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Louis Christian Groshans 1872-1944

Louis Christian Groshans

When Louis Christian Groshans was born on October 5, 1872, his father, Gottfried, was 24 and his mother, Salome, was 22. (Note: some of our family hand-written notes say his mother’s name was Selma)

Louis married Elizabeth Clair Auguste “Elise” Bosse on April 23, 1915, in North Dakota. They had six children in 13 years. He died on July 9, 1944, in Toledo, Ohio, at the age of 71, and was buried in Burlington, North Dakota.

29 April 1915 Bosse and Groshans wed Minot ND

29 April 1915 Bosse and Groshans wed- Minot ND

Louis  immigrated to the United States in October of 1882. The information on his immigration date is from the 1900 US census.

Louis was a coal miner. He was deafened by a coal accident at the age of 15. Louis was also a auto garage manager according to our family stories. As you can see by one of these stories below, he had another accident in the auto garage.

30 Aug 1917 Louis Groshans accident in minot ND

30 Aug 1917 Louis Groshans accident in minot ND

04 March 1915 Louis Groshans Minot, ND

04 March 1915 Louis Groshans Minot, ND

This news article shows that he might have been involved in the construction of an electrical power plant.

 

24 Dec. 1914 Louis Groshans Minot, ND

24 Dec. 1914 Louis Groshans Minot, ND

Louis died in the mid 1940’s from being hit by a car.  Our notes say this happened in Cincinnati, OH.

20 Jul 1944 The Times, Streator IL

20 July 1944, The Times, Streator, IL

Here is how we relate:

Louis Christian Groshans 1872-1944 a great-uncle of the children of Robert Jack Groshans
Gottfried Gottlieb Theophile Grosshans 1847-1919 was the Father of Louis Christian Groshans
Gottlieb Jack Groshans 1878-1941 was the Son of Gottfried Gottlieb Theophile Grosshans
Robert Jack Groshans 1926-1984 was the Son of Gottlieb Jack Groshans
 
 
Arrived in 1882 and was naturalized in 1904

Spend time with me everyday- poem by Linda Claire Groshans 1999

Spend time with me everyday

I am growing up so fast

Too soon my childhood will have passed

Help me

Hold on to me

Hold on to these moments while you may

Spend time with me everyday

Swing me high…touch the sky…see me almost learn to fly

Love me…Laugh with me…But please no more tickle me

Hold on to the little moments…Pull me on your knee

Tell me a story…read me a book

Hold the pictures down low, so I can get a better look

Childhood will pass

I’m growing up so fast

Spend time with me Every day

 

The perfect marriage – a short story by Linda Claire Groshans

Claire looked at her calendar and smiled to think that tomorrow, February 14, 2025 would be the first anniversary of her successful marriage to Henry.

Claire had been divorced from her 1st husband for nearly 30 years when she had been introduced to Henry. That first meeting was memorable. They were both head over heels for each other. Henry had never been married and had no children. And, Henry was much younger than Claire. What they had was a remarkable December/May romance. The age difference was of no concern to Henry. He was devoted to Claire in a way that no other had ever been.

Henry was also a very beautiful man. A very striking tall, lanky, man with piercing blue eyes. He was a smart dresser and a very tidy guy.

People might have talked more about the big age difference and they might have gossiped more about Claire’s rush into the marriage in her 70th year of life, but as the first year of their marriage was closing, no one could find fault in Claire and Henry’s choice to be a couple. Besides, their friends loved being with them to share dinner, wine and witty conversations.

Claire did not care much for cooking, but Henry planned the meals with attention to Claire’s health needs and everyone always complimented him on the tasty elaborate dinner parties they hosted.

Their marriage was remarkable and happy. Henry devoted himself to Claire. In fact, Henry was good at anticipating Claire’s every need. Every day, he wanted to know if there was any item at all that she would like to add to the “honey-do” fix it list. Even when Claire suggested that the bathtub could be polished and the spice cupboard organized, Henry obliged with a smile while doing expert work.

Claire was obsessed with watching old WWII movies. No problem. Henry started spending quite a bit of time researching more series and films that might interest her. He never once asked to watch a football game, or any other sports show.

Claire’s friend Vicky had called just a couple of days ago and told her that Henry was a “dreamboat.” “Yes”, Claire had replied, “he is the man of my dreams. And, it is funny that you should call him a dreamboat, because I have planned a luxury cruise for our anniversary. We will be leaving soon for the month.”

Vicky asked if they were packed yet. Claire laughed and said, “Vicky, Henry packed everything and it is completely organized. I don’t think he missed a thing. He even fit my pillow into the suitcase because he knows how much I like it.”

“Are you worried about anything going on a cruise for that long?” Vicky asked Claire.

Claire’s face saddened, and even though she did not tell Vicky her thoughts, there was something very concerning to Claire about the cruise and the fact that they would be porting in foreign locations.

You see, Claire was the only one of her entire group of acquaintances that knew that Henry was a bot. Yes, a robot. She just hoped that there would be no issues bringing Henry with her without him having a citizenship certificate. She just hoped that his manufacturing certificate and her purchase receipt for him would suffice. After all, she thought, we never really know if other couples on board will both be human and who are we to judge.

The end.

Joseph Mueller 1877-1963

When Joseph Mueller was born on December 3, 1877, his father, John, was 38 and his mother, Anna Maria Schneider Mueller, was 28. Joseph had six sons and three daughters with Louise Emma Groshans between 1906 and 1922. He died on February 11, 1963, in Coeur d’Alene, Idaho, at the age of 85, and was buried in Spokane, Washington.Joseph Mueller

At the time of the 1910 US census, Joseph Mueller was 32 years old. He was living in Cameron, Ward, North Dakota. He states that his occupation was farmer. He also states that both of his parents were born in Germany and he was born in Wisconsin. He states that his wife, Louise Emma Groshans,  was born in Illinois and both of her parents were born in France.

At the time of the 1920 census, Joseph Mueller was 42 years old. He is using the name “Joe.” He is still occupied as a farmer in North Dakota.

In 1942, Joseph had to register for the U.S. draft. Here is his card:

Joseph Mueller draft card

Joseph Mueller draft card back side

His tomb and burial information is available at https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/134026942

Joseph Mueller tombstone

Joseph’s death certificate is from Coeur D’Alene, Kootenai, Idaho, USA. He was 85 years old at the time of his decease. He died on 11 Feb 1963 and the cause of death is an accidental drowning.

On FamilySearch.org, Joseph is listed as ID# G3GC-GYZ and may be researched on that free site for more family information. (Note: you may have to establish an account on this site, but there are no fees)

 

 

Jakob Grosshans 1872-1917

1872GROSSHANS Jakob 1914_02[1]

1914 photo of Jakob Grosshans

When Jakob Grosshans was born on May 21, 1872, his father, Jacques, was 30 and his mother, Salome Reinhardt, was 27. He had one daughter with Marie Nowatzky in 1898. He died on June 2, 1917, in France at the young age of 45.

Jakob was born in what is now modern day France. But, Jakob had been born shortly after Germany had annexed that Alsace region of his birth.

Jakob and Marie’s daughter was Mina Grosshans. Through ancestry, I was able to meet a direct descendant of Jakob’s family. They hosted us while we were on a trip to France in January of 2020. We were given a tour of the village Sundhouse where our ancestors had lived. The feeling of standing on that French soil brought me closer to the story of the family line. We even saw the church that our ancestors had attended and where their home was located.

Note that Jakob’s name Grosshans was spelled with one more letter “s” than we use in the spelling of our family name. Many folks in our ancestral line still use the spelling Grosshans.

This is how we relate:

Jakob Grosshans 1872-1917 was a 1st cousin 2x removed of Robert Groshans’ children
Jacques Jacob Grosshans 1842-1941 was the father of Jakob Grosshans
Jean Jacques “Jacob” Grosshans 1808-1869 was the father of Jacques Jacob Grosshans
Gottlieb (Theophile) Grosshans 1847-1919 was a son of Jean Jacques “Jacob” Grosshans
Gottlieb Jack Groshans 1878-1941 was a Son of Gottfried Gottlieb Theophile Grosshans
Robert Jack Groshans 1926-1984 was a Son of Gottlieb Jack Groshans

 

Ransom Flournoy Thompson 1857-1938 (great grandfather of my Barnes family brother-in-law)

Family of Robert King Thompson

Ransom is in the front row on the far right hand side of the photo. 

When Ransom Flournoy Thompson was born on April 5, 1857, in Lawrence, Mississippi, his father, Robert King Thompson, was 38 and his mother, Margaret Malvina Meeks Thompson, was 29. He married Susan “Sudie” Arabella Spurlock on March 10, 1881, in his hometown. They had nine children in 22 years. He died on April 23, 1938, in New Hebron, Mississippi, at the age of 81, and was buried there.

I was lucky to find information on Ransom in the following US census records: 1860, 1870, 1880, 1900, 1910, 1920 and 1930.

At the time of the 1860 census, Ransom was only 5 years old. His father Robert listed his occupation as farmer. The home address is listed in Lawrence, Mississippi.

At the time of the 1870 census, Ransom was 13 years old and lists his occupation as farm laborer. The family home is listed as Township 8 Range 18, Lawrence, Mississippi. Ransom was still living with his parents.

By the time of the 1880 census, Ransom was 23 years old and lists his occupation as working on a farm. The address is listed as Beat 4, Lawrence, Mississippi, USA.

In 1890, this land grant was recorded. See below:

U.S. General Land Grant issued 30 Jun 1891.PNG

In the 1900 census, Ransom and his family state that their land is a farm. Ransom states that he owns the farm (not rents). His occupation is farmer. Also shown is that the sons Maxie and Eddie are farm laborers. (Maxie is Evander Maxwell Thompson – an uncle to Samuel Barnes and Eddie is Edward Earl Thompson, Sr. also an uncle to Sam Barnes.) Ransom lists his birth date as May 1858. His birth date was NOT 1858 (see photo of grave marker below)

Ransom and Susan tombstones at the Thompson Buckley Cemetery

Thompson Buckley Cemetery. Ransom and Susan were Samuel Barnes’ grandparents.

In the 1910 census, Ransom’s wife Susan Arabella lists her name as “Sudie.” The family is still farming with the home listed at Beat 4, Lawrence, Mississippi, USA.

In the 1920 census Ransom is 62 years old and is still farming. He lists his father’s place of birth as Georgia and his mother’s place of birth as Alabama.

In 1930, the census taker listed Ransom as Roscoe. A mistake or a nickname? In this census he changes information he gave in 1920 and states that both of his parents were born in Mississippi. But, his parents were NOT born in Mississippi. Their places of birth were accurate in the 1920 census.

This is a memorial link: https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/13113887

death of Ransom Flournoy Thompson

Here is how the family relates:

Ransom Flournoy Thompson 1857-1938
grandfather of Sam Barnes
Alice “Christine” Thompson 1905-1994
Daughter of Ransom Flournoy Thompson
Samuel Henry Barnes 1930-
Son of Alice “Christine” Thompson
 
Here are the children of Ransom and Susan that I have researched on Ancestry.com
 
children of Ransom F Thompson

Aris Woodham 1771-1818.

Flowers etc. May 2007 393 (1)

photo by L.C.G. – 2007

 

Oscar Reinhold Moller 1869-1942

Oscar Reinhold Moller was the great grandfather of my dear friend Heidi.

When Oscar Reinhold Moller was born on July 16, 1869, in Stockholm, Sweden, his father, Adolf Moller, was 24 and his mother, Catharine “Benedicta” Tilly Moller, was 23. He married Elizabeth Augusta Cassely on April 30, 1890, in Boston, Massachusetts. They had seven children in 18 years. He died on January 10, 1942, in Goffstown, Hillsborough County, New Hampshire, at the age of 72, and was buried there.

In the 1900 U.S. census he lived at 46 Marion Street, Medford Ward 5, Middlesex, Massachusetts.  His occupation was cigar maker. He listed his immigration year as 1880. He states that he was born and Sweden and so were both of his parents. His wife Elizabeth was born in Canada, but her parents had both been born in Scotland.

The link below takes you to his grave site information:

Oscar death certificate.PNG

Here is how the family relates:

Oscar Reinhold Moller 1869-1942
great-grandfather
Charles Edwin Moller 1900-1979
Son of Oscar Reinhold Moller
Ruth Beverly Moller 1924-2006
Daughter of Charles Edwin Moller

Alibamo Coosada aka Zilphia Napochi “Sefaya” Bartlett – a Muskogee Creek Indian 1775–1846

Zilpha

photo from Ancestry.com and on many web sites by name search

 

Sefaya , a Muskogee Creek Indian, was living in the 13 colonies at one of the most important turning points in American history—the signing of the Declaration of Independence. She was also the 4th great grandmother of my brother-in-law and she was a Creek Indian.

When Alibamo Coosada aka Zilphia Napochi “Sefaya” Bartlett and her brother “Tommy” Napochi Hadjo (Hadjo means warrior) were born in 1775 in Darlington, South Carolina, their father, Napochi, was 25 and their mother, Hokte, was 24.

She married Thomas Pitts Andrews in 1794 in her hometown. They had nine children in 25 years. She died on January 1, 1846, in Dale, Alabama, at the age of 71.

Her father used the name Benjamin Bartlett. He was a “Cacique Minor Chief.” I believe that his birth name was Napochi Mi’ko. Her father was born in 1750 in South Carolina in the Cacique Creek Indian Chieftom area, Darlington, South Carolina.

Sefaya Bartlett married Thomas Andrews, who was an Indian agent in SC or NC.  He was the descendant of a family of Virginian traders who were of Scottish ancestry. Much of their trade was with the Alibamo Indians.  (See page 12 from the link below:)

https://davidawindham.com/ancestors/David_A_Windham_Ancestors.pdf

The link above also says that the name Sefaya was a common Creek name at that time. (see page 13 of link listed above)

During the time they lived, the sons of Thomas Andrews and Sefaya, were considered to be “half-breeds.” The Windham history records show that they still could have maintained their status in society because of their successful trade endeavors.

My son-in-law relates to Sefaya in this way:

Alibamo Coosada aka Zilphia Napochi “Sefaya” Bartlett Muskogee Creek Indian 1775-1846
4th great-grandmother 
Samuel F. Andrews 1800-1853
Son of Alibamo Coosada aka Zilphia Napochi “Sefaya” Bartlett Muskogee Creek Indian
Mary Jane maybe Reins Andrews 1846-1911
Daughter of Samuel F. ANDREWS
Mittie “Ma Ma” Campbell 1882-1953
Daughter of Mary Jane Reins Andrews
Eugene Ludlow (E.L.) Barnes 1906-1979
Son of Mittie “Ma Ma” Campbell
Samuel Henry Barnes 1931-
Son of Eugene Ludlow (E.L.) Barnes

 

Web links:

https://search.ancestry.com/cgi-bin/sse.dll?indiv=1&dbid=60541&h=1409327&ssrc=pt&tid=60929927&pid=44322957099&usePUB=true

https://www.wikitree.com/wiki/Bartlett-1060

On Family Search she is ID#G9MR-CLT

 

This is a picture from Ancestry site (and many other web searches) of Sefaya’s father. He was Napochi Mi’ko aka Benjamin “Cacique Minor Chief” Bartlett. 1750-1789. He was the 5th great grandfather of Chris Barnes.

My winter clothing in the 1950’s and beyond

1950’s

Hess girls in snow suits on the back porch of Harbrooke 1956

photo on our back porch in Ann Arbor, MI -1956

Linda with Madalyn Klotz at the Rotunda

At the Christmas Rotunda in 1956. Linda Claire and family friend Madalyn Klotz

There was a photograph taken in 1956. A loving father had posed his 2 little girls who were wearing their full winter gear. The girls stand on the back porch of their home in Ann Arbor, MI. If you had been a passerby, I expect that you would have found the scene very endearing. Maybe you would have muttered, “how cute”. Maybe you would have just walked past with a new smile on your face. A father delighting in his sweet children was a good thing to witness.

My sister and I were the 2 little girls in the photo. She was 4 years old at that time and I was a toddler at the age of 2. The wonderment is that when I describe our outfits that were so overly heavy and bulky, that the carry away impression is still so stinkin’ cute.

Imagine, if you will, my sister is in a girl’s brown heavy weight woolen coat that reaches to just above the knees and flares at the bottom. It has 2 large pockets on the front of the coat and is closed with 3 big over sized buttons. Worn underneath this coat are a matching pair of woolen snow pants that are fitted with shoulder straps and a bib front. Her dress had to be shoved down inside of the snow pants.  The hat, which was part of the same coordinated set, was actually more of a tie-on wool bonnet with a big front brim and unbelievably thick straps. Once the hat was tied on under her chin, it was difficult to have room for a simple nod. But wait, there is also a muffler (now called a scarf) that also had to fit around the neck.  The outfit was completed by adding a pair of knit mittens tied to a string. The rubber boots in this ensemble made up their own story. You see, you wore your street shoes and had to pull on your boots over your shoes! How? There was a trick. That trick seems more like a tall tale than the truth.  You had to pull a plastic wonder bread bag over your shoes and then yank the boot until it fit over the shoes. Then you had to do  a strange boot dance as you hopped around trying to assure that the heel of your shoe was fully engaged inside of the boot.

In the photo, at 2 years old, I was wearing a more sensible one piece snowsuit. The snow suit must have been sold as a set, because the bonnet style winter hat (there was no hood) displayed all of the design elements from the silky snow suit. My boots were red. Were all girl’s boots red in the 50’s? Again, like all boots they had to be placed on over my shoes. To be exact, my lace up Buster Brown sturdy walking shoes.

In 1959, 3 years after the photo I just described, my father posed me once again in a winter scene for a photograph. I was 5 years old. I was smiling “to beat the band.” My delight was because my sister, neighbor friends, and I had just completed an architectural marvel. A nearly 10 foot long snow tunnel. You had to crawl through the tunnel on your belly, but somehow it was just wonderful. The fashions had already changed from 1956 to 1959. In the more recent of the photos, my waist length snow jacket has a hood. My hands are bare in the photo, but you can see that both pockets seem overstuffed with what I presume must have been my mittens. I must have proven myself able to keep track of my mittens, because there are no longer strings or clips attached to my sleeves. Oh…and the boots are still the brightest of bright red color.

Linda Claire by snow tunnel at Harbrooke

This photo is from 1959

1970’s

Linda Claire on skis

My photo from circa 1970 at our home in Ann Arbor, MI

Oh, how great were the winter weather looks from the 1970’s. In still another photo taken by my father, I was sporting the very popular winter faux fur puff ball hat with big pom-pom ties. Hard to understand now, but at the time that was a very fashionable look! During this time era, I was a skier. On the slopes, I also sported corduroy knickers worn with tall woolen socks. The knickers always had a fancy leather strap and metal buckle to keep them tight at the bottom which was just below knee level. A thick ski sweater was made from scratchy wool but kept you warm on the slopes. Frequently, you could wear your stirrup pants underneath the other clothing as an additional layer of warmth. The 70’s was also the first time that I remember wearing thermal long underwear.

I suppose the reason that I have so many photos of my winter garments was because my father loved being outdoors in all of the seasons. Every winter, he poured an ice rink in our backyard. Starting in my teens, we went to the ski slopes and we had always taken winter hikes through the quiet woods surrounding our home. My father pointed at the various trees and told us their names. We listened to the birds and knew who was “talking.”

I grew up loving winter. That makes me a sort of odd duck. After all, I mostly hear folks grumble and complain about the cold. I just bundle up and go out. Of course, I am very grateful that boots advanced to the point that no wonder bags need to used to put them on.

I hope you like winter too. I hope you see children playing in the snow and smile.