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Celia Marion Joyce Moller 1898-1961

Celia Marion Joyce Moller

When Celia Marion Joyce was born on March 18, 1898, in Derry, New Hampshire, her father, William Lawrence Joyce, was 22, and her mother, Olive Annis Watts, was 24. She married Charles Edwin Moller on December 25, 1919, in her hometown. They had seven children in 12 years. She died on June 11, 1961, in Hartford, Connecticut, at the age of 63, and was buried in Manchester, Connecticut.

13 Jun 1961 Hartford, CT

The children of Marion Joyce and Charles Edwin Moller are listed below:

children of celia and charles

 

Charles and Celia Moller

Martha Ellen Spruhan 1918-1991

One of my father’s first cousins was Martha Ellen Spruhan.  On my Family Tree on  Ancestry.com, I have done extensive research on the short life of Garrett Denny Spruhan, who was Martha’s father. He died at the age of 28. He had married Marion Parks at the age of 25 and they had their only child, a daughter, Martha Ellen Spruhan (the subject of this blog.) 

Martha Ellen was not yet a year old at the time of her father’s decease.

Martha Ellen was born on March 3, 1918 in Terre Haute, Indiana. She died in 1991 at the age of 73 in Rockford, Illinois. During much of her life she resided in Chicago, Illinois.

Martha E. Terrill from the Register Star, Rockford Ill, May 24, 1991

The 1940 census shows that Martha who was still single at age 22, lived with her widowed mother at the home of her maternal grandparents, the Parks of Chicago at 7523 Seeley Avenue. This same census indicates that she was employed as a corespondent for a mail order.

At age 23 Martha was married Earl B. Terrill, Jr. They had 2 sons. Martha’s husband seems to have applied and received several patents.

This is the death notice for Martha Ellen’s husband:Earl B. Terrill, Jr. 12 Nov 1966 Chicago Tribune, IL

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Adeline Wiesner 1912-1978

Adeline Wiesner

When Adaline Wiesner was born on September 21, 1912, in Wisconsin, her father, Jacob, was 33 and her mother, Emma, was 32. She married Lloyd Corbisier on January 21, 1934.
They had three children during their marriage. At the age of 61 she divorced Lloyd. She died on December 21, 1978, in Sturgeon Bay, Wisconsin, at the age of 66, and was buried
there.

It was difficult to research the life of Adeline. I found some date details, but was unable to find the “story” of her life. Adeline was an older sister to direct descendant Norbert “Nick” Wiesner. Adeline was 5th in the birth order and descendant Nick was the 7th in birth order and he was also the youngest child.

Adeline was born on September 21, 1912 in Wisconsin. Her mother was Emma Bork born in 1880 and her father was Jacob Wiesner, Jr. born in 1878.

In the 1930 census, Adeline was 18 years old and lived in Nasewaupee, Door, WI. She still lived with her parents but lists her occupation as seamstress in a dress making shop. Her father lists his occupation as farmer on a dairy farm.

On January 21, 1934 she was 21 years old and joined in marriage to Lloyd Corbisier.
A private law (see attached-next page) indicates that Lloyd was occupied for some time by the U.S. postal service in Sturgeon Bay, Wisconsin.

A 1958 city directory from Green Bay, Wisconsin, shows his occupation as construction.
A Wisconsin divorce index shows that at the age of 61, Adeline divorced Lloyd. She died at the age of 66 in Sturgeon Bay, Door, Wisconsin and was buried there.

Burial:
Schumacher Cemetery
Sturgeon Bay
Door County
Wisconsin, USA
Plot: Section 2

Lloyd’s grave marker indicates
that he is a U.S. Navy veteran.
Burial:
Stevenson Cemetery
Door County
Wisconsin, USA

Adeline and Lloyd had 2 or 3 children. I was able to find documentation of their two sons, and only some slight evidence of a daughter.

These children would have been the 1st cousins of Eugene Norbert Wiesner.
Some evidence suggests the daughter’s name was Marlene. No other information available. The eldest of the two boys was James Larry Corbisier 1935-1989.
The youngest son was Robert Roland Corbisier 1937-1989 from Sturgeon Bay, Wisconsin.
see photo of grave marker on next page.

Schmiling Family History and Memories from newspaper and family stories

From Ahnapee Record Thursday, May 25, 1893

Mrs. Chas. Schrailing

“Maria, widow of Chas. Schmiling, died last Thursday, May 18, 1893, at the home of her son, Albert Schmiling, in the town of Ahnapee. Mrs. Schmiling was one of the pioneer settlers of Ahnapee; she was held in high esteem by neighbors and friends. She had been an invalid for a number of years, her disease becoming more complicated this spring and developing into dropsy from which she died.

Mrs. Schmiling’s maiden name was Maria Westphal. She was born in Zarpen, Pomerania, June 4, 1814. In 1835, she was married to Charles Schmiling, who died in Ahnapee town in 1885. Nine children were born to them, four of whom are still living. Henry Schmiling, of this city, Albert Schmiling and Mrs. Chas Damas of Ahnapee town and Mrs. Chas Noll, of Waterford. She came with her husband to America in 1857, and settled in the town of Ahnapee where she had ever since resided.

The funeral took place last Saturday from the Evangelical Lutheran Church in this city. Rev. F. J. Eppling officiating, and was numerously attended. Among those present at the funeral from abroad, was Mrs. Chas Noll, daughter of the deceased, of Waterford, Wis.”

Also, on the same page as the above:

“A band of gypsies have gone into camp near Albert Schmiling farm on the north river road. There are about fifteen people in the band and they are a motley looking set. They have about a dozen horses and mules with them. Fortune telling is an important factor in their business and through it they add many dollars, it is said, to their store of cash. The camp is visited quite extensively, though principally by those only who are curious to see how the wondering homeless people live and work.”

Albert and Johanna

I know nothing of Albert’s early life. I assume he was a typical farm boy of his time with a minimum of education and plenty of chores around the farm. His older brother, Henry, served in the Civil War but Albert would have been too young.

The earliest I can recall anything that was said about Albert was that he fell hook, line and sinker for his cousin Johanna. This according to Minnie. She said she understood Albert had gone out with other girls. Johanna, or Hanna, for short, came over with her parents, Gotlieb and Caroline Grunewald, in 1872, from the Kolberg area of Prussia. (There are also other spellings of Grunewald.) She was eighteen at the time. Johanna’s mother was Albert’s right aunt, or his father’s sister. Hanna was about three years younger than Albert.

I’m almost positive Albert knew of his cousin before he met her. There must have been some letters going to Germany as well as some from there to here.

Albert and Hanna were married June 20, 1874, two years after she came here. They had seven children who lived to adulthood.

*Hanna’s parents settled on a farm near Kolberg, Door County.

Albert must have started dairy farming on a larger scale than his father, Charles.
He had a fairly large dairy barn built. The basement area could hold about a dozen cows
and a pen for young stock. It had a mow overhead. The basement part was about thirty
by thirty plus a 30 f t . mow and thrash floor at ground level about 60 f . i n all by 30
f t . wide. Part of t h i s barn still stood until 1939. The ground level part, or north end, was torn down i n 1917 to make way for the new barn built by Herman. The rest was
torn down to make room for the present machine shed and granary, again by Herman.
Before the Civil War, wheat and peas were major crops in Wisconsin. When the western
lands opened up the land here got to be too expensive for such crops, so dairying was
pushed. At first, cows were only milked during the summer months. The cheese factories
closed down as colder weather came and pasture was gone. Albert held a check too long,
according to Herman, and, the owner of the cheese factory had taken the money out of the checking account. Albert had to see him personally to get his money.
Women used to make butter at home from what ever milk they could get in winter. They
tried to get enough extra to sell in town to help pay for groceries.
According to Herman Welter, who owned the present Elbert Schmiling place, Albert had
a very commanding voice. He could be at the far corner of the farm and still shout instructions to his sons, Carl and Hugo, as they worked near the buildings.
About 1888, Albert built the brick house on the home farm, now owned by Clarence and
Anna Mae Alexander. Herman Schmeling remembers him saying many times about how all the things that could fit into a pocket, like door hinges, locks and nails were the most
expensive items to buy.
Ed Paape’s father was the carpenter who started the house. The Paape’s l i v e d just
north of the Hilton’s, or, present day, Stoller farm. I remember Ed as being somewhat
older than my father, Herman, but I don’t know his father’s name. Paape had much of the framing up when a big wind storm blew the entire thing down. He became disgusted as he looked over the mess and told Albert he was too busy to clean up the wreckage and start over. After some delay, Paape managed to get another carpenter to take over.
During the great fire of 1871, also called Peshtigo Fire, my brother Walter, recalls
hearing that the fire truck in the area during thrashing season, and, the men in the
area, and, I assume, this included Charles and Albert, helped move a thrashing machine to Lake Michigan so it wouldn’t be burned. Thrashing machines were scarce items, and,
thrashing by hand didn’t appeal to the area men. I don’t think any fire struck the home
farm, Walter said the Kolberg area, in Door County, had quite a bit of damage and the
area was just starting to green up the next year when Johanna and her parents arrived.
At the 100th anniversary of St. Paul’s Lutheran Church, in Algoma, the son of a —
former pastor was preaching the sermon. He was recalling some of the things his father
told him about the Algoma area. He mentioned how the fire of 1871 raced toward the church on gale force winds. The men did all they could to beat back the fire in the area of the church but the wind was very strong and at last when it seemed hopeless, the pastor had everyone kneel down to pray and, shortly thereafter, the wind switched. The fire moved in a different direction and the church was spaired. Incidentally, Charles was a charter member of St. Paul’s.
When Albert died in the accident with the train, Hanna had what might be termed a
nervous breakdown. She was unable to function as either a mother, or manager of a farm. Carl and Hugo were already married and on their respective farms. That left Minnie, Martha, Herman, Elsie and Hulda at home. If my figures are right, Hanna was 49, Carl was about 29, Herman 19 and Hulda 9. Charlie Krause was appointed overseer, or guardian, of the ones at home. (Charlie Krause was the father of August and Martin Krause and lived in what I remember as the Martin Krause farm, near present Elbert Schmiling place.) Hanna’s sister-in-law, Ida Meister Grunwald, took Hanna to her farm home i n the Kolberg area. I don’t know how; she accomplished it, but, I understand she worked Hanna from dawn to dusk, never giving her time to think about herself, (source, Bertha Heuer, daughter of Gothilf and Ida). Ida was also a widow at the time. I don’t know anything about Ida, but, I recall Herman saying Hanna had only one brother, Gothilf. He was a hunch back as the result of a bad fall as a baby. He had red hair and a number of his children have red hair.
Charlie Krause used to try and come in on a daily basis to see that things ran
smoothly. I don’t know how long this went on, but it must have been for at least a
year. Hanna did return , but she never recovered completely. She seemed like a
frightened woman, afraid of any change. Herman, and, I guess, the rest of her children,
had a hard job convincing her to s e l l the farm to Herman. I don’t know how the farm
was operated during this time but Hanna must have had a widow’s share of the farm if
she didn’t own it all herself. There were things Herman wanted to do and improvements
he wanted to make. He especially wanted to build a new barn. It took from 1903, when
Albert died, until 1917 before Hanna sold the farm to Herman, with a bond of support.
What I remember mostly about Hanna was that she was an invalid . We had to bring
her to the table i n a wheel chair. She was bedridden f o r the last year of her l i f e.
She died on the Easter weekend of March 27, 1937. She and Albert are buried on the
Evergreen Cemetery, on Hy. 54, west of Algoma.
I remember Bertha Gruendeman, Hanna’s sister , living with us. Bertha was blind,
having had an operation f o r cataracts that wasn’t successful. The two old ladies used
to sit in the front room and talk for hours. They talked about things that happened
yesterday, last year, and, a l l the way back to their girlhood in Prussia. Bertha was
married before she came here and did not come with her parents like Hanna did. I remember her saying the year they got here was a very early spring. It got so warm a
few of the farmers planted grain the last week’ of February. Most farmers wouldn’t take
such a chance. As it turned,out, the early birds got the worm. It turned rather nasty
after that, never too cold, but, with some snow and later rains. Spring planting got to
be late. There was a dry spell and grain didn’t do well. The farmers who planted early
had a good crop.
These are recollections from my brothers, Walter and Reuben, and some from what I
remember. Living with a grandmother in your home brings in quite a number of older
relatives. They are bound to speak of things gone by and little people have big ears,
There may be errors in this history, but, it is the best of my recollections. I welcome
any comments, additions, or recollections from any family member to help make this a more complete history.

Lloyd Schmeling
March 13, 1984
Note: The Carl Schmiling I refer to, as a reference source, should not he confused with
Charles, who sometimes signed his name Carl, especially on the warranty deed conveying the farm, to Albert, Charles, or Chas., also called Carl, was born i n 1811, i n Prussia. The Carl I refer to for reference was my oldest uncle born in 1875, and, the one I went to for information right after my father’s funeral.

Ole Engebretsen Viste 1869-1936

Ole Viste

Ole Viste

Viste Family about 1921

OLE ENGEBRETSEN VISTE When Ole Engebretsen Viste was born on October 22, 1869, in Viste, Oppland, Norway, his father, Engebret, was 51 and his mother, Ragnhild Knudsdatter Windingstad was 45. He arrived in the United States on June 15, 1882 at the age of 12.

He married Emma Olson on June 6, 1900, in Forestville, Wisconsin.

Marriage of Ole Viste to Emma Olson on 6 June 1900

He became a naturalized citizen of the United States on September 7th, 1910 at the age of 40.

Ole Viste naturalization 7 Sept 1910

Ole and Emma had 7 children in 19 years. His daughter Olive Viste would become the direct ancestor of our family.

Ole and Emma Viste's children

He died on April 1, 1936, in Forestville, Wisconsin, at the age of 66, and
was buried in Door County, Wisconsin.

http://genealogytrails.com/wis/door/history/history1917_chapter47.htm This link tells about the history of Doorbanks, WI and the Norwegian community early settlers.

Ole Viste death 4.10.1936 Door Co. Adv.

10 April 1936 The Door County Advocate

 

Grave marker for Ole Viste

Henrietta’s letter to her daughter-in-law Gretchen

Note to the reader: Henrietta called her sons by their middle names. Therefore, in this letter, George is called “Kellogg” and Robert is called “Larry”.

June 27, 1966

Dear Gretchen;

Two days ago — June 25th – I had my 45th wedding anniversary. I have been doing a whole lot of thinking about the past. I have thought about my youth, how I met my husband in the Epworth League of the Austin Methodist Church, our marriage, our early years together,the first child we longed for so much, etc.

I thought that I should write to you about a lot of things that you know nothing of whatsoever, for, you and I have had very, very few visits together.

1 was born in the city of Chicago. I started my schooling in that city, but, since father was a member of the New York Stock Exchange as well as the go Stock Exchange, we moved to New York City. Shortly before I met my husband, we returned to Chicago and lived first in Austin and then later on in Oak Park. These were a far cry from the country where I lived when first I met you. So you see, Gretchen, I am truly not a country woman.

Now, let me say a word about our elder child. He was the most difficult person to raise that was ever born. He yelled and screamed from morning until night and, alas, also during the night as well, He brought down upon my head the condemnation of people who lived in our apartment building, which, by the way, was a very big and fancy apartment building. The people reported me to the Child Welfare Department, to the Police Department and all the agencies they could think of and stated that I neglected him. Each time a representative came, they found our Doctor, who lived next door to us, working on the proposition of quieting his screaming. The Doctor Dr. Gifford sent them all away, saying that he had personally called on the child each and every day of the child’s life but to that time had not able to quiet him for some reason. I walked the streets with him screaming bloody murder in his carriage and people stopped me and tried to tell me what to do for him. But— all agreed, he did not look unhealthy nor neglected. Finally, we tried to get the famous L. Emmet Holt to take him on but the nurse said he could not do so because Dr. Holt was leaving that very day for Europe. We finally got to New Jersey’s famous baby dietitian Dr. H. B. Harris — the man who delivered Larry. Well — Gretchen, we had a tough problem! As the years went on, he was no less a problem, but, the problem was of a different sort.

I would like to leave the problem of Kellogg for a while and go to the problem of Larry. —— Larry’s youth, accidents, etc.

When Larry was a very small child, we lived in Oak Park and it was at the Oak Park school that we met head-on with one of the most dreadful pronouncements from our Doctor. Larry took sick and by the time Dr. Keane arrived, Larry was unconscious. George had to work that night so he was not home when Dr. Keane said – “I will carry him out to the car for you while you pack a little handbag for Kellogg, give him note and drop him off at his grandmother’s house” . Mother lived down the street just a few blocks. So – I put a note on the front door for George to the effect that Larry was unconscious and Dr. Keane had said that if we hurried, we might be able to save his life. Gretchen, that was the most harrowing drive I ever made. The Dr. rushed to the phone and contacted one of Chicago’s most noted surgeons a J. J.Meany – Then, Dr. Keane rushed to the hospital. When I neared the Hospital, there was a policeman who told me that the child was to be driven down the last two blocks on the sidewalk instead of the street because, he had been informed that if he was shaken up by being driven on the rough city street, it would be certain death.

When we got to the Emergency Door, an orderly was there and Larry was gently eased onto a stretcher and hurried up for surgery. Dr. Meany had a hurried blood test made, Larry came to for just a second or so and said “Dr•– you fix me”. The doctor was not a man to go to pieces easily but Gretchen, they had me hold Larry’s hand while they gave him the anesthetic. While they were doing that, Dr. Meany had every one in the operating room pray most of them praying right out loud and not a bit ashamed of so doing. Larry was in very, very bad way, Gretchen. You see the appendix had burst.

Well when he was opened, things were so violently full of pus, they could not do anything but insert a tube and let the appendix rot and drain away. Things went from bad to worse, Gretchen. In a day or so, they had a big consultation over him. They came to us and told us that they were to bring a whole lot of equipment into his room and they were going to perform a whole lot of vital tests. One thing they said -” if there is at this time any active TB germs in him, he is through.” They then placed a second tube in him to make drainage better. They found no active TB so they had a fighting chance but not to hope for too much. We sat there day and night. George said “Mother, we may go broke over this, but, if we get him out alive, we can take it.”

Finally, Larry got home a very week and poorly lad. Somehow, he got a germ of the nature of a flu germ, so they said. Anyway — all of a sudden, his eardrum just exploded. There was no pus or drainage from it. George worked at the Commonwealth Edison Company and they loaned us the very finest Violet Ray machine that was manufactured. We used it faithfully as directed but, Gretchen, he got no better whatsoever. They tried cod liver oil but soon found he had an allergy for that so it was promptly abandoned.

Dr. Meany was a man whose office calls, were a minimum of $50 for he was a big and expensive man. He admired all of us a great deal and got into his car and drove over to Benton Harbor and had our hired man, Albert Keeler, show him our house. It was a nice, modern house, etc. Dr. Meany had a consultation with a blood specialist and Dr. Keane and another doctor whom I don’t know, but they gave it to us straight from the shoulder – I was to take Larry to the country immediately or he would not live the summer out. George had a very fine position and he had to go with us for there were things that no woman could do all alone such as building an enclosure in which Larry could be sun bathed a certain amount of time each day etc. Then, we were directed to get a Jersey cow and give Larry the cow’s milk before the gases had escaped from it — give him fresh milked milk. Since he had an allergy for cod liver oil, they gave him irradiated Viosterol and had me put a quart of cod liver oil In each bag of chicken feed so he would benefit from the chicken’s enriched eggs, etc. , etc.

Gretchen, George worked his way through the University of Michigan all alone. He had gotten on top of the heap and had a very, very fine job. This he gave up in order to save the life of Larry. To be sure, Larry, seems to have no appreciation of what It meant to give up our whole way of life in order to save his. I was stranger in a strange country for as I explained before, I was NOT  country woman. Neither, for that matter, was George a country man. True, he was born right there in our house, but, he went away from home to Chicago to work and earn enough to put himself through the University of Michigan. Truly, Gretchen, I personally think that Larry’s father deserves a great deal of kindly affection for the love he poured out on Larry, giving up, as he did, all that he had struggled so hard to attain. 

Now, Gretchen, there are a few things that I do not think you know about our life on the farm. When we first went to the farm, I was frightened to death for I had never had anyone in my whole family who had farmed. I used to  look at the trees and wonder how, oh how, could they produce enough money for us to live on. Trees gave one crop a year! I was used to money each and every month. My fears, Gretchen, were very, very real and ever present .

Let’s take another section of Larry’s life. He is so very proud of his children. I sometimes wonder if that is really because he thinks his children are the eleventh wonders of the world, or, whether he realizes in the back of his mind how nearly he came to being an eunuch! Let me tell you all about this.

When we went to the farm there were horses. We got rid of horses and bought a tractor. So we sold all of the hay that was in the barn so we could get something fresh to feed the Jersey cows we had bought to get the proper milk for Larry. The hay-mow was devoid of hay except for the wee bit of chaff that clung to the ground. We were picking apples that fateful day and the boys were going to help us when the men came up from the orchard with the apples and helped us grade and pack them . While we were waiting, Kellogg and Larry went into the hay section of the barn and climbed up on top of the high platform. I heard Kellogg say: “One for the money, two for the show” I dashed in just in time to prevent him from jumping from the high platform down to the basement of the barn onto the hard ground for there was NO HAY there to cushion fall. I shouted: “You get down from there P. D.Q.” Now Larry was climbing up to do his jumping too. He thought I didn’t see him and he slid down a pole. Gretchen there was a big, rusty nail sticking out from that pole. Larry snagged himself on it and his testicles came right out into the open. I rushed to George In the apple barn and told him. We lost no time contacting the finest child specialist in Benton Harbor a Dr. Rosenberry. He said for heaven’s sake rush him right down to his place that he had an emergency operating room and he would take care of him. George . George put Larry in the car and he and I got in in our farm work clothes and rushed Larry downtown. Dr. Rosenberry took one look and trembled with fear. Benton Harbor had a very fine surgeon who operated everywhere in our county. He was Dr. Frank King, Sr. He came in took one look rushed out and got his personal nurse. He had the desk clerk phone to the drug store for tetanus shots. They couldn’t deliver it right away so he had me take it on the run for the tetanus shot stuff while he had George sort of hold Larry on the operating table while they gave him a local anesthetic. It was . really quite an operation and it probably would have been better to have had him in the Mercy Hospital but time was the essence. They operated, sterilized the wound, pushed the testicles back in, sewed the bag up, administered the tetanus shot and as I remember it gave us something to relieve the agonizing pain he was to have,

He was bound up — bandaged, I guess I should say. He was put on George ‘s outstretched arms on a sort of slab so he would not have a strain on the injured place. We took him home and put him gently on his bed all stretched out like a “stiff” . That is the way it had to be we had to carry him each day to the Doctor in that manner on outstretched arms on something stiff so the doctors could watch how things went. Gretchen, I am making the least of this that I can for I don’t want to stretch the affair out too much for there is more to come about Larry. A boy in the country is not like a little girl in the city, or, for that matter, like a little boy in the city. But for the skill of the two surgeons and the promptness with which George got Larry down to them, Larry would truly have been barren man – no children to be proud of or anything. A eunuch.

NEVER A DULL MOMENT

The boys had done quite a bit of stuff around the house so we thought that they could go do some playing for all work and no play makes a dull boy, so they say.

They had quite a bit of lumber around the barn and we said, surely, they could use it, and go out to the pond and build themselves a raft. The pond was not deep and dangerous but wet!

They put the boards on the truck, gathered some nails and couple of hammers and went merrily on their way to build a raft and be Robinson Crusoes. Not long afterward, they came home and both went into the bathroom. Larry said he hurt his hand a little. Kellogg got out the mercurochrome etc. , and they fixed it up. Finally, Larry came to us and said “you’ve got to do something for this hand, – it hurts like everything.” Well, it was on a day when I could not raise a doctor anywhere. Certain days, the medics in Benton Harbor took day off and that was the day!

George felt of the hand and said, he thought that perhaps if I could make some splints, he could hold the hand while I put the splints on and bound it up. This we did. The next day we saw Dr. Burrell. He looked at things and said believed we should let it alone for a time for it seemed to be fixed as good as could fix it. Then at a later date, Dr. Burrell looked at the hand and and gave it the OK.

Well, we went through quite a time with Dr. Burrell’s help but finally the hand was out in the open and according to the Doctor, as good as new. Larry went to school. It was the custom of our boys, the Miller children and the little boy at the Semperts (Buddy) to walk home what we called cross -lots. That is they would walk catercornered across Frank Richdale’s farm and ours. Well, Fred Sempert had raised what he called “banana melons” just for fun and he brought one over to us. We were standing out in front of the barn talking and laughing about the queer fruit when the Sam Braudo farm truck came along with all of the kids on the truck. Larry went to the rear of the truck expecting Braudo’s hired man to stop and let him off. No siree the man put on the brakes, then put on the and hit a big bump in the road and Larry went down like a ton of rocks. Fred, George and I rushed out to him as he laid there in the roadway. He was bleeding at the mouth and was also unconscious.

We sent for Dr. Burrell. He came out and thought that perhaps Larry had had some internal injury, or a concussion. Blood just gushed out of his mouth. Dr. Burrell, George, Fred, and I watched over him for hours. Finally Fred had to go home so it was Dr. Burrell, George and I who did the watching. For two days and two nights, Gretchen, Larry was as one dead. We didn’t know what to make of it. Finally, however, he began to show some signs of life. Dr. Burrell was mindful of the recently broken hand and so he looked at it, got the material and the hand was again set – another break but set professionally. After Larry got married he tried to tell me that he had a splinter of wood in his hand for years. But — Gretchen, that was contrary to Dr. Burrell’s findings .

Gretchen, I could recount a great many things like this that are all a part of Larry’s present make-up. I sometimes wonder that a boy can actually grow to maturity!

Now I am going to ask you a question that I do not expect you to answer to me but rather answer in your own mind: Do you actually think that George and I would be guilty of taking a son out to the barn to shoot him?

We have a completely underground bomb shelter. People told us lots of things about shelters. For one thing, we have been told it is necessary to have a “peep-hole” in the steel door so we can stick the end of our “dosometer” out to see if it is safe to come out of the shelter after a raid. Folks tell us that they have been told that others would come to the shelter, demand to be let in and, failing admittance, put some sort of gas into the shelter by means of ventilators and drive us out of the shelter. Well we have this peep—hold in the door and we laughingly tell them that we would put a rifle to it and shoot the fellow outside if he got too bad, etc. We have talked about this with others who have bomb shelters and the defense head. We, of course, have a nice air conditioner in it and a 1ight plant and a 500 gallon drum of LP gas at a good distance from the shelter so the shooting deal is rather a joke. However, could it be that from such a thing as this Kellogg fabricated the idea that we would shoot him in the face if he came to our house? We wonder, We puzzle . (Our shelter has a well, a toilet and plumbing to a septic tank. ) But, Gretchen, we are still puzzling about the shooting in the face, etc. It is more than we can fathom but Paul said, he saw dimly but would understand later. Perhaps that will be true in our case. Please believe me Gretchen, we plan shooting no one.

I am sorry If I have troubled you about things of the past but, really and truly, the things of the past are the things that affect the present. I understand that, Larry hears the girls lessons each day. Did you know that I never let Larry go to grammar school without hearing his spelling, reading, geography, history and arithmetic? I watched over his studies even as I hear he watches over the studies of his girls. I used to check his algebra, Latin, etc. So, Gretchen, I say the things of the past are the things that affect the present in quite a measure.

Sincerely,

 

Schmeling Family History compiled by Elbert E. Schmiling

Family tree from records of Elbert Schmiling

From the Family Tree records of Elbert Schmiling

How wonderful that Elbert Schmiling wrote a family history that begins with the story of Charles Karl Schmeling and his wife Dorothea Maria Westphal.

This is a link to Elbert’s narrative account about Charles and Dorothea:

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Below is a preview of the history written by Elbert Schmiling dated April 1, 1984

We start our family history in the German Country of Prussia. Hinter Pommern, in or near the village of Treptow. What we call Germany did not come into existence until after our Civil War. The Province of Pomerania was divided into three parts: Fore Pommern, Mitte Pommern and Hinter Pommern. Hinter Pommern was closest to the Polish border. (Pomerania is the present spelling.)

Since WWII, all of Pomerania is part of Poland and all German people had to leave this area. They were restricted as to what they could carry out in both money and goods as they left.

Our great grandparents, Charles and Dorthea Schmeling owned a small farm in or near the village of Treptow. Charles was a rather unsettled person. The family had to move on the average of every two years because Charles traded the place for a different one. The last two years in Germany were the worst for the family as they had to move six times. This must have been too much for Dorthea. After the sixth time, she demanded they sell out and go to America. (This according to Carl Schmiling.)

This is not as sudden as it seems, as they had correspondence with relatives and former neighbors who were in America. Two names (given by Minnie Detjen) were Schieser and Buege. There were also companies making a business of getting immigrants to the U.S.

As close as I can tell, Charles and Dorthea came over in 1857, which would make them in their mid-forties. They had five children at the time. Henry, Hanna (perhaps Johanna), Caroline, Alvina, and our grandfather, Albert. Albert was about five or six at the time and the youngest. I believe I have all of them named in order of their ages as Minnie recalls them. (In a note from the Krueger family book, Brown County Library, they stated that the fare across the ocean was about $20.00 per person. Their ancestors came from Niederhagen, Pommern, in Prussia, about the same time.)

The family passed over a great deal of very good farm land on their way from the east coast of America. They did not have the money to buy developed land (according to Carl). Their destination was the village of Ahnapee, as Algoma was then called. Ahnapee is an Indian name and means Wolf River.

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Charles homesickness for the old country would not cease. (This according to Herman Schmeling.) Charles offered his oldest son, Henry, a pair of cooper toed boots if he would go back to Prussia with him. This must have been a tempting offer, as Herman assured me, copper toed boots were the rage of the young men and boys of that day. Despite all this, Charles laid claim to what must have been about 80 acres, 1 mile north of Ahnapee, on the river road.