coming out of my shell

coming out of my shell

Tuesday, February 14, 2017

Enduring Love


My maternal grandmother was Veronica, born in Chicago in 1892, and died in Lake Co., Indiana (IN) in 1950. Veronica had 13 children with William, but only 10 lived to adulthood. My aunts said she was very “organized.” What might they have meant with that word? I imagine she would have had to be organized (and strict) to manage all those children. Grandpa was a railroad worker and Grandma supplemented the family income by baking pies for local restaurants. The family lived in a community settled in the mid-19th century by German immigrants. They spoke German in the home until WWI, when Grandma forbade it lest the locals think them unpatriotic. 

Veronica was a carrier of a genetic disease, X-ALD (Adrenaleukodystrophy). I wrote about it a while back if you are interested in weird genetic diseases. 

From what I hear, Veronica was “da boss” in that family. Since her own father drank a bit too much, my grandmother did not allow Grandpa to drink beer in the house. If he wanted a beer he had to go sit on the back porch to drink it. In another story, she was making apple pies in the kitchen and was annoyed by two of her teenage daughters who were loudly arguing in the dining room.  She picked up an apple and threw it at one of my aunts, hitting her in the head. It stopped the fight. I'm sorry. I know that's extreme, but I'm a sucker for physical humor. It makes me laugh.

I can't help but admire her, although I suspect she was feared as much as loved. A woman like that? Well, her life would have been very different if she had been born in 1950 instead of dying in that year. My aunts spoke well of her. Her youngest daughter (#12 of 13, who was only 16 when Veronica died) adored her. My own mother (#8 of 13), never spoke of her. If pushed she would only say, “I loved my mother.” That was it. Perhaps my mother was afraid to talk about her because Veronica's ghost visited my mother one dark night. That will have to wait for another post.
William and Veronica, married 1910






Veronica’s mother was Catherine, born 1869 in Lake Co., IN and died there in 1935. She and Frank had 7 children. Only three lived to marry and have children. Her father died when she was a year old, and her mother died when she was ten. She and her siblings were raised by their stepfather and his second wife. 

Catherine was a sweet, kindly woman with a gregarious husband.
Her oldest son’s wife died leaving him with three daughters to raise. Great Uncle Harry moved back in with his parents so his mother, Catherine, could raise those girls. I met one of the girls (my mother’s first cousin, Dorothy). She told me how loving her Grandmother Catherine was. Dorothy said firmly and with great pride: “It couldn’t have been easy to take on three children at her age, but she did!” I was proud of Great Grandma then, too, and awed by the strength of her love. She also said that when Grandpa (Frank) was being demanding, Grandma (Catherine) would whisper to Dorothy “He thinks he’s the crowned head!” 
Frank and Catherine, married 1887
































Catherine’s mother was Susanna, born 1848 at Lake Co., IN. Susanna had three children with first husband, Anton, a German immigrant and school teacher. They married in 1866. He died in 1870 from the adult variant of X-ALD. She had 4 more children with her second husband, Peter, and died in childbirth at age 31 in 1879. Peter raised all her children. He remarried and had 10 more children with his second wife.

I have a soft spot for Susanna. She died young, suffered the loss of her first husband, and left so many young, dependent children when she died. She is buried in the same cemetery as her second husband, not the same as her first. That kind of bothers me, especially since the second husband is buried next to his second wife, not her. Intellectually I understand, but it still bothers me. She is mine. I like to imagine Anton was the love of her life and they are separated unfairly for eternity. This is how family rumors start. 

I was told the following photo is of Susanna, although this woman looks older than 31. However, she also looks exactly like my mother. Let's believe it really is her, okay?
Susanna (1848-1879)





















Susanna’s mother was Catharina, born in a small village in the Saarland region of Germany in 1814. The Saarland was batted back and forth between France and Germany for centuries, and it seems to have been part of France in 1814 when Catharina was born. However, she spoke and identified as German when she arrived in the U.S. in 1843. She and Johann had 10 children, and she died in Lake Co., Indiana in 1886.

Catharina’s mother was Angelique (Angela), born 1784 in Germany. She arrived in the U.S. in 1843, and she died in 1859 in Lake Co., Indiana. Angela and Mathias had 6 children.

Angela’s mother was Margaretha, born 1763 in Germany, died there in 1804. She had 11 children with Michael. Four died in childhood, four immigrated to Indiana.

Margaretha’s mother was Maria, born about 1730 in Germany where she died in 1768. She married Lukas. 


I wish I knew all their stories. Thank you Sabine, for encouraging me to "bring it on." Obviously this is inspired by your recent post about your grandmother.


18 comments:

  1. How wonderful that you have all these stories and pictures. I loved looking at the wedding pictures. Their clothes look so well made and are stunning.

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  2. I grew up with one grandmother, one step-great grandmother and no grandfathers. The grandmothers persisted until almost ninety, each.My grandmother probably was the greatest influence on my life.

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    1. My maternal grandmother (Veronica, referenced above) died about a year before I was born. I still had my paternal grandmother until 2000. She was the perfect grandma.

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  3. Genealogy fascinates me. Not only that of my own family. Have appreciated Sabine's photos and stories. Thank you for your photos and stories about your ancestors.

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    1. I have also been touched and influenced by Sabine's ancestry posts recently. I hope others do the same. Like you, I enjoy reading about genealogical figures in people's lives.

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  4. I love these stories. To know who you come from gives you a great sense of self.

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    1. I'm glad you like them. I have been enjoying the personal stories on your blog, too.

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  5. I love this, these women, what they must have gone through with all these pregnancies and childbirths and losing children! I know it sounds awfully hard to us, we think we know it all, but I am sure they had a life, too, love and fun and excitement and wonder and all that. But Susanna breaks my heart.

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    1. Yes, theirs was not an easy lot, but we women find a way to make do with loving our families. And some were immigrants trying desperately to retain their old ways and language for as many generations as possible. They are no different than the immigrants of today. Susanna is very special to me. I wish I knew more about her.

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  6. I spend time doing genealogy almost daily so I love these posts! You have so many pictures. I have come across several but many I am still waiting to find the missing ones. Keep posting. Especially the women.

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    1. When you start posting again, I hope you will do some genealogy ones. People are endlessly fascinating. Especially the women for me, too. We often know so little about them.

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  7. I just love how much you know of your family. It's wonderful to be able to trace so many generations back and name them like this. A true treasure in every way.

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  8. Fascinating. Veronica and Catherine were both quite beautiful. Sounds like there's all kinds of fodder for stories.
    Thanks for sharing.

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    1. Thanks. I'm happy you enjoyed this. And yes, so much fodder for so many stories. I guess I better get on it.

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  9. I know very little about my ancestors sadly. I only met my maternal grandmother twice in my life and none of my other grandparents at all. I am envious of people with grandparents. Perhaps that's why I like being nana so much.

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    1. I'm sorry you didn't get to know your grandparents. They are a wonderful invention. But being a grandparent (as you say) may be the best thing in the world.

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So, whadayathink?