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Robert de Montel Hess 1882-1907

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When Robert De Montel Hess was born on April 8, 1882, in Benton Harbor, Berrien Co., Michigan, his father, Juan Hess, was 31 and his mother, Dorothy (Dora Bishop), was 25.

Robert de Montel and my grandfather, George Kellogg Hess, Sr. were brothers. They had two other siblings (also children of Juan and Dora) that had died as very young children.  According to Michigan death records these two Hess children died in 1880 of diphtheria.  They were Hattie (4 years old) and Perry Hess (2 years old).

Hattie and Perry Hess death records

I do not know why an obituary for Juan Hess written many years later on January 15, 1929, states that he only had 2 sons.  Perhaps, it was the “fashion” at the time not to mention children who died in their youth?

This is the 1929 obituary (below)  for Juan Hess (father of Robert de Montel Hess)

death of Juan Hess from Jan. 1929 obit

I chose to write this blog because I was intrigued that Robert de Montel may have been a namesake for my own father. There were 2 generations of the Hess family that had a child “George” and a child “Robert”.  My father was Robert Lawrence Hess and his brother was George K. Hess, Jr.  My father did not recall much about his Uncle Robert de Montel Hess, (the subject of this blog), because his uncle had been deceased for many years before my father was born in 1924. Even so, my father did believe that this was the relative that may have inspired the name “Robert.”  If this is true, it also makes me wonder why my father was called only by his middle name “Larry” (short for Lawrence) as a child.

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Quick reference review of the names George and Robert:

Juan Hess and Dora Bishop’s children included  Robert de Montel Hess and George Kellogg Hess, Sr.

George Kellogg Hess , Sr. and his wife Henrietta Spruhan then had George Kellogg Hess, Jr. and Robert Lawrence Hess.

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The deaths of Hattie and Perry had happened before my Grandfather’s birth in September of 1891.  But, sadly, my grandfather George Kellogg Hess, Sr. would know death of loved ones (other than these two older siblings) again soon being only 13 years old when his mother, Dora Bishop Hess, died and only 15 years old when his only remaining brother, Robert de Montel Hess, died.

Robert de Montel Hess, married Alice Susanne King on October 19, 1904, in Benton Harbor, Michigan. They had one child during their marriage. He died on January 18, 1907, in Berrien, Michigan, at the age of 24 from a liver abscess due to appendicitis.  He was buried in Berrien County, Michigan.  As stated, his death, was in part attributed to appendicitis.  This is interesting to me as my father had a burst appendix at the age of 5 years old and made a rather amazing recovery.

At the time Robert’s marriage to Alice he was 22 years old.  More surprising, is the fact that Alice was a mere 16 years old when they wed.  This would make Alice only 19 years old when she became a widow.  There seems to be a date conflict.  All census records indicate that Alice was born in 1888.  However, the News article pictured below, states that she was a graduate of Benton Harbor College in 1904-shocking considering that she was only 16???  Or…was someone trying to make Alice “older” than she really was??

So, Robert’s mother Dora died on October 15, 1904.  He married Alice 4 days after his mother’s death on October 19, 1904.

22 Oct. 1924 Robert Hess marries Alice King 20 years ago

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The news photo below is from 8 May 1929 – It highlights events from”25 years ago” and tells how Mrs. Juan Hess and son Robert (a college senior) entertained the Juniors at the Hess farm.  Printed in 8 May 1929 in the News Palladium.  This party took place 6 months before the wedding of Robert and Alice and 6 months before Dora’s death.  08 May 1929. 25 years ago Mrs. Juan Hess and son Robert

 

The child born to the marriage of Robert de Montel Hess and Alice King Hess was Hattie Lenore Hess.  (Her first name being the same as Robert’s sister who had perished as a child).  She was born on 17 September 1905.

Robert de Montel did not live long enough to be part of the 1910 census.  Alice is in the 1910 census living with her parents in Michigan and her 4 year old daughter who is now going by her middle name  Hattie “Lenore” Hess.  In 1910, Alice states that she is a sales lady in a furniture store in Benton Harbor.  Then, also in 1910, Alice would go on to marry a man named Harlow A. Hansley and live in Los Angeles.  She died in 1957 in Los Angeles, CA. Her daughter Hattie Lenore Hess had been living with her mother and step-father in Los Angeles.

In the 1920 census, Alice and Harlow are still in Los Angeles with Alice’s daughter who is now 14 years old and using the name  “Lenora”.

Please write and let me know if you have any other information on Robert de Montel Hess or the Hess family!

 

 

From my research and family blog

Zebina Shaw 1815-1881 and his wife Kate O’Brien

Page 7 of the Shaw Family TreeZebina “Zeb” had a really young second wife!  He had been born on Christmas Day in Nova Scotia in the year 1815 .  His wife, Katherine “Kate” O’Brien, was born in 1835 in County Tipperary, Ireland.  Zeb and Kate’s age difference was enough to make me carefully check my source records. Their courtship was a bit of a whirlwind…they married shortly after meeting one another and very soon after Kate arrived in the states with her father! (Make sure to read the links provided in this blog to find out more about the couple’s meeting in Memphis!)

Both Zebina and Kate are the direct ancestors of my son-in-law (great, great, great, grandparents) and thus the study of this blog.  There is a wonderful bio on-line regarding Zeb and family.  It may be found here: http://kewauneecountyhistory.blogspot.com/2013/07/silver-creek-where-did-it-go.html

A quote from the above link spoke to me a bit about Zebina’s life: “As other young men, he grew up seeking adventure and went to sea. The close of 1850 found him in Memphis where he soon found an Irish bride, Katherine O’Brien.”  And, as for Kate, according to this link, she apparently liked story-telling and a good pipe!

Another quote from this link refers to Christmas Trees and this certainly resonates with me as my son-in-law and his family like to go out each December and fell their own tree for the home-(perhaps I can tell my grandson the story of his ancestor): “Shaw was also one of the area captains who supplemented his income by cutting Christmas trees in Wisconsin and Upper Michigan and transporting them to Milwaukee and Chicago.”

Zebina or “Captain” was not so much known for farming (as many of the family ancestors.) Instead, he was truly a man of the sea and from the Ahnnapee pier he mostly sailed out in the Armslie. His cargo was pier timber, ties, and cord wood.  This link to an e-book tells about his nautical work and how he had spent part of his eduction in Nova Scotia on learning navigation.  http://www.ebooksread.com/authors-eng/jh-beers–co/commemorative-biographical-record-of-the-counties-of-brown-kewaunee-and-door-w-ebh/page-96-commemorative-biographical-record-of-the-counties-of-brown-kewaunee-and-door-w-ebh.shtml

The e-book (link above) also tells us that at a later age (after many a year “on the wave”), he moved to Silver Creek and bought a farm on timber wooded land.  He also then carried the first mail between Ahnapee and Two Rivers.

If you would like a PDF copy of the entire Shaw family tree please message me! Below is a small screen shot of the document…

This link pictures the headstone grave marker for Zebina: http://www.findagrave.com/cgi-bin/fg.cgi?page=gr&GRid=79918789&ref=acom

Recently I found a sad addition to the story of Zebina and Kate in this news article: http://www.rootsweb.ancestry.com/~wikchs/Newsletters/2007-April-news-KCHS.pdf

“Zebina Shaw. they said, was a captain, and sailed lumber products from local piers to Chicago. On his return from one of his trips he found out that 8 of his II children had died from diphtheria in one week. 3 in one day alone. Some of the children are buried at Woodside/Shaw Cemetery while others along with Katherine. Zebina’s wife, are buried at St. Mary’s Cemetery in town. This was because Zebina was a Baptist while Katherine was Catholic.”

Additional reading links:

http://algomahighschool.com/main/algoma_history.htm

My Ancestry research https://www.ancestry.com/family-tree/person/tree/10440983/person/6964710520/facts

“Someday I Shall Be Old” by Maude Lillian Meador Groshans

This article was written by Maude Lillian Meador Groshans who was my children’s  great grandmother. Maude Lillian Meador was born on April 16, 1887, in Eureka Springs, Arkansas, her father, Robert Meador, was 25, and her mother, Charlotte Shipman, was 22. She married Gottlieb Jack Groshans on June 12, 1912, in her hometown. She died on January 17, 1971, in Ypsilanti, Michigan, at the age of 83, and was buried in Streator, Illinois. (note that Maude picked the name Robert Jack for her son. This must have been a namesake because her father was named Robert and her husband was Gottlieb “Jack” Groshans.)

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Submitted at the usual rates by  Mrs. Jack Groshans
104 Wall St.
Eureka  Springs, Ark.

SOMEDAY I SHALL BE OLD by Maude Meador-Groshans.

The  warning  whistle  of  “fair,  slim,  and  forty”,  bids  me  STOP,  LOOK,  and  LISTEN.    FOR THE ENGINE OF OLD AGE IS THUNDERING JUST BEYOND THE CURVE.

Now  I  have  an   ambition   to   be  a  healthy,  happy,  likable  old  lady.  For some reason the opinions  of  the  aged  seem  to  set  like  concrete,  therefore  I  will   warn   myself of the pitfalls before that time comes.

These are rules and regulations to guide me when I find myself “not so young as I was”.

Do   be  scrupulously  clean  physically. A  dirty  old   person   is  an  abomination.      A soiled baby is sometimes cunning -an   elderly person  never.  Bathe  daily  and  see  that  the  linen next your  skin is  spotless. Watch  for  bodily   odors  –  and  use  a  deodorant. Thus you avoid disgusting your friends.

Be careful of your appearance. I hope my grandchildren will be proud of “the  way grandma looks”.

Keep  the  mind  dressed in up  to date ideas. You are as young as your mind; read new books, see  new  plays, hear new music, see new pictures-and do it with an   unprejudiced mind -strive to get the modern viewpoint. Don’t let your mind stay in a  rut  twenty  years behind the times.

don’t  condemn  present  styles;  they  are  as  beautiful   as  what   you   wore   thirty   years  ago and  likely  more  sanitary.  If  you  do  not  believe  it,  get  out  the  fashions   and examine the  hats, skirts, sleeves, shoes, and think it over.

NEVER   under  any   provocation offer  advice. Keep  still. You had to  learn,  and  it developed you,  didn’t  it?  Why deny others the chance to grow? Besides, people do not really want  advice. They  tell  you   their  troubles and  say  “What   would  you  do?” Honestly now, how many ever  followed your  advice?  Can  you  recall  one? And was  your advice  wise? Free advice  is  not  valued  highly. If  the case is really serious, send   them to a lawyer if  it  is  legal,  to  a  doctor  if  physical  or  mental,  to  a  minister if   spiritual, and   to other  professions if technical.  At   least  you  will  be free from blame if their case is not rightly  diagnosed.  In the same  way,  avoid  seeking  advice  from  any  except  those  competent  to  give  it, and our friends seldom are – the very fact that they are friends may blind or bias their judgement.

Keep   family affairs  to  yourself.  You  may be wrongfully  treated, but it is human nature to  take the  side o the  absent   one  (mentally, if   not  audibly). Besides it is  undignified. If you  have to  live  with the younger generation, your years should have   taught you  the art of adjusting  yourself.  Surely, you should be wiser than they.      Loyalty  is  a   wonderful   thing. If   you   live  with   an  in-law   whom   you  detest,  keep  it  to  yourself. Don’t  tell  your  children   if you   dislike their  mates. There  is  a  possibility  they  dislike  you,  too,  you  know,  and  it   isn’t making it any easier for criticism to creep in.

Don’t,   please   don’t, advise young mother how to rear their children. They invariably  resent  it  and modern  methods are different to what they were when you reared yours. “The   world do  progress”.     Besides their mistakes are a help to them. And never correct other people’s children. So many  old  folks  have  the  annoying  habit  of  admonishing “Now,  now,  you  mustn’t  do  that.  Nice  little  boys  don’t  do  that”.     “Why, Susie, that isn’t polite. What  would  Miss  Blank  think  if  she saw  you do that?”  Oh, but the  children  hate  it and  I have inwardly marveled at the control of the  children  in  not  answering  as  rudely  as  the questioner deserved . After all, if your grandchildren, or your friend’s offspring are rude, ill-mannered,  ill-tempered         nuisances, you are  not  responsible,  and  so  why  worry,  and  why annoy  the  mother by criticizing?

Don’t   begin by being imposed upon by your married  children. Taking care of the kiddies  while  parents  take  a  vacation,  or  for  the  afternoon  while  mother  goes  to  a  party or lecture can soon become slavery and your time  is  no  longer your own.  There is a conspiracy    among    young    folks    that    their    parents never have   anything they   are  interested in which they cannot  leave without  warning. They  take  it  for  granted  that  “Mother  will   be glad   to   keep the  children”.  Does   the   prospect   appeal to  you? Want all your time mortgaged? Well, I  don’t.  If  you,  at  the  beginning,  let  it  be  known  that   you ‘ll   enjoy  having  them unless you  have  another  engagement,  or  there   is   something   else   you   would   rather   do,   the   children  will  soon   learn  that  you  do  it  as   a  favor. They will find a way to  manage  without  making  a  drudge  of  you. Sounds selfish  but  to  offset  this,  I  say  there  are  times  when  parents  should sacrifice   to   help   their   children. If  daughter  is   recovering   from   a   wearing   illness,   or   son  has  had   a nervous   breakdown and  grandmother   could   keep   the   children   a   few   weeks, it would   be  a  duty  shirked not  to  lend  a  hand. What I contend is, young people need the responsibility,  as  well  as  the  joy  of   a  family   and   you   rob   them   of   character   development   if you let them shift the load on you .

Get  an   interest   in  life  –  a  hobby .  Start a collection of something and  learn  all  you  can about   your   collection   and similar  ones.  Study  butterflies  or  birds  –  keep  a   record   of   kinds seen,   time   of   arrival   and  departure,   habitat. Photography  may  be   as   placid   or   as   strenuous as  you  wish.  Grow  a  special  flower  or  vegetable;   raise chickens or  ducks or squabs or goldfish – do something that interests you.  It  will  help  to  keep  you  fit  physically,  fresh mentally, probably keep you out of somebody’s way.

The most difficult accomplishment to acquire is that of being an intelligent listener.

We  all  like  to  talk  but  don’t   we  treasure   that   friend   who   by   cleverly   placed   question   or  an apt   answer   makes   us   forget   how   we   are   monopolizing the  conversation? And what a subtle way of acquiring reputation for wisdom.

A  sunny  natured   old  person  is   a  joy.     Not one of those determinedly  jolly  old  duffers who  meet  you  with  a  slap  on  the  back  and  a   “Fine day.  Ha! Ha!”  manner. Just simple good humor.

Don’t  talk  of aches and  pains. All  old   people  seem  to  have  them. People hate to listen – and  they  seldom  care. Tell  it  to  your  doctor. He is probably bored stiff but at least he can charge you for listening. ·

Avoid  food   which  you  know  is  injurious   to  you.     Take  care  of   your  health.     sleep long hours  –  rest  in  the  middle  of  the  day  (a  nap  is  better);  drink   large   quantities   of   water;   eat simple   foods;   don’t   worry   about  other’s  affairs.  Life will continue when you are gone.

Cultivate   friendships with  younger  generation, then when contemporaries pass on, there remain strong links with the present and you are getting a new viewpoint.

Save   enough   to   be modestly  independent.  If you need care in old age, having the  money  to  buy service  takes  away  that  humiliating  feeling   that   your   relatives   are  discommoding  themselves  and  families  doing  what  you  should   have   had   the   foresight   to avoid.   Better  to  spend   less  now and  have  more later. “If youth but  knew  what  age  would crave, it would both make and save”.

So  many  old  folks  give  away,  or  sign  away  their   independence   to   someone   on   the promise  of  having  a  home  and  care  as  long  as  they  live. DON’T  DO IT.    I  have  never  yet  seen it  work successfully .  Keep  what  you  have  and  pay  as  you  go.    Then  if  you  are  unsuited  you can  go  elsewhere.  This  is  the  most  serious  fault  of  the  elderly,  and  I  think   someway   ought   to be devised by law to avoid it being done.

I  should   like  to  grow  old   gracefully   –  no,  placidly,   and   they   are not  synonymous.      Not from  a  desire  to  fool  the  public  about  my  age. Who  cares  how  old  I  am,  anyway?     Besides it is a  waste  of  time  to  lie  about  your  age  in  your   home  town. There is always  some  old  woman  to tell  on  you. We  all  know  her.   She begins sternly “She is fifty-four, I remember she was born the August after my Benny in June and he was fifty-four the fourteenth.

Don’t   take   root   in a  place.     All of us are familiar with a pathetic  old  mother  grieving  herself   to   death   for  her  old   home and old  friends. The prospect of  settling  down  for  life sounds  peaceful,  but  we  are  not  masters  of   our   own   destiny   and   changes   may   come   that make   it   imperative   that   a  change be  made.  How  much  better  to  teach  ourselves  to  be adaptable  and  enjoy  the   move   than   to   go   mooning   around,   making   everyone   miserable  around us over the unavoidable.

If   you  want   to  be  a  healthy,  happy  old  person,   begin  now    to   lay   the  foundations.     The cheerful, resourceful aged are not sudden products – they developed slowly from youth.

You  cannot  be  a  glutton  now  and  otherwise  abuse  your  body   and   be   a   hale  old person, anymore  than  you  can  make  a  cesspool  of  your  mind  now  and  have  a  sane,  clean  outlook   in   later  years.  Nor can you let your spiritual life fester with doubts and “isms”  and  meet  death  tranquilly.

Be   tolerant   of   other’s   ideas and  opm1ons.     Taboo   religious   arguments,    or   political differences .  Among   women   don’t   discuss   age,   weight, or  diet!            don’t reminisce about yourself.    Don’t talk of the good old days – “Today is the best day the world has ever seen, tomorrow   will  be  better”.     Don’t express the idea that young people are fools and immoral – our grandmothers said the same of us.

Henrietta Spruhan Hess- my Grandmother

Henrietta Spruhan Hess seated in front of garden on the grass

My Grandmother, Henrietta Spruhan was born on January 31, 1894, in Illinois to Caroline “Carrie” Baur, age 30, and Henry Joseph Spruhan, age 36. Henrietta Spruhan married my Grandfather George Kellogg (W) Hess, Sr. on June 25, 1921, in Chicago, Illinois, when she was 27 years old.

At some point during her childhood, Henrietta and her family had moved to New Jersey. My records show that New Jersey was her residence when she was 16 years old.  She moved back to Chicago, Illinois at some point before age 26.  When she died in 1984 at the age of 90, she was residing in Florida.

Henrietta had 3 siblings.  Her sister Mary Edith perished in 1890 before Henrietta had been born.  This infant sister was only 1 year old at the time of her decease.  Henrietta had an older brother, Garrett Denny Spruhan who was born in 1891 and died at the young age of 27 years old in 1918.   He died from influenza  during the great influenza pandemic while stationed in Camp Taylor, KY. Garrett left behind a wife and infant daughter.  Henrietta’s other sibling was  6 years her junior, this sister was named  Josephine.  Josephine would live until the age of 76 she died in 1975.

Sadly, Henrietta contracted polio while in the 8th grade.  By 10th grade, she had abandoned her crutches, but was left battling some aftermaths of the disease throughout life.  She had told the story in this way, that she went with her family to a hospital to visit a sick person, and it was just shortly after that, when she was struck by polio.  In her mind, the connection was made.

She was extremely educated!  She graduated from the Chicago Musical College in 1914.  She was an accomplished pianist. Later in life when Henrietta moved to the Hess family farm in Michigan with her husband and sons, the first thing she requested was a baby grand piano.

They (Henrietta and George Hess, Sr.) moved to the farm in Michigan because two things happened. The first thing that happened was George Sr.’s father Jaun Hess died. The second thing was that my father was a sickly child. His appendix had burst and there was little hope for his life. In a letter that I have from Henrietta to my mother, Henrietta explains that the doctor’s thought the only hope for my father to survive was for him to live in the country.  He had to leave the city life in order to regain his health and save his young life.  This meant my Grandparents had to “sacrifice” their life style and George Sr.’s excellent engineering job. It was hard for Henrietta to make the transition between the society life with a very advanced education to the life on a farm in Michigan with no background in this type of lifestyle and no peer in Benton Harbor, MI that had her background or life style. The membership in a Baptist church was still not enough to answer some of her losses in this move. One of the first things that Henrietta insisted upon was having the farm made electric. The neighbors regarded this and many of their activities as “haughty”. … Think of it, the young society girl is now helping to run an active Michigan orchard. They wanted to be “modern” and discarded the horses in lieu of tractors (another sore spot with the farms near by.) In fact the local farmers were quite put out by the modern ways of their new neighbors. Migrant workers were called in to make the harvest every year and lived in shacks at the back of the farm. Henrietta somehow came to supervise the operation of the cider mill. My Uncle George Hess, Jr. was called to help with the farm. Because my father was “sickly” he was allowed to work in the kitchen with his mother and do light household chores.

Henrietta was known to be brilliant.  Very, very smart!  She was knowledgable in several languages.  She was devout in her Bible studies, but preferred to read the scriptures in their original Hebrew or Greek.  I believe she was also a student of latin!

At some point in her young adult life, she excelled as a typist and was hired to demonstrate the use of the dictaphone. It was always thought that her skill as a pianist had helped her with this occupation.   In the 1920 census (she was 26 years old at that time) she listed her occupation as “operator” for a “Dictaphone hardware company.” This was most likely her occupation when she was engaged to my Grandfather, George Kellogg Hess, Sr.

I remember that my Grandparents were ham radio operators.  Also, that they had a bomb shelter in their yard…(the types of things a child might remember about relatives that lived quite a distance away?)

Henrietta’s parents had a rich and successful history.  I will look forward in future posts to a discussion about their backgrounds.With Henrietta Hess by 1928 DodgeHenrietta Spruhan in coat with hat

Henrietta Spruhan Hess standing on porch hand on hip

Henrietta Spruhan July 6, 1894