith, a native of Rochester, New Jersey. She died on January 9, 1880, leaving a family of seven children, three of whom are still living: Helen E., now Mrs. D. L. Hawkins; Kizia, now Mrs. Monroe Kerns; and Joshua. He was married again on January 11, 1881, to Mrs. Ellen McClain, a native of this state. They are members of the Free Baptist Church. His son-in-law, D.L. Hawkins resides with him. From History of Buchanan County, Missouri, 1881, St. Joseph Steam Printing Company, Printers, Binders, Etc., St. Joseph, Missouri.
153: From Historical Atlas Map, Buchanan County, Mo., Brink, McDonough, & Co. 1877, p. 21 This historical map of Marion township in Buchanan County, MO shows properties owned by Allen Stroud and his son-in-law, George Monroe Kerns (what page is he on in this mixbook???). George's father, James Kerns (what page???) passed away in 1877, so it is probable that James' property appears here also (having been bequeathed to his wife, Elizabeth), as these families are found next to each other in census records of the day. There are also properties owned by Kessler and Wipert families, surnames which (probably only coincidentally) appear elsewhere in the Kurtz family tree.
154: Parents | Grandparents | Allen Stroud born: Oct 14, 1810 Dearborn Co, Indiana married Jane Smith 1833 married Ellen McClain 1881 died: Mar 16, 1896 Buchanan Co, Missouri | John "Jack" Stroud b: 1754, Belfast, Ireland d: 1822, SC | John Gaw b: 1750, NC m: 1775, SC d: Oct 28, 1788, SC | Violet (unknown) b: 1752, NC d: Sept 1, 1846, IN | Wm. Hampton Stroud, Jr. b: 1731, Balleymoney, Ireland d: Dec 10, 1812, SC | Sarah Eliz. "Sally" Pickett b: 1725, SC d: 1823, SC | Joshua Stroud b: Jan 5, 1780, SC m: Nov 5, 1801 d: Jun 1850, IN | Mary Gaw b: Apr 3, 1784 VA or NC d: Feb 1850, IN | Great Grandparents | Violet (Gaw) Calhoun's gravestone in Parke Co, Indiana
155: 1837 letter from Thomas Gaw to John Gaw, (Mary's brothers), recounting Mary's birthdate | 1790 census, St. Thomas, Cheraws District, SC, Shows John Stroud household with 1 white male over 16, 4 white males under 16, and 2 white females | 1789 appraisal of John Gaw's estate | South Carolina roster of American Revolutionary War patriots lists John Gaw serving under John Calhoun, whom his widow Violet later remarried | This biography of Calvin H. Stroud mentions parents Joshua and Mary History of Vanderburgh County, Indiana, from the earliest times to the present, Brant & Fuller, p. 650 | Joshua Stroud is recorded as owning land in Miller Township, Indiana in 1815 p 458 of History of Dearborn, Ohio, and Switzerland Counties, Indiana, Weakly, Harraman, & Co 1885 | Joshua Stroud's 1831 land record
156: Biography of William Hampton Stroud, Jr. My research shows that our Stroud family originated in England. Interestingly, a William Stroud is mentioned on p. 132 of a book entitled, Indian Captivities, Being a Collection of the Most Remarkable Narratives of Persons Taken Captive by the North American Indians by Samuel G. Drake. In a 1745 narrative, a captive named Nehemiah How writes of being taken to the governor of Quebec where an Englishman William Stroud who “belonged to South Carolina” was also being held. This William Stroud was reported to be a “good interpreter” (of French) who had been held by the governor for fear he should travel to New England and “discover [the] strength” of the colonies. I thought it likely that he might be our William Stroud Sr. (b. 1699) – for how likely would it be that another William Stroud of British descent was in South Carolina before 1745? Our records contradict this by showing that William was born and buried in Ireland (but I don’t know how accurate these facts are, since I have not seen any supporting documents.) The first confirmed American immigrant in our Stroud family line was William Hampton Stroud, Jr. (sometimes referred to as “Old Will”), born in 1731 in Balleymoney, Antrim, Ireland, to William Stroud and Elizabeth Farmer. He married Sarah Elizabeth “Sally” Pickett in 1751. Around July 1762, Old Will sailed to South Carolina in the colonies and fought with the South Carolina Rangers during the French and Indian Wars. He later returned to Ireland to retrieve his wife and sons, William (“Will”), John (“Jack”), Thomas, Hampton, and Hardy (who may have been born en route), and sailed back to the colonies from Larne, Ireland on October 4, 1767 on the ship Snow Betty Gregg. The ship landed in Charleston in February 1768. Old Will received a Royal land grant, to be issued upon arrival, from Lord Governor Granville. His grant was for 450 acres of land along Rocky Creek in Craven County, which later became Camden District and Chester County. (One source says that Will owned 640 acres.) Though Old Will’s land was surveyed in 1768, he did not actually take ownership until 1771 because he was working as an indentured servant, likely to pay for his passage to the colonies and an additional debt that was incurred during the war. After taking possession of the land, William sold it to the Reverend William Martin in 1771, who had helped to bring about 1000 Scotch-Irish Presbyterian Covenanters from Ireland to escape religious oppression and discrimination. On this land and under the leadership of Rev. Martin, these groups built the Catholic Presbyterian Church (the term “Catholic” indicating that various Presbyterian groups worshiped there together). William and Sally Stroud’s family were congregants at this church, though they were referred to in Martin’s writings as “heathens” because they did not attend regularly. I have not found the writings of Rev. William Martin, but others report that they contain the recorded names of William and Sally Stroud's sons (but not their two daughters, Nancy and Elizabeth): Will (William III), Jack (John), Tom (Thomas) Hamp(Hampton), Hardy, Irby (Yerby, Erby), Ransom, and Anzil (James Ancil). When the British-colonial conflict broke out, Rev. Martin was a strong supporter of the patriots. Having sacrificed to free his fellow Covenanters from oppression in Ireland, he warned them in 1780 of the dangers of surrendering their new freedoms to the oppressive British rule and stirred his community into military action. Among the congregation that day was William Stroud, whose words in support of joining the American fight were recorded by contemporary Nancy Green (see right). According to a monument at the site of the church, Martin was taken prisoner by the British and his church and house were burned for his part in the rebellion.
157: As the minister quitted the stand, William Stroud stepped up to him. This man, with his sons was noted for strength and bravery. They were so tall in stature, that like Saul, they overlooked the rest of the congregation. He doubted not he said, that had heard of his “whipping the pets.” “I rather think,” he continued, “that some people will be a little on their guard how they go to Rocky Mount for their ‘tection papers! Yesterday I was down at old deaf Lot’s still-house; who do you think was there? John and Dick Featherstone! John said he had been to Rocky Mount to see the fine fellows, and they were so good to him to give him ‘tection. Do John, tell me what that is , I asked. He said it was a paper, and whoever had one was safe; Not a horse , cow or hog would the British take from him without paying two prices for it. So. John says I, I now know who told the British about large stock of cows which they drove off yesterday, knocking down Mrs. Stinson for putting up old Brindle in the horse stable, so as to keep one cow to give milk to the children! Now, John, since you have British ‘tection I will give you Whig ‘tection! With that I knocked him down; Dick came running up; I just gave him a kick in the front; he doubled up; John got up and ran for it; and Dick begged liked a whipped boy. I told him he might carry the news that ‘tection paper men should be whipped and have their cows taken from them to pay James Stinson for his. I think this is what you call the law of Moses! And as for these Britishers, if I don’t make old Nelly ring in their ears and be dad to them! Excuse me for swearing this time , if you please. Mr. Minister, here is old Bill- that is two; then here is young Will, Tom, Jack, Hamp, Erby, Ransom and Hardy, ;there are some girls, you know, and the baby, little Anzel. I have heard you say that children are the crown to old men who sit at the gate .” The manner in which this characteristic speech was delivered may be imagined Martin showed his acceptance of the proffered aid by taking William's hand and introducing him to Capt. Land. -- The Women of the American Revolution, Vol. 2, p. 126-128, (Nancy Green) by Elizabeth Fries Ellet, Baker and Scribner, NY, 1819 | In the Revolution, Old Will served as a wagoner militiaman who brought supplies to the troops and was wounded in action by a musket ball in the left shoulder. According to his pension application, this wound rendered his arm unusable for any useful labor thereafter. William died on December 10, 1812 before receipt of any service pension, but his son Hardy petitioned that the annuity be granted to him to pay his father’s debts. Our ancestor John “Jack” Stroud (William’s son) also served honorably in the Revolutionary war, along with his brothers who were old enough to fight. Complied by Valerie Kurtz Sources: History of the Presbyterian Church in South Carolina, Vol 2 by George Howe, D.D., Published 1883 by Walker, Evans & Cogswell, Charleston, SC Covenanter Meeting House Momument War Pension Application of William Stroud and subsequent Petiton of Hardy Stroud www.ourownhistory.blogspot.com/2012/06/stroud-family-which-now-brings-me-to-my.html www.trees.ancestry.com/tree/3938306/person/-1671472966/storyx/cb6943b0-9108-403f-b23e-da781072faa1?src=search www.archiver.rootsweb.ancestry.com/th/read/WALL/2000-09/0969383978 | Memorial to the American Revolution Patriots of the Catholic Presbyterian Church, including William Stroud and sons
158: Text of the 1811 War Pension Application of William H. Stroud, Jr. To the Honorable The President, and members of the Senate of So. Carolina. The petition of William Stroud humbly herewith. That your petitioner was a friend to his country and faithfully served the same both in the regular and militia service of the State during the struggles of the Revolutionary War. That he was wounded at the Congaree Fort, under the command of Gen. Sumpter when going the tour of duty called the rounds, by a musket ball from the British, which entered near the point of his left shoulder Blades, and ranged down the oin of his back and loged and was cut out with considerable difficulty and great pain. but your petitioner being then a man of a robust constitution who considerably advanced in life, did not find so much advantage therefrom, untill that his is now arriving at an old age of above 80 years, he has for a considerable length of time felt the serious effects thereof, so that his left arm the side on which he was wounded has become very much enfeebled from the effects thereof, and which unfits him for almost any kind of labour to support himself, and being entirely destitute of property, and no means of support but from the goodwill of others, he therefore throws himself upon the bounty of the country, and hopes that an honorable leglislature will grant him the benefit of that public relief for time to come which is usually extended to the War worn soldier in such cases. With such a sum for bakc arrears that he might have been justly entitled had he but made sooner application. And your petitioner as in duty bound will ever pray. William (His Mark) Stroud, 9 Nov 1811. We whose names are hereunto Subvented do hereby certify that we are acquainted with the within petitioner William Stroud, and believe that the contents of his petition is just and true and recommend bring to the attention of the Legislature agreeable to the Major thereof. Given under our hands this 22 Nov 1811. (list of names) I Certify the within named petitioner together with three of his sons, did in Aprl 1776, enlist in the 6th Regiment, and served faithfully, and that , about the last of July 1780, int eh Vicinity of Rockey Mount the day after the action. With Col. Turnbull at this place, the petitioner and three sons, joined their countrymen in the Army and again continued to act worthily in Mary 1781 at Granby, the petioner received a serious wound*but still continued to serve. Thos. Sumpter 26 Nov 1811 *********** To the Honrb. the President and Members of the Senate of the State of So. Carolina. The Petiton of Hardy Stroud of Chester Dist. hunbly herewith. That your petitioner's father William Stroud was placed on the pention list of this state December 1811, in consequence of wounds received during the Revolutioanry War. That the said William died the 10 day of December 1812 at which time there cut about one years anuiety due him. That pr*** cause to his receiving a pention and afterwards he resided with your petitioner and died, possessed of no property worth administering on, not even to pay the expenses and had contracted several small debts for which you4 petitioner is liable. He therefore prays the honorable Legislature would denote the Treasurer the said one year annuity due his father to your petitioner, as some reimbursement for his trouble and expences and the debts which he has to pay on his account. And your petitoner as in duty bound will ever Pray. Hardy Stroud. The petition of Hardy Stroud, praying that one years arears of pention unto his father Wm. Stroud, Decd. may be paid to him. W. McCreary Rev. Aud. Account of William Stroud AA7495, pg. 1v to 13v. South Car. Arch.
159: Land surveys for William Hampton Stroud, Jr. top: 1773 left: 1774 | from History of the Presbyterian Church in South Carolina by George Howe | Revolutionary War narrative by John Narramore that details the capture and hanging of William Stroud III ("Old Will"'s son) by British troops (Case Files of Pension and Bounty-Land Warrant Applications Based on Revolutionary War Service, compiled ca. 1800 - ca. 1912)
160: Four generations of Ruckert men: father Arthur, little John, great-grandfather Christ, and grandfather Charles, circa 1919 | "Christ" 's wife "Johanne" was married to a man named Christian Englebrecht, who died shortly after her son, Carl was born. Christ Ruchert adopted her three children and Charles (at least) later took Christ's surname. In his later years, Christ's family called him "the old man" or "the old grandpa." | news from the 1905 Door County Democrat (left) and the Door County Advocate 1882, 1885 (center, right)
161: Translation ~ Straulsund, November 9, 1870 The undersigned Royal Government hereby certifies that Carl Christoph Friedrich Ruchert from Jarkvitz, county of Ruegen, born on January 27, 1836, upon his request and in connection with his emigration to North America with his wife, Marie Ulrike Johanne, nee Sandstroem, born on August 29, 1829, and the following minor children in his custody: 1) his stepdaughter Caroline Marie Christiane Englebrecht, born September 14, 1854; 2) his stepdaughter Friederike Marie Wilhelmine Englebrecht, born June 21, 1857; 3) his stepson Carl Johann Gottlieb Englebrecht, born October 21, 1864; was granted the discharge from the Prussian vassalage. This discharge certificate, however, causes the loss of the Prussian vassalage of the above mentioned persons only upon the receipt of this certificate. The Royal Prussian Government signature | "Johanne" Sandstroem Ruchert photo taken just after her death in 1894 | Doug and Brady Kurtz visitng Ruckert Lane, named for the heritage of the Ruckert family in Ellison Bay, WI (2012)
162: 1866 NY Passengers Johann & Wilhelmina Salzseider and family, including Bertha, age 4, emigrating from Germany | Johann Wilhelm Salzsieder of Wangerin and his wife Wilhelmine Albertine, nee Brandt had the following children: 1. Bertha Emilie Johanne, born August 27, 1862 and baptized August 29. 2. August Heinrich Ferdinand born November 6, 1864, baptized August 20. This is certified on the basis of church records. Schenk (Minister) Church Seal of Kloetkow | Minnie's gravestone in Algoma, Wisconsin | On 10/20/13, I req'd a photo of the "Father" grave, if there is one (his name was not indexed in the findagrave cemetery database) - but it's actually not there bc he died in michigan. i found his grave and rqd a photo on 10/25 | The Germanic Built by Harland & Wolff Limited, Belfast, Northern Ireland, 1875. 5071 gross tons; 468 (bp) feet long; 45 feet wide. Compound engine, single screw. Service speed 16 knots. 1700 passengers ( 200 first class, 1500 third class ). Built for White Star and Dominion Lines, in 1875 and named Germanic. Liverpool-New York service. Won trans-Atlantic Blue Ribbon for speed in 1876. Source: www.ellisisland.org/shipping/ Formatship.asp?shipid=344 | 1900 census shows John & Minnie in Algoma Wisconsin | 1879 Land grant for Johann Salzsieder
163: Passenger list from the steamship Deutschland, arriving in New York from Bremen, Germany on June 24, 1872, lists Henry & Mary Ganzhorn with their eight children. | By 1880, Henry Ganzhorn had passed away. This census from Washington, Illinois shows Mary Ganzhorna as the head of her household. | sketch from www.maggieblanck.com/Blanck/BremenSailors.html | photo from Die Seeschiffe des Norddeutschen Lloyd by Arnold Kludas, (Herford: Koehler, c1991), p. 12 | gravestones of Henry and Mary Ganzhorn, Glendale Cemetery, Washington, Tazewell, Illinois | The Deutschland
164: i ordered his mil service record on 10/21 can rearrange and make more room on this 2-page spread | 1863 Civil War draft registration for Simon Miller listing his occupation as a barber (later census records list him as a "dry goods merchant" | 1860 naturalization record for Simon Miller | gravestones of Simon and Mary Miller in Washington, Illinois
165: 1865 City Directory, Peoria, Illinois Anna Mary listed as the widow of Peter | 1860 census - Anna Maria Muller living with son Simon and family in Washington, Illinois | 1885 gravestone of Simon's mother, Anna Maria Müller
166: 1870 census - Peter and Mary Thomas family living in Somers, Wisconsin | Peter Thomas appears on this 1845 passenger list from the ship Charleston, from Bremen to New York | 1859 naturalization record for Peter Thomas | 1860 grave of Peter's father, Nickolaus Thomas, in Paris, Wisconsin
167: 1870 census - Fred and Gertrude Thelen family living in Raymond, Wisconsin | Fred and Gertrude's gravestones in Caledonia, Wisconsin | Fred & Gertrude's son, George, ( Margaret's brother)
168: The 1859-60 Cleveland Directory lists John as a grocer (just as his son as listed in later years) | 1824 tax record for John Boltz in Guernsey, Ohio | John Boltz' grave in Cleveland, Ohio
169: August 26, 1841 marriage record | 1880 census - The Meyers living in Cleveland, Ohio | Philip Meyer's cemetery record
170: Great Grandparents | Parents | Grandparents | Hector Stewart born: Jan 12, 1839 Urquhart and Logie, Ross and Cromarty, Scotland married: cir 1875 died: Mar 18, 1913 Cleveland, Ohio, USA | (John Stewart was a carpenter ) | Hector Stewart | Katharine Fowler b: Dec 26, 1796 | James Gordon m: Mar 12, 1807 | Margaret Matheson | John Fowler m: Jan 28, 1796 | Katharine Mackay | Alexander Stewart | Janet McLennan | March 12, 1807 marriage record
171: John Stewart's baptism record January 26, 1813 | Church records from Urquhart and Logie Wester parish, County of Ross and Cromarty, Scotland | Katharine Fowler's baptism record December 26, 1796 | Margaret Stewart (widowed), living with children 1851 census | August 4, 1837 marriage record for John Stewart and Margaret Gordon | Hector Stewart (the elder)'s baptism record March 5, 1811 | January 28, 1796 marriage record for John Fowler and Katharine Mackay
172: A History of Gottfried Borlinghausen and Anna Kreitz Anna [Borlinghausen's] father, Gottfried Borlinghausen, was born 1811 in Germany. He married Anna Katherine Krentser [Don Boltz’ research says Kreitz]. Gottfried arrived in the Port of New York on August 6, 1844 on the Sailing Ship Sarah Sheafe by Captain William Gray from Antwerp. The ship berthed 401 - 12 children - 3 infants died. Gottfried brought with him 2 chests & 4 bedding. Gottfried was a tailor because the story is that he sat on a table cross-legged that is the European manner of a Taylor at work. Gottfried was 33 years, Anna was 25 years, [John] was 4 years and Anna was 2 years. He may have had as many as 12 children. Source: http://familytreemaker.genealogy.com/users/g/r/e/Kathleen-A-Greising/WEBSITE-0001/UHP-0122.html | The Gottfried and (Anna) Katharina Borlinghausen family living in Oak Creek, Wisconsin, 1850 census
173: The U.S. ship SARAH SHEAFE, 401 57/95 tons, was built at Portsmouth, New Hampshire, in 1824, and registered, probably mistakenly, as a brig, at New York on 23 October 1830. From 1825 until 1840 she sailed primarily between New York and either Liverpool or Belfast, with one arrival at New York from Pictou in 1837, and one from Buenos Aires in 1838. From 1840 through 1844, she sailed between New York and Antwerp, from 1842 as part of George F. Gerding's "Regular Line" of sailing packets between New York and Antwerp. She then disappeared from New York until 1849, when, rigged as a bark, she made two arrivals from Le Havre. I know nothing of her subsequent history or ultimate fate. Sources: Forrest R. Holdcamper, comp., List of American-flag Merchant Vessels that received Certificates of Enrollment or Registry at the Port of New York, 1789-1867 (Record Groups 41 and 36), National Archives Publication 68-10, Special Lists 22 (Washington, DC: National Archives and Records Service, 1968), p. 631; National Archives Microfilm Publication M237, rolls 7-82; Carl C. Cutler, Queens of the Western Ocean; The Story of America's Mail and Passenger Sailing Lines (Annapolis: United States Naval Institute, c1961), p. 397. Source: http://www.geocities.com/mppraetorius/com-sa.htm | August 6, 1844 passenger list for the SS Sarah Sheafe Gottfried, Anna Katharina and children John and Anna arrive in the port of New York from Antwerp, Belgium
174: Sebastian Reboulet Volunteer Private for the Union troops Civil War 1861-1862 History of Sebastian's Service in the 66th Regiment, Ohio Infantry: * Enrolled October 27, 1861 for three years’ service * Organized at Camp McArthur, Urbana, Ohio * Mustered in December 17, 1861 * Ordered to New Creek, W. Va., January 17, 1862 * Advanced toward Winchester, Va., March 7-15, 1862 * Provost duty at Martinsburg, Winchester and Strasburg till May * March to Fredericksburg, Va., May 12-21, 1862 * March to Port Republic May 25-June 7 * Battle of Port Republic June 9, 1862 – Missing in Action (taken as a prisoner of war) * Returned to service in confinement on September 18, 1862, only one day after the Battle of Antietam, the bloodiest one-day battle in American history * Discharged with disability on November 26, 1862 Battle of Port Republic - June 9, 1862 Following Confederate victory at Cross Keys on June 8, 1862, Gen. Stonewall Jackson concentrated his forces east of the South Fork of the Shenandoah River against two isolated Federal brigades. Jackson’s assaults across the bottomland were repulsed with heavy casualties, but a flanking column turned the Federal left flank at The Coaling, a charcoal-making operation. Federal counterattacks failed to re-establish the line, forcing Gen. Tyler to retreat. Confederate forces at Cross Keys marched to join Jackson at Port Republic, burning the North River Bridge behind them. Gen. John Frémont's army arrived too late to assist the Federals and watched helplessly from across the rain-swollen river. After these dual defeats at Cross Keys and Port Republic, the Union armies retreated. The twin victories left Jackson in control of the southern and central Shenandoah Valley, freeing his army to move east to reinforce Gen. Robert E. Lee in the defense of Richmond. (from www.shenandoahatwar.org/The-History/The-Battles/Battle-of-Port-Republic) | LC Civil War Maps (2nd ed.) H96, Published 1886, http://memory.loc.gov
175: Civil War records for Sebastian Reboulet
176: Francis and Therese with daughter Mary Florence living in Liberty Township, Pennsylvania in 1860 | Marriage record for Francis Liette and his second wife, Clara Herkenrider in 1886
177: France in 1800 The blue star indicates the region where Francois was born (Frahier) Map from: L'Empire Francais, divise en 110 departemens avec les principaux chefs lieux. Picquet sculpt., Delamarche, Charles Francois (A Paris, chez Delamarche, Geogr., ca. 1800)
178: Christina Fischer Braun's grave Old St. Joseph's Cemetery Wapakoneta, Auglaize, Ohio | Robert Braun's grave Old St. Joseph's Cemetery Wapakoneta, Auglaize, Ohio | June 17, 1834 marriage record for Robert Braun and Christina Fischer | From History of Western Ohio and Auglaize County, C.W. Williamson, Press of W.M. Linn & Sons, Columbus Ohio, 1905 | This is a record stating that a Robert Braun served as a private in the 58th Regiment of the Ohio Infantry in the Civil War, seeking war records???
179: The Wapakoneta Bee, 1878 obituary for Robert Brown (Braun) | A History of Robert Braun and Christina Fischer Robert Braun and Christina Fisher [Lawrence’s parents] were married July 17, 1834 at Columbiana Co., Ohio by Rev. J. M. Henni, who was later Bishop of Milwaukee, Wisc. In the fall of 1840, Christina Braun (wife of Robert Braun) at New Riegel, Ohio, received word that her father (Ignatius Fisher) was dying at Fryburtg, Ohio, a distance of about 70 miles. Walking two days, spending the night at a settler’s cabin, and carrying her infant child, Otillia, she arrived at her father’s house to find him dead on September 11, 1840. In 1850, having a family of nine children, and being generous of heart, they adopted a 3-year-old boy, Pius Hankey, who died September 18, 1906. In the year of 1857 Robert Braun moved his family to Auglaize County, Ohio. On August 2, 1914 a reunion of the Fisher and Braun families was held at the fairgrounds at Wapakoneta, Ohio and there were 143 descendants attended – including Frank and Elizabeth Ribley with their children Robert 11, Bernadine 9, Adrian 4, and Paul not quite 2. We have a picture of the whole group – which also included Lawrence and Rachael Brown. From an historical account by Bernadine Ribley (my Great “Aunt B.” and my grandpa Paul’s sister ) – 1977 | From History of Auglaize County, vol. 1, edited by William J. McMurray, Historical Publishing Co., Indianapolis ,1923 | 1850 gravestone of Christina's mother, Helena (Lamm) Fischer, "wife of Ignaz" in Pusheta, Ohio, alongside her son, Michael (d. 1841)
180: . | Peter & Mary Nierengarten Family living in Pusheta, Ohio, 1880 US census
181: A History of Peter & Mary Nierengarten Rachael’s parents, Peter and Mary Nierengarten, lived with their family in St. Cloud, Minn. As there were many Indians around, the menfolk never left home at night and during the day they would tell the women not to go outside unless a man was there, as they didn’t want to come home and find a bunch of scalped women – ya understand? In the winter the snow was so deep that the clothes line laid on top of the snow. If they ran out of wood the men would grumble – now why didn’t I bring in more wood – now I gotta dig a tunnel through the snow out to the woodpile. They lived close to a river where they shared a skiff with some friends on the other side and down a ways. When the neighbor wanted to use the skiff he would yell “Hey-y-y Pete” and Pete would row the skiff over to him. As the years went by the snow became too much to cope with, and they moved to Wapakoneta, Ohio. One wonders how they came to choose a town so far away. Rachael made her First Communion in Wapakoneta on April 3, 1869 at the age of 8. We have her framed First Communion Certificate. They later moved to Lima, Ohio where they lived a short time, then on to Twelve Mile, Ind. and finally to Remington, Ind. where Peter died a short time later. Mary lived alone after that and died at the age of 90. She was very tiny and before she died she asked her daughter Mabel to rock her. However, Mabel had a bad back and couldn’t lift her so a neighbor came in and rocked her like she was a small child. From an historical account by Bernadine Ribley (my Great “Aunt B.” and my grandpa Paul’s sister ) – 1977
182: Passenger list for the SS Palatia shows Barbara Denma arriving in New York with her son-in-law, Johann Krenn on December 18, 1898 | Barbara living with her daughter Anna in Visalia, California in 1920 | SS Palatia | Built by A/G Vulcan Shipyard, Stettin, Germany, 1894. 7326 gross tons; 460 (bp) feet long; 52 feet wide, engines, twin screw. Service speed 13 knots. 2060 passengers ( 60 first class, 2000 third class ). Built for Hamburg-American Line, German flag, in 1894 and named Palatia. Mediterranean-New York; Hamburg-New York service. Sold to Additional Arrivals, in 1904 and renamed Nikolaiev. Russian Navy service. Renamed Norodovoletz in 1917. Also Russian Navy service. Salvaged and scrapped in 1925. photo and info from: www.ellisisland.org/shipping/Formatship.asp?shipid=663, Frank Pichardo Collection
183: Index of Names | Denma, Barbara p. 168 Bertschinger, Hans Heinrich p. 138-141 Borlinghausen, Gottfried p. 158-159 Borlinghausen, John p. 158-159 Borlinghausen (m. Horten), Anna p. 158-159 Boyer, Oliver p. 136 Boyer (m. Kerns), Elizabeth p. 136-137, 143 Brandt, Wilhelmina Albertine p. 148 Braun, Robert Rupert p. 164-165 Brown(Braun), Lawrence p. 128-133, 165 Brown (m. Ribley), Elizabeth p. Bussey??? (m. Liette), Mary Therese p. Englebrecht, Caroline Marie Christiane p. 147 Englebrecht, Friederike Marie Wilhelmine p. 147 Englebrecht(Ruckert), Charles (Carl) Johann Gottlieb p. 147 Fischer, Ignatius p. 165 Fischer (m. Braun), Christina p. 164-165 Fowler, John p. 156-157 Fowler (m. Stewart), Katharine p. 156-157 Ganzhorn, Henry p. 149 Gaw, John p. 144-145 Gaw (m. Stroud), Mary p. 144-145 Gordon, James p. 156 Gordon (m. Stewart), Margaret p. 156-157 Graff (m. Bertschinger), Anna p. 138-141 Hankey, Pius p. 165 Kerns, George Monroe p. 136, 143 Kerns, James p. 136-137, 143 Kerns, John p. 138-141 Kerns, Adam Michael, Sr. p. 138-141 Kerns, Michael p. 138-141 Kerns (m. Boyer), Isabell p. 136 Kessler, p. 143 Komyen, Gertrude p. 153 Kreitz (m. Borlinghausen), Anna Katharina p. 158-159 Krenn, Johann (John) p. 134-135 Krenn, Julias p. 134 Krenn, Cornelia p. 134 Krenn, Augusta p. 134 Liette, Francis p. Liette (m. Ribley), Mary Florence p. 126-127 Mackay (m. Fowler), Katharine p. 156-157 Mangold (m. Müller), Anna Maria p. 152 | Matheson (m. Gordon), Margaret p. 156 McClain (m. Stroud), Ellen p. 142 McClanahan, Thomas p. 138-141 McClanahan (m. Kerns), Mary p. 138-141 McLennan (m. Stewart), Janey p. 156 Messersmith, Katharina p. 154-155 Meyer, Philip p. 154-155 Miller (m. Müller), Simon p. 150-151 Nierengarten, Peter p. 166-167 Nierengarten, Mabel p. 167 Nierengarten (m. Brown), Rachael p. 128-133, 167 Pence (m. Persinger), Catherine p. 138-141 Pennington (m. Kerns), Mary p. 138-141 Perdschinger(Persinger), Jacob p. 138-141 Persinger (m. Kerns), Elizabeth p. 138-141 Pickett (m. Stroud), Sarah Elizabeth "Sally" p. 144-145 Reboulet, Sebastian p. 160-161 Reboulet(Ribley), Joseph J. p. 126-127 Reichert, Mary p. 149 RENAI? (m. Nierengarten), Mary p. 166-167 Ribley, Bernadine p. 132-133, 167, 165 Ribley, Frank p. Ruchert, Carl Christoph Friedrich p. 146-147 Salzieder, Johann Wilhelm p. 148 Sandstroem (m. Ruchert), Marie Ulrike Johanne p. 147 Schulein, Maria Magdalena p. 150-151 Smith (m. Stroud), Jane p. 142 Sommer (m. Krenn), Anna p. 134-135 Stewart, Hector (1839) p. 156 Stewart, John p. 156-157 Stewart, Hector (ca. 1790) p. 156-157 Stewart, Alexander p. 156 Strother (m. McClanahan), Margaret p. 138-141 Stroud, Allen p. 142-145 Stroud, Joshua p. 144-145 Stroud, John Jack p. 144-145 Stroud, William Hampton, Jr. p. 144-145 Stroud, Joshua (cir. 1840) p. 142 Stroud (m. Hawkins), Helen E. p. 142 Stroud (m. Kerns), Keziah p. 142 Thelen, Frederick p. 153 Thomas, Peter p. 153 | unknown, (m. Gaw), Violet p. 144-145 unknown, (m. Thomas), Mary p. 153 Wipert, p. 143