tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20792372269732410532023-11-16T01:11:44.885-06:00The family historianResearching family history is never an easy task, but when you do find something of interest you just cant wait to share it with someone. Someone that is actually interested.Susanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09238968896640853629noreply@blogger.comBlogger22125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2079237226973241053.post-63933643992200455972013-03-18T21:40:00.001-05:002013-03-18T21:40:42.757-05:00<table border="0" cellspacing="0" style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica;"><tbody>
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<tr><td valign="top"><b><span>Visitation:</span></b><span><br />Thursday, March 21, 2013<br />6:00 PM until 8:00 PM<br />Kevin Brennan Family Funeral Home<br />2801 SW Urish Road<br />Topeka, KS 66614</span><br />
<b><span>Service:</span></b><span><br />Friday, March 22, 2013<br />10:00 AM<br />Mother Teresa of Calcutta Catholic Church<br />2014 NW 46th St<br />Topeka, KS 66618</span><br />
<b><span>Special Services:</span></b><span><br />Saturday, March 23, 2012: A second viewing will be from noon to 1 p.m. at St. Michael's Catholic Church, 807 F Street, Fairbury NE 68352. Mass of Christian Burial will follow at 1 p.m. at the Church. </span></td><td valign="top"><img height="175" src="http://www.funeralplan2.com/images/fhimages/526/526_0000166912.jpg" width="150" /><br /><br /><span style="font-family: Verdana;"><b><a href="http://www.funeralplan2.com/kevinbrennanfamily/mem?action=memorials&id=283206"><img border="0" src="http://www.funeralplan2.com/images/buttons/envelope.jpg" /></a> <a href="http://www.funeralplan2.com/kevinbrennanfamily/mem?action=memorials&id=283206">VIEW/SEND CONDOLENCES</a></b></span></td></tr>
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<tr><td colspan="3">William C. “Bill” Prellwitz, 88, Topeka, passed away Sunday, March 17, 2013. He was one of ten children born to Julius and Mary Nutsch Prellwitz in Mahaska, Kansas on August 31, 1924. He graduated from Morrowville High School in 1943. Bill then entered the US Army in July of 1944 and rose to the rank of Sgt. and was assigned to the 232nd Infantry Regiment of the 42nd Rainbow Division. He was wounded at Wuerzburg and recovered at the 58th General Hospital in France. He then returned to his unit in Salzburg, Austria where he was part of a contingent responsible for guarding 7,000 to 8,000 war criminals. He was discharged in August of 1946. While serving his country in Germany he was awarded the Purple Heart, Combat Infantryman Badge, Bronze Star Medal, European-African-Middle Eastern Campaign Medal, Army Good Conduct Medal, World War II Victory Medal, Army of Occupation Medal, and World War II Honorable Service Pin.<br /><br />Bill married Orle Wells on August 17, 1946. She preceded him in death in January 1979. Bill farmed for a few years in Mahaska and Morrowville KS and then moved to Topeka in 1956, where he was then employed at Dupont for 27 years before retiring. He then went to work for Hayden Tower Service as shop foreman, retiring in 2009 at the age of 85. Bill was a founding member of Mother Teresa of Calcutta Catholic Church and previously a member of St. Matthew Catholic Church in Topeka. He also held membership in the Knights of Columbus, Council #534, the Disabled Veterans, Veterans of Foreign Wars and the American Legion Post 400.<br /><br />Bill is survived by three children, daughter, Joy of San Antonio; sons, Bob (Maggie) of Topeka and Mark (Cindy) of Topeka. He also leaves four grandchildren, Christy, Jason, PJ and Matt; five great-grandchildren, Mali, Maci, Maya, Kalen and Ryker; and seven brothers and sisters, Paul, Fred, LeRoy, Lucy, Marge, Dorothy and Pat. Preceding him in death were his parents, Julius and Mary, his brother, Len, and sister, Josephine, as well as his wife, Orle.<br /><br />Viewing will be from 6 to 8 p.m. Thursday at Kevin Brennan Family Funeral Home, 2801 SW Urish Rd, Topeka KS 66614, where a parish rosary will be prayed at 8 p.m.<br /><br />Funeral Mass will be celebrated at 10 a.m. Friday at Mother Teresa of Calcutta Catholic Church, 2014 NW 46th Street, Topeka KS 66618.<br /><br />Saturday, March 23, 2013, a second viewing will be from noon to 1 p.m. at St. Michael's Catholic Church, 807 F Street, Fairbury KS 68352. Mass of Christian Burial will then be celebrated at 1 p.m. at the Church. Interment will follow in St. Peter and Paul Cemetery, Morrowville KS.<br /><br />Memorial contributions may be made to the American Heart Assoc. or to Mother Teresa of Calcutta Catholic Church, sent in care of the funeral home</td></tr>
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Susanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09238968896640853629noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2079237226973241053.post-61937728979686190172013-01-18T18:40:00.001-06:002013-01-18T18:40:24.595-06:00Dean Elizabeth Pierce Former Gibbon resident, 89 <img id="imageDocument" src="http://mediasvc.ancestry.com/image/96ae47e7-27e5-4787-8752-840e50a873b7.jpg?Client=Trees&NamespaceID=1093&MaxSide=500" /><br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" /><br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" />COLORADO SPRINGS, Colo. - Deane Elizabeth Pierce, 89, of Colorado Springs, formerly of Gibbon, Neb., died Wednesday, Nov. 14, 2012, at her home. <br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" /><br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" />Services will be at 11 a.m. Monday at O'Brien Straatmann Redinger Funeral Home - Miller Godberson Chapel in Gibbon with the Rev. Matt Wolfe officiating. Burial will be at Fairbury (Neb.) Cemetery. <br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" /><br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" />Visitat ion will be from 2-5 p.m. Sunday at the chapel in Gibbon. <br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" /><br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" />She was born July 5, 1923, in Thompson, Neb., to Eddie and Salora (Church) Zierenberg. <br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" /><br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" />On Jan. 20, 1946, she married V.J. "Johnny" Pierce. He preceded her in death. <br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" /><br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" />Survivors include her son, Eddie Pierce and his wife, Jane, of Minden, Neb.; daughter, Jan Michalak and her husband, Chuck, of Colorado Springs; sister, Evelyn Priefert of Lincoln, Neb.; granddaughters, Nikki Podhaisky of Henderson, Nev., and Sarah Michalak of Boulder; grandson, Chuck Pierce of Seattle; great-granddaughters, Alicia Podhaisky of Honolulu and Erin Podhaisky of Rochester, N.Y.; nieces, Kathy Huff and Mary Dowell; and nephew, Tom Priefert. <br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" /><br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" />She received her education at Fairbury High School. Following her graduation, Deane worked at a creamery in Fairbury at the start of World War II . She went on to work in accounting and later taught at a country school for one year. <br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" /><br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" />She and her husband farmed near Reynolds, Neb., before moving in 1968 to Gibbon where they continued to farm. <br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" /><br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" />Deane loved her friends, including Margaret Triplett of Gibbon. She was a longtime member of the Sunshine Club. Deane was an avid reader and loved to bake. She had a fondness for cats, but loved all animals. She will be missed by all. <br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" /><br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" />In addition to her husband, she was preceded in death by her son, Dennis Pierce. <br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" /><br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" />Memorials are suggested to the family for future designation. <br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" /><br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" />Visi t www.osrfh.com to submit online condolences or personal reflections.<br />
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Published in Kearney Hub on November 16, 2012</div>
Susanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09238968896640853629noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2079237226973241053.post-77775449274876607932011-07-29T21:34:00.002-05:002011-07-29T21:34:57.942-05:00Dennis V. Denny Pierce Obituary: View Dennis Pierce's Obituary by Elko Daily<div class="clearfix" id="obitText" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: #333333; display: block; font-family: Arial; font-size: 12px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"><img align="left" border="0" hspace="10" src="http://mi-cache.legacy.com/legacy/images/Cobrands/elkodaily/Photos/492e5ccd-b77d-4ee3-b8b2-ca0fbbbac1b9.jpg" style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; display: block; margin-bottom: 5px; margin-left: 5px; margin-right: 5px; margin-top: 5px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" valign="top" vspace="2" />Dennis V. (Denny) Pierce was born to V. John and Deane Pierce on September 30, 1948 in Fairbury, NE and was raised in Fairbury, Reynolds and Gibbon, NE. Denny lost his battle with cancer at his home in Spring Creek, NV on July 23, 2011, surrounded by his family and pets, as he wanted.<br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" />Services will be held Saturday, July 30, 2011, at Parkway Baptist Church, 836 Spring Valley Parkway, Spring Creek, NV at 1 p.m. Glen Munkres will officiate. Burns Funeral Home was in charge of arrangements.<br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" />Denny was a pipefitter welder and proud member of the Pipefitters Union. He worked out of Local 798 (Muskogee, OK) for 22 years and Local 350 (Sparks, NV) for 23 years. Denny was an avid traveler and he went "where the work is." Denny's work took him to the Alaskan pipeline, Panama, Saudi Arabia, and almost every state in the U.S.<br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" />While working in North Dakota, he met and married Loralei (Forrest) Pierce on September 2, 1983. He and Lori continued traveling together "booming out" with the work. Denny was never a stranger for long. His love of life, and kind and generous nature, garnered friends wherever he went. Always a friend when needed, Denny was a friend "in deed." Although he was small in stature, his friends, co-workers and family alike will dearly miss this good man's big spirit.<br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" />He is survived by his beloved wife Loralei (Lori), dog Scruffy and cat Oliver; his mother Deane Pierce of Gibbon, NE; brother Eddy (Jane) Pierce of Minden, NE and sister Jan (Chuck) of Colorado Springs, CO. Denny's surviving in-laws consider themselves brothers and sister of the heart: Julie (Allen) Campbell of Spring Creek, NV; Tim (Kathy) Forrest, Koko (James) Karlin and Mike (Annetta) Forrest, of all of Bismarck/Mandan, ND. Denny was considered a much loved brother rather than in-law. He is also survived by numerous aunts, uncles, nieces, nephews and cousins. He is preceded in death by his father Venus John Pierce.</div><div class="clearfix" id="obitPublished" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: #333333; display: block; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 10px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"><div style="float: left; font-weight: bold; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;">Published in Elko Daily from July 27 to September 5, 2011</div></div>Susanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09238968896640853629noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2079237226973241053.post-89535185086383942922011-05-05T23:19:00.000-05:002011-05-05T23:19:04.951-05:00MOTHERIn honor of Mother's Day I'm going to share a little poem with you that I wrote for my mother back in 1991 when I was SUSAN BLACK.<br />
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<b>My Mother </b><br />
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<div style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;">When one thinks of Mother and what the word means they</div><div style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;">seldom realize all the love that it brings.</div><div style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;">In a child's eyes, only mother could mend</div><div style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;">all the broken toys, shattered dreams</div><div style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;">and wounded hearts as a friend.</div><div style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;">With kindness and love, and arms soft and warm</div><div style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;">she'd wrap up my troubles and keep me from harm.</div><div style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;">Now I am a mother, and I understand,</div><div style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;">all the weight that she carried with nothing to gain.</div><div style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;">She took all our problems upon her</div><div style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;">to help ease our pain,</div><div style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;">the cooking, the cleaning,</div><div style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;">the laundry in vain.</div><div style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;">The frustration she dealt with when kids did raise cain.</div><div style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;">She smiled and she sighed and she screamed now and then.</div><div style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;">Yet in spite of it all she barely complained.</div><div style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;">This child never sees the humanness of her mother,</div><div style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;">no weakness nor fault when she's about to her knees,</div><div style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;">but only the love of a hero,</div><div style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;">she gave with her heart,</div><div style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;">that's all I remember right from the start!</div><div style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;">I love ya momma! Happy Mother's Day!</div><div style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;">by Susan Black 1991</div>Susanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09238968896640853629noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2079237226973241053.post-66200985871543690892011-03-14T17:28:00.002-05:002011-09-24T21:36:02.215-05:00Clifford Wade Pierce<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<b>Clifford W. Pierce</b><br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhAOcYSh9nmq6OLhul4VwEbRcHy53pl0a30yO7_v_jnmetoxphedMNx7E-TGYvmi_uwJCHW896fMfs25wSf73OgZaAY2gpd8oeXZyLCTPPN9TkqwRzqOjR_6a9McEw092MYb5MMfcV4nE/s1600/Cliff+Pierce+News.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; color: black;">Clifford W. Pierce was born in April, the 24, 1921, the second son to Venus and Marie Pierce. He grew up during the depression when things were scarce, and times were hard. When he was twelve years old he entered a pony race in Reynolds, Nebraska, and won. There was a man and woman there from California that had seen the race, and felt that the boy showed promise as a jockey. His parents agreed to let him go with them and they took care of him as if he were their own. The following is a poem written for him by the woman that cared for him.</span></a></div><br />
On your Own Clifford Pierce by Marie Presnell<br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhAOcYSh9nmq6OLhul4VwEbRcHy53pl0a30yO7_v_jnmetoxphedMNx7E-TGYvmi_uwJCHW896fMfs25wSf73OgZaAY2gpd8oeXZyLCTPPN9TkqwRzqOjR_6a9McEw092MYb5MMfcV4nE/s1600/Cliff+Pierce+News.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhAOcYSh9nmq6OLhul4VwEbRcHy53pl0a30yO7_v_jnmetoxphedMNx7E-TGYvmi_uwJCHW896fMfs25wSf73OgZaAY2gpd8oeXZyLCTPPN9TkqwRzqOjR_6a9McEw092MYb5MMfcV4nE/s320/Cliff+Pierce+News.jpg" width="184" /></a>You are on your own dear little man<br />
and you know right from wrong:<br />
Quite some time back your tones began<br />
To change from high to strong.<br />
Be guided well while on your won,<br />
Increase the wisdom you have shown.<br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcKjwCkNMXWeWHvE6WOjoqu2c6KlIdH4BePd3BmdmQNZrFEgkDvbGoKfEcrAVcMKZz_blXAoBSsGqCY73o0cmUJa9iPxV1cpkEErMonDC4ScB8trfFFQMtBmXWLH5vw2T1w51xLzm0B14/s1600/1937+Cliff.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcKjwCkNMXWeWHvE6WOjoqu2c6KlIdH4BePd3BmdmQNZrFEgkDvbGoKfEcrAVcMKZz_blXAoBSsGqCY73o0cmUJa9iPxV1cpkEErMonDC4ScB8trfFFQMtBmXWLH5vw2T1w51xLzm0B14/s400/1937+Cliff.jpg" width="307" /></a>An honest man receives "the breaks"<br />
That cheaters cry about:<br />
And in temptations Neer forsakes<br />
His mother's faith devout.<br />
Be guided well while on your won,<br />
Increase discreation you have known.<br />
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Dear little lad, in deed and word,<br />
Remember well and long--<br />
"Tis easy to go with the herd"<br />
It urges you to "come along".<br />
Be guided well while on your own,<br />
If you would profit when you're grown.<br />
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"Protect your honor and your name,"<br />
You mother's mother said.<br />
She wished for you no blot of shame,<br />
And for good morals pled;<br />
Be guided well while on your own,<br />
That heritage do not disown.<br />
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Grandmother Blum's exact words:<br />
"Whatever you do, preserve and protect your name and honor."<br />
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Marie Presnell<br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgo9Z1Bm7FX_u_8nKtnn89aPQlnR_cnMI2oVBCtMkfKc5hsTB8ybmb2FNowxwH_vSCd6a26Fy1t0evjnAZYsGhjVabqz_37Fiz8O3cHilntzMUBcNXq80CT6fY1TnK47gbVP7I4Gz2IjHs/s1600/Editor+1937+Cliff.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgo9Z1Bm7FX_u_8nKtnn89aPQlnR_cnMI2oVBCtMkfKc5hsTB8ybmb2FNowxwH_vSCd6a26Fy1t0evjnAZYsGhjVabqz_37Fiz8O3cHilntzMUBcNXq80CT6fY1TnK47gbVP7I4Gz2IjHs/s320/Editor+1937+Cliff.jpg" width="155" /></a>Clifford also served during WWII. Of what he did while we was in the service, I do not know. It has been said that he fought in the worst part of the war, and that the demons followed him throughout his life. After the war, Cliff returned to the home of his parents, in Belvedere, Nebraska. His father owned a big building there and Clifford turned it into a restuarant, and he also ran the feed store. This was left to him by his father after he died. Clifford sold the store, and before it was paid for, a year later, a tornado went through the town and flattened it.<br />
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Cliff took up horse training and was well known and thought of by many horse breeders. I remember as a child going to Omaha, and Uncle Cliff taking us to the barns and letting us ride around the barns on the horses, and showing us how they were cared for and prepped for the races. He took a lot of pride in his neices and nephews, and took every opportunity to show them off.<br />
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After Grandma Pierce's funeral, my sister and I rode with Cliff from the church in Omaha to the cemetry in Fairbury. He occupied us on this trip by telling us stories about my father when he was young. He had a special way of keeping your attention when he told a story. He would often pause between sentences and you would have to wait patiently for him to begin again. We were never sure if he was finished or not.<br />
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</tbody></table>In my observation, Cliff, was an easy going, good natured kind of guy. He was well liked by most of those who knew him, and I think in some ways he was a lonely man. He lived a rather wild and carefree lifestyle, which played a tole on his physical condition, and caused him an early death. Cliff died of a stroke, coupled with heart problems, in August of 1985, one year after the death of his mother while training a horse. He never had any children.<br />
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He is buried in Fairbury, Nebraska, with his father and mother, and brother Venus John.<br />
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Susan Holmes<br />
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font-size: large;">Cecil and Peggy NUTSCH Pierce. </span></b></div><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Cecil Lon Pierce</td></tr>
</tbody></table>Cecil Lon Pierce was born in the cold month of January on the 24th in the year of 1928 in Beatrice, Nebraska. He was raised and lived the life of a farmers son, moving from place to place, as his father did a lot of land trading. During WWII Cecil remained on the farm and took care of things while his two older brothers served in the Army. Cecil was in the National Reserves, and did his part by keeping the farm in rural Reynolds, Nebraska running smoothly for his parents. His father died in 1948 and Cecil took care of things for his mother.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Peggy Pierce <br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Charline Lynnette</td></tr>
</tbody></table>He met Peggy Nutsch from Haddam, Kansas at a dance, and after Peggy graduated from high school, they were married on the 24th of May, 1953 at the Four Square Church in Fairbury, Nebraska. She was barely 16 years old. They moved in with his mother for the first few months of their marriage, but that didn't work out very well, so they soon found a place of their own. The couple went to Blair, Nebraska where Cecil had found work for awhile before they moved to a farm that Cecil bought with money he inherited from his father near Hubbell, Nebraska, and farmed it for about five years. He was a very good sheep shearer, self taught. He traveled all over the mid-west, and was very well known for his talent. In 1956, the farm crops looked very good, but nature took it's toll and all of the crop was lost due to hail and grasshoppers. Cecil and Peggy, at this time had two children, Charline Lynnette born 2-22-1954 and Jeffery Daniel born 6-19-1955, and were expecting their third child when they packed up that fall and traveled to Oregon where Peggy's brother Jack was working. The Land of Milk and Honey! Cecil obtained work as a welders helper on the ships in Portland, and they lived in an apartment in St. Helens. In December, the 8th day, the sun was shining brightly when Peggy gave birth to their third child around noon. When she left the hospital that evening with their new baby daughter, Susan Annette, it was snowing big white flakes. The hospital bill was 98 dollars and it had to be paid before they left. Joke was that they left Oregon without ever paying the doctor bill for the birth so I was to be on alert for repossession. Cecil worked out the winter in Oregon, and they then returned to the farm in the spring of 1957 in time for planting. On December 13, 1958 a second son was born and was named Henry David. Cecil then bought a farm in the Narka, Kansas area. They called it the county line farm as it was right on the Republic/Washington Co. lines. Here he and Peggy raised livestock, had an orchard, and acres of crops. Many times he would go to Haddam and work partime in the elevator, and still continued to shear sheep while Peggy was left alone with the farm work and childern to tend. She loved the country life having grown up a farm girl herself. While on the farm in Narka, Cecil and Peggy had two more children, Angelia Gail, born August 24, 1960 and Clifford Martin, born November 28, 1962.<br />
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</tbody></table>Cecil and Peggy had a farm auction, sold the farm and moved to Byron, Nebraska in 1965 where Cecil leased a tavern and ran it for a couple of year. Often during this time Peggy would work the tavern during the day and Cecil would shear sheep or work various other jobs. A month after their move to Byron, Andrea Rose was born on February 15, 1965. Cecil bought an empty building on main street in Byron and moved the tavern to that building. He received a liquor license and built a big dance floor and beer garden and had dances about once a month. Still while living in Byron, Cecil and Peggy received their last two children, Matthew Lon born 6-15-1966 and Beth Marie born April 26, 1968.<br />
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</tbody></table>In 1971 Cecil and Peggy bought a motel in Mankato, Kansas and they moved the family that fall to the apartment attached to the motel. Their oldest daughter Charline, married Wayne "Dink" Snyder that year on July 21 in Hebron, Nebraska. He was the son of Kenneth and Maxine HOLMES Snyder of Superior Nebraska. This business venture turned out to be a bad investment and after a long court battle, they bought a large home in Mankato and Cecil went to work at the Dubuque Packing plant until he opened up the first private club in Jewell County, Kansas. He did very well here, and after three years, sold the club, had an auction where they sold most of their belongings and moved to Missouri. By this time only the three younger children remained at home.<br />
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</tbody></table>Jeff had started his own mechanic business in Mankato after he graduated high school in 1974, and Susan married Jack Alcorn on May 24, 1974 one week after her high school graduation. Henry graduated high school in 1976 and went to Beloit Vo Tech before he married Kimberly Elkins, May 25, 1980. Angelia graduated high school in 1978 and married Roger Reiter on May 28. Clifford moved to Gordon, Nebraska where he worked putting up irrigation sprinklers.<br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDk-n3Ljv7SsJoUqFXUu-A4irvYnH8mywr7tD5TXj71-I4DlNxW-uToNEv3fN16VWugKbXqkiucugrR5ucQfl-FXD510UrHxEtjzm3av_ehSfbSU43QlaH4f9g_EgmgeevaGtVyQQ5cAQ/s1600/Narka+Watertower.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDk-n3Ljv7SsJoUqFXUu-A4irvYnH8mywr7tD5TXj71-I4DlNxW-uToNEv3fN16VWugKbXqkiucugrR5ucQfl-FXD510UrHxEtjzm3av_ehSfbSU43QlaH4f9g_EgmgeevaGtVyQQ5cAQ/s320/Narka+Watertower.jpg" width="238" /></a>Cecil didn't like it in Missouri and was not happy about anything while they were there. Their youngest son Matt didn't like Missouri either and moved back to Mankato where he lived with his older brother Jeff until he was out of high school and able to support himself. Cecil did a little shearing and worked a couple of places, but just was never satisfied. Peggy however, loved it there and she was able to work at her crafts and have her animals and the peace and quiet of the country. Cecil put the property on the market and it sold right away. He and Peggy returned to the Narka, Kansas area and they opened a restaurant/grocery store that they ran for several years. They left Missouri with only their youngest child remaining. Andrea chose to stay in Missouri and finish her last year of high school and then married Doug Wilson of Aurora. Cecil and Peggy operated the store and for a time the gas station. He served on the city council and even took his turn at being mayor.<br />
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They are the grand parents of thirty and great grandparents of twenty- one and the numbers are still growing.Susanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09238968896640853629noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2079237226973241053.post-43968007141514530712011-01-19T18:59:00.000-06:002011-01-19T18:59:16.847-06:00Marie Marries Venus Vern Pierce <table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"><tbody>
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</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">This is a Letter Written to Marie by Susan Pierce (myself) probably around 1968.</div><br />
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<div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">Thank you for the information. Since you gave my most of my information I thought you might like to have a copy of my biography. Dad read it and seem to think it was pretty good. Here it is:</div><br />
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<strong>Venus Vern Pierce</strong><br />
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<div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">Venus was born to the proud parents of Alice Roena Johnson Pierce and John Franklin Pierce, on December 29, 1884 in Rock Port, Missouri.</div><br />
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Venus started farming on his own very young. He borrowed money and bought a pair of mules and a few pieces of walking machinery. He worked hard and did well and things grew.<br />
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</div>In Nebraska he bought a home and worked hard to keep it. One night when he came in from town he was surprised to find his farm on fire. This fire burned everything he had. So again from scratch Venus started over. He went to Pittsburg, Pennsylavinia, where he got a job at the Pittsburg Glass Co. as a superintendent over a large group of men. He worked hard here for several years.<br />
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In 1917, Venus sold his land and moved to a Crab Orchard, Nebraska. Venus was a good man and also very ambitious.<br />
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10-2-1949</td></tr>
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</tbody></table> <div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">Well, how do you like it? Maybe you don't, I don't know. We went to Belleville today. I got shoes for my graduation (eight grade). I get out of school in two days. Right now I'm babysitting for Mr. Yarberry, a teacher. I had another job but I had one already so I turned them down. I hate to do that but I couldn't babysit with both. </div><br />
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<div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">Well, write again and thanks for the information</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">Lot's and lot's of love,</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">your grandaughter</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">Susan</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"></div>Susanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09238968896640853629noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2079237226973241053.post-51835349031408645162010-11-12T21:20:00.000-06:002010-11-12T21:20:45.197-06:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJqUZGrVZANQT9tLrJ-LNGXO7JBrwZE4bh9Ef6vqCtIAFFzfwxz_w5GOkECdrzlqTS2crvJktH33CCe-LwmkpxYovTSkK0ikW8qYQeuJdNh2KmkqUIkssCXZS58YnEmyCM-N3D2-50PVg/s1600/P403_180_239.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJqUZGrVZANQT9tLrJ-LNGXO7JBrwZE4bh9Ef6vqCtIAFFzfwxz_w5GOkECdrzlqTS2crvJktH33CCe-LwmkpxYovTSkK0ikW8qYQeuJdNh2KmkqUIkssCXZS58YnEmyCM-N3D2-50PVg/s1600/P403_180_239.jpg" /></a></div><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><b>I Recall</b><br />
<b>by Marie Pierce</b></div><br />
I remember the day Mother was raking hay and the horses run away and she came with hair hanging down clothes all ragged. Had been drug behind the rake sometime before she got loose. Was barefoot. Lost her shoes. Was all black and blue and how scared we were and cried.<br />
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Also remember the prairie fires. How Dad would have to plow furrow guards. No wonder I have nightmares.<br />
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Grandma Mossinger<br />
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This is what stands out in my mind most of all. We were getting dinner. Had put a big granite pan of potatoes on the stove to cook. It was one of those which was smaller at the bottom then and big around at the top, and didn't set on the stove very good as we always took off the lid and set them down next to it so to get done faster. She no doubt went to check to see if they were done and the kettle tipped and hot water poured out onto her leg. Don't remember if both legs or just one and she was bedfast for some time. It just didn't heal so someone said lamb manure poultice should be good. Talbotts had lambs so we got some manure from them and tried it, but she then had a stroke and was sometime before she passed away.<br />
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Ida postponed her wedding until after she passed away. It seems Ernest was home. Maybe he was going to Taxidermist School in Omaha then and was just home a few days. It seems it was he who told of her being delirious trying to climb the walls.<br />
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I just don't seem to remember much about her prior to that. Have been trying to bring something back. That was such a tragic thing. I would have been 10 years old.<br />
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We were bed pals.<br />
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Prayer<br />
Ich bin klein<br />
Mein Herz ist rein<br />
Soll Niemand darin wohnen<br />
Als Jesus allein Amen<br />
translation:<br />
I am small or little<br />
my heart is clean or pure<br />
shall none therin dwell or live<br />
Save Jesus Alone<br />
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And we always said the Lord's Prayer in German and I still do to this day.<br />
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Notes on the above:<br />
White Lake, South Dakota circa 1895-1900. Marie Blum Pierce was approximately 3 to 5 years of age.<br />
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From this time period, Marie also remember sheep shearing. She recalls "great big long sacks", each filled with approximately 100 lbs. of wool, being "placed in a shed." Her job was to walk out to where the men were working and to "call them for dinner."<br />
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In 1900 Marie's family moved form White Lake, South Dakota to a homestead near South Bend, Nebraska. She remembers taking the train to Nebraska with her father, Andrew Blum. Marie, and impressionable 5 yr. old at the time, enjoyed the popcorn and peanuts which her father generously bought for her from the train's porters.<br />
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The Nebraska homestead near South Bend was purchased from the Sweeney family who was related to Minnie Mossinger Huber's husband. Minnie was Marie's Aunt. When the Sweeneys left the South Bend homestead for California, they were unable to take their two large dogs with them. Until the Sweeny family sent for the dogs, the pets occupied the small frame house on the homestead along with the entire Blum family.<br />
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Marie remembers that the 4 room house had and "all occasion-dining room", a parlor with "green wall paper with big white figures", a 'built-on kitchen with a cupboard between the kitchen and dining room", and one big sleeping room. Marie recalls, "We all slept in one room." She remembers "a porch facing the east", and a fenced yard with flowers and a "big garden."<br />
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A rock house was also on the property. It was larger than the frame house and in need of repairs. Some time later, after repairs were completed, the Blum family moved into the rock house. <br />
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Marie says, "My Dad moved to Nebraska because of the spring and the pond on the homestead. In South Dakota we didn't have a spring." The South Bend Homestead spring had a "ramp that pumped the water into the tank." From the tank it was "pushed into pipes" to water various areas of the homestead.<br />
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A variety of fruit trees grew on the 80 acre homestead near South Bend. Marie recalls peach, pear, and apple trees. Later her father also planted 5 acres of grapes. She also remember timothy grass growing on the property. This was a "tall grass with a solid stem like foxtail."<br />
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Prior to the birth of the youngest child, Martin Blum on March 8, 1905: the Blum Homestead was occupied by Marie's Grandma, Caroline Mossinger: Marie's mother and father, Louise and Andrew Blum; and 7 children including Ida, Ernest, Albert, Louise, Marie, Bill and Andrew.<br />
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By this time, the Blum family had moved into the larger rock house on their homestead. This house was built into the ground with a large living room and kitchen accommodation on the basement level with an entrance from the south. The south wall was fully exposed. The west wall was partially exposed to the outside while the north wall had dirt all around it. The east wall was the ground level for the second floor. There was a large stone fireplace in the southeast corner of the building which extended to the second story. The living room-kitchen accommodation was approximately 12'x16'. From the living room, there was and entrance to a full length pantry, approximately 6'x16', which was filled with canned and fresh vegetables. At the back of the pantry was and entrance which led to the cellar containing fruit, potatoes and wine stored in barrels. In the winter, a cake of salted herring was kept in the kitchen accommodation because it was one of Andrew Blum Sr.'s favorite foods. A sharply angled staircase led to the second story of the house. Three bedrooms were found on this floor. Marie and her Grandma shared the small bedroom immediately to the right at the top of the stairs. The bedroom to the left of the stairs was a large room with a fireplace and an exit to the outside.<br />
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The stove burned wood or cobs. The burner-lid on the stove was removed so that the pan could be placed directly on the burning cobs or wood.<br />
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Grandma Mossinger's accident occurred several months before the birth of Martin on March 8, 1905.<br />
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Caroline Mossinger, Marie's Grandma, passed away June 4, 1905.<br />
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Marie remembers her Grandma teaching her this prayer.<br />
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Translation by Martin Blum<br />
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<b>*A stirring memento of pioneer days to a generation blessed with affluence and to unmindful of our responsibilities to succeeding generations, love of God, and neighbor. Martin Blum</b>Susanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09238968896640853629noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2079237226973241053.post-54078958375996350752010-11-01T07:05:00.001-05:002010-11-01T07:05:00.531-05:00The Writings of Lawrence DuerrLawrenc Duerr was the husband of Elda Thieman, daughter of Herman and Ida (Blum) Thieman. The following is from his writings. I'm going to change it a little so that it is more easily understoond, but the basic information is as written by him in 1991.<br />
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Lawrence Duerr was the grandson of Christian Duerr. Christian Duerr was born 5-7-1841 in Wittenburg, Germany. Christian had two brothers and one sister that we are sure of. He came to America, landing at Boston, October 12, 1864. From there he went to Dayton, Ohio, where a brother, Gottleib lived. No one seemed to know if any more of the family came to the United States or not.<br />
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Lawrence's Grandmother, Mary Huber Duerr, was born Feb.2, 1846 at Greenville, Ohio. She married Christian Duerr in 1866. They migrated to Nebraska in 1869 arriving in Plattsmouth April 9, 1869. They settled a mile south of where the town of Louisville, Nebraska is situated, where Mary's uncle, Captain Hoover, lived. He came out here from Ohio in 1862. He was the first Postmaster at Louisville. Mary's father and Captain Hoover were brothers. Her father was Jacob Huber, but his brother's name was Hoover. Hoover is the English version of Huber. Jacob kept the German-Huber.<br />
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The two old gents, owned the land where Louisville is now and when the B&O Railroad came along, they gave the railroad 1/3 of the town lots to lay out a town and establish a station there. <br />
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Jacob Huber's family consisted of two sons George and Phillip, and four daughters, Mary, Kate, Caroline and Christina.<br />
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Christian Duerr and Mary Duerr had four children, George, who was born in Ohio, November 22, 1868 (Lawrence's father), Philip, Lucy and Anna-all born at Louisville.<br />
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Philip married Anna Bell Leddy of South Bend. They had 3 children, John, Stella, and Charles.<br />
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Anna married John Leddy, also of South Bend. They had one daughter, Della. They later divorced.<br />
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Lucy married Martin Zaar of South Bend and had one adopted daughter, Florence.<br />
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George married Roseanna Hartman of Chapman, Nebraska. They had two children Lawrence and Ruth.<br />
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In 1934 Lawrence married Elsie Stulken of Selby, South Dakota. She was a Canadian, born Feb 2 1911. at Gleichen, Alberta, Canada, and taught school in Dakota and later in Nebraska. They raised three pretty nice children, Marie Anne, Marlene, and son, Gail. Marie Anne lives at North Bend, Oregon, Marlene lives at Java, South Dakota, and Gail lives in Leon, Iowa.<br />
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Roseann Hartman (Lawrence's mother) was born at Chapman, Nebraska, October 1, 1885. Roseann mother was Elizabeth Hudnall, and she is buried in the Chapman Cemetery. Her father is supposedly buried at Whiteside, MO., where he was killed in a lumbering accident. There were 5 more in the family besides Roseann. Four boys, Lou, Arthur, John, and George, and one girl, Bessie.<br />
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Lawrence's wife Elsie (Stulken) had 5 brothers and one sister. She was the only one born one Canada. Her father took a homestead 40 miles from a town called Hannah. His father in law used to tell of life in Canada, fifty below zero temperature. By the time the wheat was ripe, the ground would be frozen and riding the grain binder was quite jarring. When Elsie was five years old they moved back to the States. She was the only one with dual citizenship. Born of American parents made her an American, but she was also a Canadian citizen by right of birth, however, she never knew it until about ten years before she passed away.<br />
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Lawrence later remarried to Elda Thieman, a lady he had known for 60 years. (Elda will be 103 in Feb. of 2011).<br />
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Lawrence says:<br />
My early recollections of Louisville (Nebraska) are pretty fair, but not guaranteed one hundred percent. On the East side of Main street, the Drake Hotel, the Currier Newspaper print shop, Wm. Keecklow's Blacksmith Shop, next, a small building (probably a cram station). Ben Hoover's Jewelry and Watch Repair. Another building housed a shoe repair shop. A restaurant, Wm. Diers General Store and Blakes Drugstor. Across the street going north was Krafts Store, a Saloon, Pankonin's Implement Store, Edgar Pankonin's Repair Shop, and other building that housed a sort of variety store, Frank Buckmans Bakery and Mob McCarty's home.<br />
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The west side of Main Street going south isn't as clear. One building called the Ontario House, must have been a Boarding House. It stood where the Laundromat stands today. Then there were 2 more buildings. that I don't know what was in them. The the old Joyland Theater, then a row of small frame buildings. next a building that housed the Post Office after 1914, next was Ossenkop's General Store and then the Bank of Commerce. Across the street north was a hardware store ran by a man named Dorsey. He also was Postmaster in 1913 and maybe 1914. Next was Stander and Stander Hardware and Furniture Store. Frank Nichol's General Store, Frank Johnson's Restaurant, Bob McCarty's Saloon, Ed Twiss Meat Market, then the Telephone Office. Metz Saloon, I have no recollection of the next 2 buildings, Dr. Worthman's office was on the corner, across the street south was the Star Liver Barn. Stander and Stander sold gasoline, at first it was kept in a barrel in the back yard. It was carried out and poured in your car from a can and funnel. Later they installed the first gas pump in town. A bowser ratchet pump that put out a gallon at a stroke. Gas pumps increased fast in town. At one time there were 8 pumps in town. There were 7 left in 1950, now I guess one can't even get a tire repaired in town.<br />
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The folks would go to town about once a week to get the mail and some groceries, such as flour, sugar, coffee, etc. At those times a farm was almost self sufficient. They produced their own meat, canned vegetables, fruit, milk and butter.<br />
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Louisville at that time had three general merchandise stores that sold groceries, dry goods and clothing. there was a meat market also, that sold meat and meat products. In those times, many people in town kept a milk cow. Some boys had the chore of taking the cows to pasture every morning and bringing them in again a night. More affluent folks kept a driving horse and buggy. Sometimes father and mother would go to Omaha to shop. We would drive the horse and buggy to the livery barn where they would take care of the horse, and take us to the train depot. When the train came back in late afternoon, the livery rig would be there to pick us up. When we got up town, the horse was hitched up and ready to go, all for about a dollar and sometimes less. A livery rig could also be rented by the hour or day.<br />
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Life was simpler in those times. Everyone wasn't running madly hither and yonl Oh yes, there were busy times, like harvest time, when getting the harvest done, like getting wheat and other small grain in the shock and then threshing time where a few hectic days; but people helped one another, if it took a day or so longer at one place, the crew finished it up, no one thought of overtime or extra pay!<br />
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The farm ladies of the neighborhood all tried to out do one another feeding the crew. The usual crew was 15 or 20 men. As soon as I was big enough to spit over my bib, it seems I had my little chores to do, such as feeding and watering chickens and bringing in corn cobs and wood for Mom's cook stove. Didn't seem to hurt me. At that time we were to start to school at seven years, but we had whooping cough that summer and the school board decided i was to stay home as I might give it to the other kids. father bought me some books. Although I was already able to read and write, on stormy days my father would come in the house and he and mom would talk and I listened. He got a slate and pencil and taught me arithmetic and writing so by the time I was five years old, I could read and write. The first year I went to school, i took 3 grades and i took the 5th and 6th grades in one year, so I didn't spend a lot of time in school-8 grades in 5 years. In those days a high school education wasn't considered necessary to farm, but who in the hell said I wanted to farm~ That's all water over the dam now. I fooled them all, I think that I got myself a fair education.<br />
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I have lived in a time of great change. I remember when an automobile was considered to be a well to do man's toy. There were few roads fit to drive them on and the fabric tires of that time were not too good. A thousand miles was considered good. after WWI they started to improve roads and the cord tire appeared. Also anti freeze was unknown before 1927. The first gravel was put on roads in this area in 1924. I can remember the special election to vote on Bonds to gravel the road out each way from Louisville to the precinct line. A hue and cry went up that it wouldn't work and wasn't worth the price. The bond issue carried and it wasn't so bad after all, and more roads were graded and gravelled. By 1932 or 1933 most main roads were graveled. Before 1914 not everyone had a telephone. It took years to get lines extended. The first electric lights appeared in <span style="background-color: white;">Louisville in 1915. Before that, kerosene lamps were the source of light, except a few gasoline lighting systems and a few carbide gas plants - really they were acetylene gas lights. By 1920, gasoline engine powered generators were beginning to appear. The generators kept a bank of large batteries charged, usually 32 volts. they furnished electricity for lights and motors to run washers and pump water. We even had a 32 volt iron. We would charge batteries at least once a week. i acquired a plant about 1937 and used it until the high line came about, thanks to R.E.A.</span><br />
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Ra<span style="background-color: white;">dio came into general use in the 1920's Some of the first ones were crystal sets. We listened with ear phones and had one that worked real well. They cost nothing to operate. By 1926 I had a 5 tube super- hetrodyne set with a loud speaker. Television became the thin in the 1950's. The early sets were quite cantankerous. Horse and mule power powered agriculture until the late thirties when the row crop tractors attained a degree of efficiency. For cultivating row crops, up until the 1920's steam traction engines were used mostly for powering threshers, corn sheller, etc. They were too ungainly for most field work. The first gas and oil burning tractors were awkward but they were improved rapidly, lighter and faster. i had a 1924 McCormick Deering 15-30 and a three bottom plow. I plowed several thousand acres with it as there weren't many around. With a team and one row cultivator, one could cultivate 5 or 6 acres of corn a day. With the farm all row crop and 2 row cultivator, one could cultivate 20 or more acres a day.</span><br />
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When I got to be 21 years old, I got elected to the District 86 School board and served continuous for 21 years. Then in 1946 I was elected Justice of the Peace for <span style="background-color: yellow;">one </span> term. That's where the nickname "Judge" came from. <br />
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My father told of the grasshopper plague of the 1880's-- when they came it was like a cloud. When they left, they had eaten everything that was green and how everything had to be hauled from Plattsmouth before the railroad was built. When they got the first reaper, then they could raise more than 5 acres of grain. before that, it was cut with a cradle. I don't remember how long it took to cut an acre of grain with a cradle, but I bet it took more than one day. After the reaper came the binder that tied the grain into bundles with twine. The first ones gave a lot of trouble. My father made an improvement on the Knotter that hasn't been changed today. Knotters are still used on hay balers. International Harvester paid him 25 dollars for the idea. The corn was picked by hand and a good husker could pick 100 bushels a day and some could pick more. But I couldn't do it. Seventy 5 bushels was my limit. As the corn picker was developed, a tractor mounted picker could pick 600 bushels a day. Now with the combine, they can harvest 600 bushels in an hour. However, they grind up the corn cobs.<br />
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Back to myself -- by and large, I had an enjoyable childhood. Even dangerous sometimes.. for instance, when I was six and a half years old I poured kerosene on a bed of live coals and blew up the stove and got fried GOOD! I out grew 99% of the scars but I still have a few. My father had a box of about a dozen new door locks. I got into them and took them apart..of course.. i couldn't put them back together again! Father told mother 'That kid is like a grasshopper--into everything!" I was always a curious brat, very few things escaped my attention. Like all boys, I wanted a gun, but no dice! Finally when I was old enough, father said "there's a shot gun, go hunting." I shot once. It kicked like a mule. I went back home and never took it again!<br />
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When I was three years old, my father bought a Model T Ford car. It was some treat to ride in an automobile. That one, like most cars of its time, had aceteylene gas head lamps. Two carriage style lamps mounted on the cowl, burned kerosene, as did the tail lamp. When winter came, autos of that era were usually jacked up, partly because to drive in cold weather boiling water was poured into the radiator to help in starting. On arrival of where ever you were going, the water was drained until you were ready to go home. Anti freeze didn't come on the market until the late twenties and that was alcohol based and evaporated badly. Some tried glycerin in the radiators before but it would seep out and also turned the consistency of spaghetti. Father kept that car until 1922. An old gentleman, Noah Stafford always wanted to buy it. He finally must have made an offer that Pop couldn't turn down, as the man's son- in-law came home from town with us and took the car back. By that time we had a telephone and father called the Ford dealer at Weeping Water and told him to bring a new car over. Needless to say, he was there in less than an hour. It was possibly one of the easiest sales ever made. That was a good car and an uptown job, electric light, electric started, demountable rims and a spare tire.<br />
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In 1913 father also traded his Edison Cylinder Record Phonograph on a new Victrola. I still have it and it plays as good as ever. Seventy seven years is a long time for something like that to last!<br />
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We had an eight acre orchard-- mostly summer apples. Once in awhile father would ship a carload, but usually there wasn't too much of a market for summer apples. Wind falls that fell in deep grass were given away and picked off the tree, 10 cents per bushel. We had a large cider mill. People would come and make cider by the jug full. One neighbor would come every summer with the whole family and make 2 barrels of cider for vinegar. As i got older, I wondered at the amount of vinegar they used. I imagine some of it ended up as hard cider with a kick like a mule.<br />
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When I got big enough to run a walking plow, Pop didn't hire a man for fall plowing. I thought, "Oh Boy, i'm a man now!" Running a plow isn't hard work, just walking and having a hand on the handles. We had 60 acres to plow every fall with two sixteen inch plows! In later years I figured how far one walks to plow one acre with a sixteen inch plow--about seven and a half miles! To give the horses a rest, we would stop and put up prairie hay, fill the hay mow in the barn and make a couple of big stacks outside. Then came wheat seeding time and then corn picking. I never had to pick much corn. Everyone tried to get through by Thanksgiving. Also when I went to school, all of the big boys and some girls got at least 2 weeks off to pick corn. Wouldn't that cause a consternation now?!<br />
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At Thanksgiving time a program of music, song and maybe a stage play was put on at the school house. In those days the school house was more or less the center of social activity for the neighborhood. Sometimes we had a box supper at the shool house. Ladies and girls would fix up a pretty box with lunch for two and they were auctioned off. Some of the fellows would pay a good price to get to eat with his girl. Then there were house parties once in a while, or maybe a dance. I played for dances but never learned to dance. Life was simpler then and entertainment was a lot cheaper too.<br />
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The late teens and early twenties was an era of good times. Sporty roadsters with rumble seats, girls bobbed their hair, put on lots of make up and wore short skirts--it was called the Flapper Era. The general conduct was called scandalous by the more prim members of society, but everyone seemed to survive and most turned out as pretty good people.<br />
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On September 23, 1923, a flood hit Louisville and drowned 13 people. One was never found. Water was counter deep in the stores, damage was extensive. Surprisingly, a few people seemed to know about it. I have a set of pictures of the flood. <br />
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October 1929 herald the start of the Great Depression. Panic on Wall Street, bank failures, millions were out of work, farm prices dropped and in 1930 and 31, the depression deepened. Some turned their pockets inside out and called them Hoover flags. To make matters worse, the drought of the 1930's set in- with dust storms-sometimes we lit lamps at noon. The sky was dark with dust. In 1932, Franklin Roosevelt was elected President. he instituted some reforms - WPA, to make work. The pay wasn't much but it helped people to retain some dignity. Prices remained low on what crops escaped the drought. The Kellogg Co. was offering 13 cents a bushel for corn. Hogs sold for as little as 2 cents per pound. I sold 400 pound hogs for eight dollars each. Twenty five dollars would buy a good milk cow, if you had twenty five dollars. After 1936 it started raining again and conditions got better. Corn got to 45 cents then WWII came along and there were plenty of things to fret about-food and gasoline rationing along with tire rationing! They imposed a 35 MPH speed limit. It was enforced. If you were caught speeding you could lose your 3 gallon per week, gas or your tires, or both! The war put thousands back to work making planes and munitions. Of course, after the war, there was great demand for goods of all kinds.<br />
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By 1947, i was repairing things for others anyway, so went at it full time and stayed at it for 40 years. I worked for Pankonin's Implement Co. for five years and worked nights and weekends at home. I still do some, but prefer wood work.<br />
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Just for old times sake, I have a Grocery ad of June 10, 1939. <br />
Sugar 10# cloth bag...........49 cents<br />
Four 49# bag....................98 cents<br />
peaches 2 1/2# can..two for 25 cents<br />
corn flakes ..2 large boxes ..19 cents<br />
pork chops ........................10 cents per #<br />
Candy bars.....................3 for 10 cents<br />
Coffee.............................17 cents<br />
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About that time we would take a case of eggs to town--12 cents a dozen. Another thing I forgot to mention was early refrigerators and the winter ice harvest. Jim Hoover had an ice house that supposedly held 100 tons. He would peddle ice in town all summer. father made an ice house and put up ice. It usually lasted most of the summer. An ice box as they were called, didn't keep it too cold; about 40 degrees at best. Folks that had a dug well would hang cream and butter down in the well. Then there were iceless coolers for sale. A hole was dug 8 to 10 feet deep and this metal tube was set in it. Containers were lowered into it with a rope on a crank. We had a large refrigerator that held 100 pounds of ice and had a water cooler built in.<br />
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To beat the summer heat, some folks built summer kitchens to cook in and then carried the food into the house. <br />
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Those were the good old days that are talked about! Some were not so good but people survived. The only thing that can be said for them is that life was a lot simpler and probably people were just as happy then as they are now. Would I live them over? Sure thing, only I would want a few changes; although I can't think of what they would be. I have enjoyed life immensely. While I am at it, I might as well mention that I did go to music school. That is the only thing that I have the papers to prove that I learned!<br />
Lawrence DuerrSusanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09238968896640853629noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2079237226973241053.post-91592640364277133552010-10-29T13:18:00.003-05:002010-10-29T13:23:29.031-05:00<div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">This is an interesting article on the Founder of Louisville, Nebraska he was the brother to Minne Moesinger Huber. I didn't know how to publish it so that you could read it but if you double click on the picture it will open it in another window and you can then zoom in on it and I think you will be able to read it from there. Try it and let me know if it doesn't work.</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHp6RKrMhTz4lJ7esuqWSHBhCbSsOB0TwppwtPgaeAPSbn6edQk2Vto-xXXQ7i9-ETMFwBUS7DrECjBDkOKgsWFYSBqTbHUdNFZUXJgHLkujxhpxTnsVYnGSPsJBrE3i_Cbi6zuxL5C7I/s1600/P776_1200_1800.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" nx="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHp6RKrMhTz4lJ7esuqWSHBhCbSsOB0TwppwtPgaeAPSbn6edQk2Vto-xXXQ7i9-ETMFwBUS7DrECjBDkOKgsWFYSBqTbHUdNFZUXJgHLkujxhpxTnsVYnGSPsJBrE3i_Cbi6zuxL5C7I/s640/P776_1200_1800.jpg" width="426" /></a></div>Susanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09238968896640853629noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2079237226973241053.post-35600747578432909932010-10-03T09:37:00.002-05:002010-10-03T10:35:01.795-05:00Instructions on ImmigrationI thought I'd share with you this letter. It was translated from German in 1933 by a Lutheran minister. The letter was from a William Blum. We received the original letter from Pius Bloom of Fostoria, Ohio. I'm am still trying to locate information on him. But never the less it is of considerable interest. <br />
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Fremont, May 1 1854<br />
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Dear Parents, brothers, and sisters,<br />
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We received your communication, April 26, and with sad hearts we perceive what your condition in Germany actually is. We also learned from your letter that all your property was sold. Yes, you are even forced to leave your home and move into a rented house. You very likely feel as though you are entirely forsaken, and that there is no help which you can longer hope for. You must not on that account despair. Since they no longer help you in Germany, aid comes from distant America, for we have not forgotten you, dear parents, brothers, and sisters. We think of you day and night. Your brothers and sisters all come to our aid and help us make it possible that you can come also and be with us. You also asked what you are to do with the money which your brother "Will" sent you. Your brother wanted to send me that money because he didn't beleive I could collect my travelling expenses. He had sent the money only a day before I arrived at his home. If we hadn't been mistaken and would have gotten on the Erie train, we would have arrived in Buffalo in twice twenty four hours from New York. We have to ride two days and two nights before we reach Buffalo. There our money cost us the most. What work "Will" is doing I have written already. Uncle Will also helped me out that I could carry on my trade as before.<br />
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Now, hurry and get over here to America. The money will arrive. We are sending you 250 pounds. Get started just as soon as you can. Don't spend much money for clothing. It is sufficient if each of you has 2 "Mundarna", for you have as big a choice of clothing in America as in Germany. Don't take more along than (necessary) so that you will not have to pay much for access weight, for in America you cannot chose your own method of transportation. I want to remind you also that you do not deal with any other agent than the Inn Keeper, Ulrich, in Emmendingen. I wish that all Germans from Baden would deal with him, we have much to thank him for. I pray him to care for our parents, as he did for us. When you deal, then deal without cost as we also did. Supply yourselves with money for 8 weeks, and I advise you that you take mostly potatoes, fruit, a considerable amount of coffee and a good sugar sack. Buy the sugar at the harbor, then you will have to pay no tax. Make your own Zwiebach, do not make it too hard, as ours was. Take about as much _____ as the two of us had. Take a quantity of prunes. Also take a considerable amount of tea and vinegar. I advise you not to take along any pork, you can (smoke?) other kind of meat and take it along. Supply yourselves with provisions for eight weeks, then you can take along what you like. You can do your own cooking on the ship. Fresh bread you can take from the harbor. You can take a 4 to 6 week supply of bread. Potatoes and coffee were most desirable to me on the boat. When you arrive at the city in which the harbor is, write us a letter before you sail, write us the name of the ship, and the name of the captain and when the ship sails and when you are to arrive in New York, then you can stay in the German In at xx____ St. NO. 66. Do not remain there long for it may cost you from 1 pound to more than a pound. Deal with the Inkeeper before you ______.<br />
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Do not permit a "Wagler" to coax you to go with him. When you are in the Inn have the Keeper go with you at once to the Telegraph office and have them wire us that you have arrived, then Wilhelm will come and meet you in New York. When you are in the Inn, look for Keller and stay with him until Wilhelm comes. It will cost much money to stay in the Inn and Friedrich Keller will be glad to care for you for the time. Do not deal _____until Wilhelm is with you, for there is much deceitfullness. We were shamefully deceived, therfore the brother is coming to get you. Telegraph Siring Young in Fremont, Sanducky County, State office. Rosina is working in town and likes it now. At first she didn't like it. One must learn everything anew here in America. Her sister is to do what she likes, she can not be blamed, for at first no one is satisfied, but after you have become somewhat acquainted, nobody desires to return to Germany.<br />
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With the first money you receive there are two dollars for a mouth organ. With the money which was now sent to you there are six dollars for a "Zilinter" pocket watch. You can bring 3 of them , one for me, one for Wilhelm, and one for yourself. You must bring very good ones, however. Put them in a box and pack them well with cotton. I had to sell my watch on the trip. Address: Friedrich Keller, butcher on the 9th "Aehen" St. 37, house number 428.<br />
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One thing more, I know that many would like to come to America, but haven't the heart. Greet Martin Glaus, and Nicolaus Kern, and his brother, they are strong fellows. They can earn more in 2 years in America than in 6 years in Germany. Sell your possissions and get on your way, you will not regret it. Also greet (Rebstock) Wirth (Innkeeper) and his wife and children, Adolf, student, Mina, and little Karolina. Also greet Grandmother and all her relatives. Also the assistant teacher Fischer, your maid, Maria and her sister Magdalena Friedericka Dolder. You said that he who would like the sweet kernal must break the hard nut. I would never want to return to Germany.<br />
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Take some of every kind of garden seed, and flower seed, and if possible some plants from the garden, put them in soil and take them along. You can bring "Nuz" too (perhaps that was the name of a pet dog). I greet all good friends and especially William Fohringer and the bowling alley keeper Mrs. Mossinger.<br />
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William Blum<br />
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Appendix:<br />
Dear Father;<br />
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You have forty dollars for a single person, born in -----. She is employed in --------. Go to her at once, she is to go with you. Her name is Elizabeth Danker, she is employed by Jacob Taur in Buschenfingen. Take care of the girl as though she were your own, take care of the dealings together with yours. Pay the money personally with your own hands. Pay for her whatever expenses there are and make accurate note of it that you may give account of it when you arrive. <br />
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The forty dollars were given with ours to Mister Nollar so that you can care for her on the trip.Susanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09238968896640853629noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2079237226973241053.post-81439398432551900622010-10-01T23:55:00.001-05:002010-10-02T00:11:29.673-05:00An Early History LessonBelow is a copy of a letter that was written to me in 1987 by my great uncle Martin Blum in reply to questions I had on the family. It gives a little insight to the life and times. Hope you find it interesting.<br />
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March 8 1987<br />
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Dear Susan,<br />
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It is good to hear from you. For you I will accept the challenge of giving excerpts from the family history. This has to be from memory as I have none of the past records with me.<br />
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We begin in Germany. West Germany as it is now is bigger than Nebraska and not as large as Colorado. Even as the USA is made of states, so too West Germany is made of provinces. One of those provinces is Baden now combined with Wurttemberg (Baden Wurttemberg).<br />
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This background is necessary. The Blum family history begins with the Baden Rebellion of 1848. Baden was ruled autocratically by an individual. Wurttemberg was ruled by a king. People had nothing to say about political appointees. Taxes were levied partially. There was unrest all over central Europe and real hardship in Baden. Organizers thinking in terms of revolution and government reforms gained many followers. One of those rebel leaders escaped to the USA and became very active in American politics. He supported Lincoln in his campaign for the presidency. He was a general in the Civil War for the North. He became a US Senator and member of the cabinet for Hayes. His name was Carl Schurz.<br />
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Mother was not as enslaved with farm and family work when I came along. I was born when she was 45. She knew my interest in history. She told me of the Baden Rebellion. She and her mother followed closely any and all news about Carl Schurz. He died the year I was born.<br />
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Mother told me that her father escaped to America maybe South America. All of the succeeding years, I researched for more information about my grandfather. I scanned Schurz's autobiography--three volumes of it for a trace of my grandfather. I almost hoped that I could learn of grandpa serving in the Civil War here. After all he was a lieutenant in the Prussian Army.<br />
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In 1983, I visited Germany resolved to continue my research. I visited kin of my mother. They too told me grandpa escaped to America. I asked a first cousin on my father's side. He could fill me in with much family history. About my grandfather, he knew nothing. My grandfather had escaped the battle ground and returned to the native village of Kondringen. Mum was the word in the village. He could carry on the business of inn keeper. His father was innkeeper before him and stayed on as butcher. They were relatively well to do and prosperous. That inn still stands. It was buildt in 1550--Rebstock was its name. Within a stone's throw was the Blum home. It was buildt in 1814 by Andrew Blum who was born before 1800. A.B-1814 is carved above the door. His grave stone is in the wall around the cemetery. We could not deciper the year of his death. The house is occupied by my first cousin Fritz Blum, his son Alfred and Alfred's wife Emmi.<br />
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The Blum Family history in America begins in Council Bluffs, Iowa. We learn that in 1881 my mother came to join her sister Caroline (Aunt Carrie) and brother-in-law William Blum. They had four children. Living with them was my father Andrew Blum. Coincidentally foreigners coming to America needed sponsors. Andrew was here first working as a maltster in a brewery. He purchased the home to help provide for them and William gained work in the brewery as a laborer.<br />
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Successively following was Uncle Martin Blum who became a successful brew master for Storz. Later Martin had his own brewery. In close succession, Aunt Minnie my mother's sister and my grandmother came over and my father's brother Gustav also came. In the meantime, my parents homesteaded in South Dakota in 1882. Among records we have is a baptismal certificate of my sister Eliza who died at the age of four. William Blum and Minnie Huber were sponsors at the baptism. William had a most artistically penned signature. My father spent many winters in Omaha usually as a maltster to come up with hard money to provide some of the necessities. Those were rugged pioneer days in South Dakota. Two children, Ida and Ernest, had a milk route to pick up cans of milk. They couldn't lift the cans, hence provision was made at their stops to provide standards above the ground wagon height so they could tilt the cans enough to rock them back and forth to the wagon.<br />
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In 1900, dad saw an 80 acre farm near South Bend Nebraska. The plentiful water, the fruit trees, the grape vineyard, even the hills were too much for him. Nostalgia and sentiment carried him back to his native Baden home. He had always claimed South Dakota was too like a soap bubble. You could have a bumper crop in the fields to be "burst' by hail, drought and grasshopper. He parted with his sheep, two 160 acre tracts in South Dakota, and brought his family to Nebraska.<br />
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I've mention earlier my visit to Germany in 1983. While there, I visited the parsonage next to the Rebstock. There all records were complete. The parson had adequate forewarning. I had made clear I wanted to know what happened to my grandfather, having met the preacher early in my visit there. He was fully prepared. My grandfather was buried July 8, 1866!!<br />
"Impossible", I exploded.<br />
Many thoughts raced through my mind as the preacher reread from the church records. "Carl Mossinger--Rebstock innkeeper was buried July 8, 1866."<br />
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Between 1866 and 1881 were very trying years for the Mossinger (pronounced MAYSINGER) family. That included my grandmother, great grand father, perhaps my uncle Adolf who was 18 years of age in 1866 and successively younger children, Aunt Minnie, Aunt Caroline, Uncle Gustav, Uncle Emil and my mother who was six years old. The family was literally hostage. The Rebstock was commandeered for the purpose of spreading the net for the capture of Grandfather Carl. At Carl's disappearance, my grandmother most fervently hoped and prayed for his successful escape. It would have been simple to escape into Switzerland as many other had escaped before, including Carl Schurz of whom I have written earlier. It was even possible to escape into France which required crossing the Rhine River. In 1866, Prussia was at war with Austria. Carl, my grandfather, could have reached Austria through Wurttemberg whose provincial king sided with Austria.<br />
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The family hated and mistrusted the military people who occupied the whole second floor. They made the second larger room upstairs a court room. It is reasonable to expect that the family may not have believed reports that Carl was slain. Profits fell from the first floor of the inn and also from the slaughter house and meat market. This property was adjacent to the inn and operated by my great grandfather. Taxes were immediately raised. The grad duke was out to confiscate the property obviously. In 1867, foreclosure was begun. Naturally, a court house records make the foreclosure appear like an ordinary foreclosure. Those records unmistakably reveal the occupation of the inn entrance and second floor by the military.<br />
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In 1870, Prussia was at war with France. The proximity of the Rhine, the border between the two countries, caused all people on both sides constant fear and concern.<br />
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In 1881, a buyer was found for all the property including that of our great grandfather. Mother at age 21 emigrated from Germany.<br />
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The first chapter in our family history may be concluded at this point. One thing is missing. How did dad, my father get to America? He never dwelt on the past. His was a three word slogan, <strong>"Always straight ahead."</strong> Hence, he never dwelt on the past. I've looked at records kept by the Mormon Church for clues here. They have many genealogy records here in Omaha, but the big church in Salt lake in Utah is famed for it's records. I can offer only a guess that Dad boarded a steamer in Europe and stoked coal in those fires that generated the steam for motors to propel the ship. We must recall that dad had a strong well-muscled back. Polk's city directories list him as a maltster for breweries in Council Bluffs and Omaha. His only explanation for the term maltster was explained by him as one who observed one of the brewing processes. It meant even at 2 or 3 in the morning on occasion to move, by scoop, brew to prevent it from getting too hot. I have visualized mounds of barley mixed with hops and moisture to start the fermentation process.<br />
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He had worked in Cincinnati breweries and New York as he migrated westward. That he was physically able to fire steamer engines, I am certain. In the summer of 1935, at the age of 84, he still hoed his vineyard. He used a nigger hoe which was heavier and larger than our common hoe. That hoe derived its name because purportedly slaves were forced to use them in cotton and tobacco fields.<br />
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The day William, my brother, and I were in the parsonage, I mentioned that according to legend Carl Schurz had frequently visited the Rebstock. The Pastor instantly recognized that he had a newsworthy story. Carl Schurz is now propagandized as an heroic "freedom fighter." I was told military establishments are now named after him. As a result, William and I were photographed on steps to the parsonage. A newspaper article was written in the Freiburg newspaper with our pictures.<br />
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With love,<br />
Your great Uncle MartinSusanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09238968896640853629noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2079237226973241053.post-77051692632388862022010-08-21T17:49:00.000-05:002010-08-21T17:49:52.195-05:00A Poem For DaddyAugust 21, 2010<br />
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I looked out my kitchen window <br />
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and I saw coming up the road,<br />
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an old man in an electric chair<br />
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straying not to far from home.<br />
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He comes this way most everyday <br />
<br />
after making rounds about the town,<br />
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to share the news he's gathered -<br />
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he starts spreading it around.<br />
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He doesn't always get his stories straight<br />
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and he never stays too long.<br />
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He just lets you know what he thinks he heard<br />
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and then he travels on.<br />
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He's always in his overalls<br />
<br />
with a dirty ole cap upon his head,<br />
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and occasionally he'll be wearing <br />
<br />
the jelly from his bread.<br />
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Sometimes he brings along advice of <br />
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to him what just looks wrong.<br />
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Sometimes he's just been thinking<br />
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or has a job for you to do,<br />
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or he tells you 'bout his aches and pains<br />
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and complains of his age too.<br />
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Perhaps something compells him <br />
<br />
to share a story now and then<br />
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of something he once did<br />
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or places that he's been.<br />
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Tears will well up in his eyes <br />
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if he speaks about his kids.<br />
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Of all the things the years have given him<br />
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he hasn't much to show<br />
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'cept for the son's and daughter's,<br />
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that's one thing that he know's.<br />
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Cause, they'll throw their arms around him,<br />
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to them he's not so bad,<br />
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and he knows they really love him<br />
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every time they call him "Dad".<br />
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by Susan HolmesSusanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09238968896640853629noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2079237226973241053.post-88933579605377054972010-01-13T23:18:00.002-06:002010-08-21T17:57:35.724-05:00More Family Arrive from GermanyIn 1923, Adolpfine (a neice of Louise Blum) and her husband, Paul Sick along with their children, Willie, Kurt, and Werner, arrived from Germany. Andrew guaranteed them a place to stay and food to eat until they could become established in business. <br />
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While staying with them on the homestead at South Bend, Grandma Louise fell while going to the chicken house to pick up eggs. Adolfine took over the household while grandma recovered, cooking for everyone, cleaning, gathering eggs, and milking the cows. She thought it was an awful lot of work.<br />
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They soon moved to Omaha where Paul started a nursery of flowers and vegtables.<br />
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</div><div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Adolphine was born to Karl Adolf Mossinger (born 1850 died 1989) son of George Karl Mossinger and Caroline Jenne of Koendringen, Baden, Germany, Febuary 20, 1886 in Germany. She died in Omaha, Nebraska on February 17, 1989 just short of her 103rd birthday.</div>Susanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09238968896640853629noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2079237226973241053.post-53463430080858283082010-01-13T22:35:00.001-06:002010-01-13T22:48:10.815-06:00Ida Blum, daughter of Andrew<div align="center" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrMc6VsuvDf_JkzwW9KscJPN_d__IAjbWcg0_s3u3feDNGRDtQg2d2MEDG2TxF6H6vI6YXpNMjzMLTbWQqyzTyrChtwwkpNz9ZZX6TU1YYQgWA70xzDlWTEoyRRrZb-s4_7ZNctHH0Gmw/s1600-h/P517_260_346.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" ps="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrMc6VsuvDf_JkzwW9KscJPN_d__IAjbWcg0_s3u3feDNGRDtQg2d2MEDG2TxF6H6vI6YXpNMjzMLTbWQqyzTyrChtwwkpNz9ZZX6TU1YYQgWA70xzDlWTEoyRRrZb-s4_7ZNctHH0Gmw/s320/P517_260_346.jpg" /></a><br />
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As stated in an earlier post Ida Blum was born in Omaha, Nebraska on January 22, 1882, and spent her early years in South Dakota. Now on the homestead in Nebraska Ida meets Herman Thieman.<br />
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Herman visited Ida Blum often and everyone made fun of that older man courting that young girl. Herman and Ida Thieman were married June 15, 1905 at Trinity Lutheran church in rural Murdock, Nebraska. Herman died November 25, 1930. Herman and Ida had four children.<br />
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</div><div align="center"><strong>Marvin Sutton</strong><br />
</div><strong>Marvin Sutton</strong> was born July 17, 1897 in Philadelphia, Pensylvania to Clarence Sutton and Alice Curtiss, who lived at 250 west 37th St., New York, New York. His mother took him to the children's aid society on October 27, 1903 and he was taken to the orphan train soon after that. We think that he arrived at South Bend, Nebraska on the Burlington Railroad, the date we are not sure of. He was adopted by Herman and Ida Thieman. <br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong>Carrie Thieman</strong><br />
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</div><strong>Carrie (Thieman) Reinke</strong> was Born June 8, 1906. <br />
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<strong>Elda (Thieman) Duerr</strong> was born January 31, 1908 (and will soon celebrate her 102 birthday in Louisville, Nebraska).<br />
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<strong>Margaret (Thieman) Stewart</strong> was born June 4, 1918.<br />
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</div><div align="center"><strong>William Blum</strong><br />
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</div><strong>William Blum, </strong>son of Andrew, attended Klondyke school for seven and a half years, which was located one and one half miles west of South Bend, Nebraska. He finished the eighth grade at District #57 school which was located one mile west of the Platte River Exit on west bound interstate 80. He stayed at the Judge Worthman house which was one fourth mile east of the school on the south side of the road. It was a two story white stone mansion. He attended high school at Louisville, Nebraska, in 1913 for three and one half years. His bother <strong>Albert</strong> rented the Gakemeier farm three miles south and west of Louisville on the south side of the road. The original house still stands and is being used. Albert rented this farm from 1910 to December of 1917. William graduated from high school and attended the York Business College. He graduated after seven months attendance at this school. His education here was financed by Andrew and Louis Blum with eggs and cream from the farm. He stayed at a boarding house which cost $2.50 a week. A piece of pie at this time cost .05 cents.<br />
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<strong>Albert Blum </strong>not being married in 1910, had his sister Louise cooking for him. His sister, Marie also joined them later. There were four brothers and sisters living on the Gakemeier farm . Just north of them on the east side of the creek, their Aunt Minnie (Louise's sister) and her husband George Huber, and his brother Eugene Messenger lived. The kids would get together for dances every weekend. William and Albert looked so much alike they were always being mistaken for each other. George Charles, and Eugene often stayed with Andrew. Andrew would have to reprimand Eugene many times as he would always harness the horses the wrong way.<br />
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In 1917 as Albert was discing the ground in preparation to plant a crop, the horses became frightened and ran away. Two horses had to be destroyed. Andrew and Louise were concerned for his safety and wanted him to farm closer to home. In 1918 Albert went to Spokane, Washington with his brother <strong>Ernest</strong>, and learned to head wheat. Four horses were used with the machine in front of the the horses. A canvas conveyor piled the wheat.<br />
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</div>Susanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09238968896640853629noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2079237226973241053.post-73833121524028335292009-12-27T22:24:00.001-06:002009-12-27T22:40:05.699-06:00Andrew Move the Family to NebraskaIn 1899 Andrew received a letter from Minnie Huber telling about a beautiful parcel of land located near South Bend, Nebraska. Andrew traveled by train to Louisville, Nebraska where Minnie and her husband, John George, met him at the depot. The next day Andrew accompanied them by horse and buggy to look at the tract of land located two miles west and one half mile south of South Bend. When Andrew inspected the land it looked so much like his home in Baden near the Black Forest, that he became homesick, even after all the years in America. The eighty acres had a creek named Pawnee Creek, after the Pawnee Indian tribe. The Pawnees had many campsites along the creek. This creek flowed through the center of this property with crystal clear waters. There was a high rock hill along the creek. The earth above the rock hill was the same texture as that in Germany where the grapes were grown in Emmendingen, Kondringen. The rich ground had an abundance of prairie grasses on it.<br />
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Andrew immediately went back to South Dakota and sold the 160 acres he had homesteaded, and the timber claim, all for a small sum of money. This decision was made mostly because of all the years of drought, grasshoppers, locusts, and prairie fires that were often started by lightning. His wife, Louise, protested as she did not want to leave her many friends and family and start all over again.<br />
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The eighty acres of ground at South Bend was owned by Joe Sweeney. The purchase price for this ground was $3,000.00. Joe Sweeney was related to John George Huber. Joe had a daughter, Molly, who was married to August Newman. Their children were John and Dottie. The Sweeney family went to California from South Bend, but they were unable to take their two large dogs with them. The dogs remained in the care of the Blum family until they were sent for.<br />
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The 13 acres of ground above the rock hill was planted to grapes and pasture. The grapes thrived and produced many barrels of wine. The grape rows were four feet apart and they used one horse and a plow to keep the weeds under control between the rows of grapes, and a hoe was used around the vines. Each year as the plow was used, the Indian arrow heads would be plowed to the surface. An Indian camp had been situated on the high hill.<br />
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A stone house was erected east of the Pawnee Creek. Stones dug out of the rock hill were used for the house, and a cave was dug under the south side of the house to provide a cool place for the many kegs of wine. The kegs were stacked two or three deep in clusters of six or nine to a cluster. Other buildings included a large barn to accomodate horses on one side and the milk cows on the other, with a ladder to go to the hay loft. Also a very unique building, which I doubt will ever be seen again anywhere, was a long building. A corn crib was on the west side. The corn was picked by hand, and stored in this area. On the east side there were enclosed grain bins, for wheat and oats. The structure was built on pilaster posts, at least 12 feet high, so wagon's could be driven underneath to load grain and take it to the elevator in the winter. This structure was built by a rock wall. Andrew used large rocks from the rock hill to build the wall at least 20 feet high. It was enclosed with a floor above the wall and to the side of the corn crib and grain bins, to allow unloading of grain in the bins and crib area. A chicken house was erected along the same rock wall, with a building above and to the north side, which contained space for the storage of corn cobs, fire wood for the cook stove and heating stove, and storage area for goods and materials needed for the farm operation.<br />
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A natural spring appeared south and east of the chicken house, a little higher on the hill. The water appeared to be coming out of the ground from the roots of a red oak tree. A cistern type hole was dug about ten feet deep near the spring on the lower side. This was enclosed and a dumb waiter was installed, with a rope and pulley with shelves attached to the rope. The butter, eggs, cream, milk, and other foods were kept on these shelves as it was cool in the summer and never froze in the winter. The cool spring water flowed through this structure, with the use of a wooden trough, a pipe was used to continue the water into the chicken house. The trough was constructed through this building, and a pipe was installed to exit the water from this building to a tank for the cattle and hogs, and continued out to the pond. The natural springs always kept clear fresh water in this small pond. In the winter time when the pond froze over, Albert, Martin, and Marvin Sutton, and the Snyder sisters would ice skate on the pond. One of the girls name was Hazel. They lived one mile west of Pawnee Creek. Many winter nights the Blum family and friends would ice skate on the pond by the light of the moon.<br />
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</div>The stone house had a spiral staircase leading from the second floor to a tower. This room had look out windws, one to the north and one to the south. In later years and additon was constructed on the south side of the house. Directly north of the stone house Louise planted her garden. On the north of the garden and to the east, was another rocky area about 30 feet higher than the rest of the ground. Ths land proved to be highly productive for pear, peach, apple, and cherry trees, Also grown in this location were raspberry, blackberry, blueberry, and gooseberry bushes. Andrew had name tags printed with read: <strong>Andrew Blum Fruitgrower. </strong> While walking through the pasture there were gooseberry bushes everywhere. It didn't make any difference what kind of berry you wanted, they grew profusely along every road. This included, chokecherry, elderberry and wild plums.<br />
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</div><div align="center"><strong>Louise Blum in Cabbage Garden</strong><br />
</div>On July 15, 1900, Andrew Blum Jr., was born. In 1901 the family living at the South Bend homestead were Andrew and Louise, Louise's mother, Caroline "Jenne" Moessinger, seventy nine years old, the seven Blum childre, Ida 19, Ernest, 17, Albert 13, Louise 9, Marie 6, William 3, and Andrew 1. Andrew Jr,, was not born exactly normal. He was small in stature and mentally impaired. My dad, Cecil Pierce, tells me what he remembers of him was that as children they would chase him and tease him. He liked to keep all of his things neatly organized, and they would mess up his things and make him mad. Great Grandmother always wondered if she had sinned in some way that God would punish her through her child.<br />
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During the year of 1904, Louise's mother, Caroline, put a large granite pan of potato's on the stove to cook. It was the type of pan that was small on the bottom and big around on the top. It did not set well on the stove, which burned corn cobs and wood. The burner lid would be removed so the pan could be placed directly on the burning cobs, and wood. Caroline went to check to see if they were done and the kettle tipped over and the boiling water poured out onto her legs. The skin from the burns did not heal and someone suggested that they use a lamb manure poltice. The Talbotts had lambs, so they got some manure from them and tried it. This treatment did not help and soon after that she had a stroke. It was some time later that she passed away on May 30 1905 and was buried on June 6, 1905 at the Trinity Lutheran Church north of Murdock, Nebraska. There is a large headstone upon her burial place engraved in German.<br />
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My grandmother, Marie, took her grandmother's passing especially hard. They were very close, and were bed mates. Ida Blum postphoned her wedding from June 1st to June 15th for her grandmothers funeral, and Ernest was home for a few day as he was attending taxidermy school in Omaha. Ernest told of his granmother Caroline being so dilirious from the pain that she tried to climb the walls.<br />
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Martin Blum was born March 8, 1905 at South Bend and was almost 3 months old when his grandmother died.Susanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09238968896640853629noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2079237226973241053.post-75593514266931974772009-11-16T00:13:00.001-06:002009-11-16T00:21:55.774-06:00From the Graphic Pen of William Blum 1898-1996<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXOo85eaEdk9vBSLQr-iEVPYMpnlk30ofHaE6DXIrH0PBouU9bJGdcyC7ZF4PBR6wttgPcy0hRrG_0z-YjUUNpnsp2jTFkZAiMKSBFsg3EOdMghf3tme6UAnFikuacYABroiAGyPlvMjo/s1600/P516_AUX_192_256.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXOo85eaEdk9vBSLQr-iEVPYMpnlk30ofHaE6DXIrH0PBouU9bJGdcyC7ZF4PBR6wttgPcy0hRrG_0z-YjUUNpnsp2jTFkZAiMKSBFsg3EOdMghf3tme6UAnFikuacYABroiAGyPlvMjo/s320/P516_AUX_192_256.jpg" yr="true" /></a><br />
</div>I was the sixth of eight living children, born on the bleak and barren prairies of White Lake, South Dakota on February 17. 1898, sometime after noon, as mother (Louise) confidentialy related to my wife in their heart to heart talks. <br />
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My father (Andrew) and mother's sister, Caroline (William Blum's wife) went into town to replenish the family larder, as things were not so conviently handy, as we have it now, and in their absence, it was such a beautiful day, my mother decided to get straw for bedding for the live stock, and chickens. She harnessed the horses, hitched them to the hay rack and drove them to the straw stack. Soon after arriving there, she felt the urgence to get back to the sod house, for the impending birth made itself felt.<br />
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So, she had the concious concern, would Andrew and Caroline get back in time. (Caroline was the area midwife and delivered many babies on the plains.).<br />
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I was two years old when, after nineteen years of very strenuous living, ekeing out an existence on a South Dakota homestead, they were lured to South Bend, Nebraska to a land of plenty of water. A natural spring which seemed to originate from the roots of a red oak tree. Pawnee Creek flowed through the middle of the eighty acre tract of land, which had trees and orchards and was a productive land. <br />
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My folks were always strapped for funds, as my father made snap decisions, which were not always productive, and mother had to fill in the gaps. He was always hale and hearty with friends and hired men, to cook for , but was also helpful to provide.<br />
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We do not realize the aches and pains our parent suffer until we experience them ourselves. Mother was so plagued with headaches, I remember her using the horse radish leaves to tie around her head, and the agony she had with her gall bladder. After her operation in January of 1928, she died February 2 of pneumonia. She was recognized as a friend of the old people to releive them of their suffering.<br />
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I was baptized in the Lutheran Church in White Lake, South Dakota on the tenth day of April 1898. I was confirmed March 31, 1912. Psalms 37:5 was the Bible passage. Commit thy way unto the Lord: trust also in him; and he shall bring it to pass.<br />
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We were always guided and warned of temptation under mother's watchful eye. This quotation: God knew he couldn't be everywhere, so he put his little children in a loving mother's care. Mother was alway more thorough in exercising attention.<br />
William Blum<br />
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</div>William BlumSusanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09238968896640853629noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2079237226973241053.post-5474350614078505072009-11-11T13:23:00.001-06:002009-11-11T22:55:35.998-06:00More Blums Come to AmericaIn 1886 and 1887 Andrew worked as a carpenter and lived at 2501 Center Street, Omaha.<br />
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Again Andrew sent money to Germany for the sister of his wife Louise, and William's wife Caroline, (this is where things get confusing, as the two of the Blum brothers married two of the Moessinger sisters, and another brother married a Carolina Messinger (not a relative to Louise and Caroline!!), Wilhelmina (known affectionately as Minnie) , her husband, John Geroge Huber, and their children, George (Wilhelmina's son born 1870 before she was married to John), and Anna (born 1882). With them this time was the mother of Louise, Caroline, and Wihelmina, CAROLINE 'JENNE' MOESSINGER (pronounced 'maysinger"), born August 16, 1822.<br />
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</div>It had been almost seven years since Caroline had seen her mother. Can you imagine the anticipation she must have felt, waiting for the arrival of her mother and sister? And Louise also, having came to America as a young single girl, now married with two children of her own. The first time for Caroline (mother) to meet with her new grandchildren. Yet leaving behind a home in the turmoils of war, not knowing for sure if her husband was dead or alive, and would some day be joining her here in this new land. Yet to be reunited with the majority of her children must have been a God send compared to the place she had left behind. I wonder what she thought when she reached that little homestead shack in South Dakota, on the big wide prarie so sparcely inhabited?<br />
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June 11, 1886, Eliza Blum was born at White Lake, South Dakota. On August 14, 1886, she was baptized and those attending the baptism, and signing the certificate, were her uncles, William and Gustav Blum. Also, her aunts, Caroline and Wilhelmina. This joyous event was held at the Lutheran Church at White Lake, South Dakota. The Blum's were devout Lutherans, and their childern were raised in the faith.<br />
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Andrew and Louise traveled to Omaha and spent the winter there while Andrew worked at one of the breweries, returning in the spring for the planting season. On September 22, 1888, Albert Blum was born at White, Lake. March 29, 1889, Eliza Blum died from dyptheria, or small pox, at the age of three.<br />
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In 1892 Andrew and Louise went back to Omaha where they lived at 2nd and Woolworth St. On May 4, 1892 Louise Blum was born here. Andrew was working for Gate City Malt Company as a maltster. Andrew's brother William joined him and also worked their as a laborer.<br />
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You can see from the sea sawing back and forth between Omaha and White Lake, that the family had to work hard to stay afloat in the sparce times. In 1895 Andrew and Louise returned to South Dakota for the planting season. This is where my grandmother, Marie, was born in White Lake, on April 5, 1995..Susanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09238968896640853629noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2079237226973241053.post-86346134270483524562009-11-05T10:02:00.003-06:002009-11-05T10:46:33.752-06:00The Blums Go to South Dakota<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuAC6t-sGmDxhLCDSnk3lzCbxzFDABG9CV0EHFj5MkUnWasqZEj0qHZ5uNt5tKXTPC4_qeNCkBGz2uFfV6O2ScQAoaiHHAYOZ12jN2uaJos-JpCMJIwf8m4haBb9hKAF0BmgcnXG6qhN4/s1600-h/White+Lake+South+Dakota+2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuAC6t-sGmDxhLCDSnk3lzCbxzFDABG9CV0EHFj5MkUnWasqZEj0qHZ5uNt5tKXTPC4_qeNCkBGz2uFfV6O2ScQAoaiHHAYOZ12jN2uaJos-JpCMJIwf8m4haBb9hKAF0BmgcnXG6qhN4/s320/White+Lake+South+Dakota+2.jpg" vr="true" /></a><br />
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</div>In 1882, Andrew and Louise, and his brother, William and Louise's sister, Caroline, became the first homesteaders to settle in Aurora County, South Dakota. Andrew on a 160 acre tract of land. William on another. Subsequently Andrew acquired another 160 acres of land through a timber claim. Being a direct decendant of Andrew, I do have more information on him than I do William.<br />
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</div>In 1883, Andrew once again sent money to Germany, this time for his brother, Gustav Blum and his wife, Fredricka Hodel, to come to America. Gustiav and his wife resided in the White Lake, South Dakota area until the summer of 1889, when they moved to Franklin, Kentucky. In 1892, they relocated to Galena, Illinois, and resided there the rest of their days.<br />
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</div><div style="text-align: left;">Their second child, Ernest Blum was born in Omaha, on March 1, 1884. The family was boarded at the European Hotel, and Andrew was a maltster at the Metz Brewing Company.<br />
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</div><div style="text-align: left;">In 1885, Andrew once again sent money to Germany for his brother Martin Blum, to come to America. Andrew procured work for Martin at the Storz Brewing Company and in 1886 Martin became a successful brewmaster at the plant.<br />
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In 1880 Andrew sent money to Germany for his brother, William and his wife, Caroline (Moessinger), and their four children, Charles, Mary, Fred, and Lena, to come to America. Andrew purchased them a home in Omaha and helped William gain work in the brewery as a laborer.<br />
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When I think of our ancestors and how they came to leave thier homelands to come to America it gives me a sense of the strong desire to fullfill a dream. How hard it had to be, many of them coming to this strange world alone, and penniless, and not knowing the language. Traveling miles and miles and working along the way before settling in a place they could call home. And think of the strength in the family bond that tied them together as they worked to bring their other family members to them. But for most, it was to never again see their homeland, and many of their family that were left behind.<br />
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In 1881 Andrew once again sent money to Germany. This time it was for Caroline's sister, Louise Moessinger. When Loouise arrived in Council Bluffs, there was no one at the depot to meet her. The slave traders offered to help her but instead took her to the auction block to sell her as domestic help. Can you even imagine the releif she must have felt when Andrew arrived with the steamship ticket he had paid for to New York, and the rail passage ticket from New York to Council Bluffs? Can you imagine being a young girl in a new country with a language barrier standing between you and your destiny? I myself would have sit down and cried. Perhaps she did.<br />
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Andrew married Louise on June 27th 1881, at Council Bluffs, Iowa. After their marriage they lived in a house on the north west corner of Nicholas and Pierce streets. Andrew was a maltster for the Geise Brewery Co. at the time. January 23, 1882, they welcomed their first born into the new world here in Omaha, Nebraska. The weather was so cold and the living quarters, barely adequate, that they kept the baby in the oven to keep her from freezing.<br />
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</div>Susanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09238968896640853629noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2079237226973241053.post-46025047791683078002009-10-31T09:19:00.002-05:002009-10-31T13:09:39.721-05:00Scrapbooking Andrew BlumI finally finished two scrapbook pages yesterday on the Andrew Blum family. Andrew was my dad's grandfather on his mother's side of the family. He came to America at the age of 25, from Germany.<br />
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Andrew was born August 18, 1851 in Kondringen, Baden, Germany, to Karl and Marie Barbra (Schiller). He lived in the home of his parents and aided them in their struggles until the age of twenty. He then obtained work in a brewery where he remained until the year 1876, when he secured passage on a frieghter at the French Port of LeHarve. He shoveled coal for the boilers to produce steam to propel the ship. The ship traveled by way of Africa before landing in New York City. Andrews well muscled back aided him in getting work as a maltster in breweries. A maltster, as explained by Andrew, is one who observed one of the brewing processes. Andrew worked in breweries in New York, and Cincinnati as he migrated westward. He worked in the Anheuser-Bush breweries in St. Louis, Missouri from the years 1876-1880. He then traveld to the Omaha-Council Bluff area where he worked in the breweries as a maltster.<br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">In 1880, when Andrew arrived in the Omaha/Council Bluffs area, He stayed at a boarding house where he met a man by the name of Adolf Storz. Andrew taught him the fundamentals of the brewing business, with the use of malt, hops, barley, yeast, and water. From this friendship and the advice of Andrew, Adolf Storz started his own brewery which was named after him, the Storz Brewing Company.<br />
</div>Susanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09238968896640853629noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2079237226973241053.post-77781892191078086802009-10-30T12:29:00.000-05:002009-10-30T12:29:47.442-05:00Learning to BlogI'm new at this blogging thing and really don't have a clue as to what I'm doing. So in my learning frenzy I'm bound to make a few mistakes, but in the meantime, hope to make some progress too. I want to use my blog to talk about my family history and share news of findings with others out there that may be interested. So if there is anything I need to be doing, and am not doing, I do hope someone will tell me. (I'm sure some one will, people LOVE to point out your weaknesses!!) Everyone is a critic.<br />
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So I guess to get started let me tell you who I am and a bit of where I come from. I am the 2nd daughter, 3rd child of Cecil and Peggy (Nutsch) Pierce. Cecil is a decendant of Alexander Pierce from the Virginia's. Peggy is the decendant of Paul Nutsch, a german immigrant that came to Kansas for a visit when he was 12 years old and never returned to his home land. As my grandpa would say "I guess he's still a visitin!"<br />
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My dad's mother was a Blum, decendant of Andrew Blum, a german immigrant that came to America at the age of 21, and one by one helped to bring over the rest of his family. He homesteded in the South Dakota plains, before settling in Nebraska. <br />
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There is so much to tell I won't go into great detail at this time, but will little by little add bits and pieces of family history, to help paint a picture of the lives that lead to me, my children, and my grandchildren.Susanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09238968896640853629noreply@blogger.com1