This branch of the Austrian Hesch family is descended from Johann Hesch and his wife Marya (Schlinz) Hesch, who came to America from Oberschlagles, Bohemia with three sons: Paul, Mathias, and Anton. +++Johann & Marya settled in Buffalo County, Wisconsin but moved to Pierz, Mn in about 1885. .+++Mathias settled in Waumandee, Wisconsin and moved to Pierz in 1911. +++Anton never married but farmed with his dad in Agram Township, where he died in 1911.+++And Paul, my great grandfather, settled five miles away, in Buckman, Minnesota. He died there in 1900.

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Tuesday, August 26, 2014

Mischkes, Schmolkes, Otrembas and Kapsners

Here's an article that was published in the Buckman News column of the LFH a whole month after St Michael's church was dedicated.  There are some interesting facts in the article, as well as some major goofs.  There'd been a wonderful front page article the month before, but evidently some of the "local color" was left out.  If that pissed people off, this article didn't do much to make up for it.
BUT, there are interesting incidentals listed, too.  For instance, there are the origins of four movers and shakers in town (Frank Mischke, Math Zenner, John Kapsner and John Schmolke), and the fact that three of the four came from the same area the Otrembas came from (within 6 miles of Opole, Poland). Also, look who con-celebrated the mass at the dedication:  Bishop Trobec, of course, and about twenty five priests showed up to help, not to mention three local bands.  A priest we've mentioned before,  Fr. Bernard Richter, gave the sermon, so we know he did have an actual connection to St Michael's (see previous post, for one ☺).  I imagine there were another couple dozen townsfolk who "should have been mentioned"...
BTW, I corrected many of the typos and wrong info, but you can click the article to read it yourself, or go to the original copy on the Library of Congress website:

BUCKMAN

"Sept 304--Tuesday was the greatest day in Buckman's history.
In spite of a very disagreeable and
heavy wind, which stirred up the dust
all day, several thousand people atten-­
ded the dedicatory services of the new
St. Michael's church. Bishop Trobec,
assisted by about twenty-five priests,
officiated. Father Richter of Melrose
preached the sermon, which was a
 scholarly and interesting address.

Visitors were present from all the
neighboring parishes and many from
Stearns and Benton counties. The
bands of Buckman, Pierz and Agram
rendered music throughout the day.
In the old church the ladies of the
parish served dinner, and for hours
the hungry throngs filled the tables.
The good things were plenty, how­
ever, and all were satisfied.

Bishop Trobec and several of the
clergy made short addresses, in all of
which the good work of the people
and their good pastor was highly com­
mended. The visitors expressed great
admiration at the sight of the immense
edifice the people of Buckman have
erected, a temple of God which will
stand long after the builders have
passed to their reward, and which will
be a lasting monument to the faith and
good will of the parish of Buckman,
and the energy and persistence of
their pastor. The day was a great one
for Father Lange and his people.

The earlier history of the settlement
of the village and town of Buckman,
is told by Frank Mischke, one of the
leading merchants of the village. Mr.
Mischke's father, Joseph Mischke,
was the first person to settle in the
town, going there in 1871.
Mr. Mischke Sr. was born in Shidlow, 
Falkenberg, Prussia. He was
married to Miss Mary Otremba on
September 15, 1861, and of that union
there were born six children, Frank,
John and Mary of whom are still
living. The Mischkes came to United
States soon after the Franco-Prussian
war and settled on the present home­
stead in the town of Buckman. At
that time there were no settlers be­
tween St. Cloud and the Mischke
homestead, except the Rices of the
present village of Rice. The family
endured great hardships during the
first few years they resided in Buckman
and for an entire year were un­able
to procure salt for any purpose.
About three years after C. B. Buckman, 
now member of congress, settled
on the present Brookdale farm.
The church building, which is re­
placed by the handsome edifice dedi­
cated Tuesday, was built in 1880. The
earlier history of the Buckman parish
is not clear, as in the earlier years of
life of the church the parish was or­
ganized as a mission and the records
are vague. Rev. Ignatius, O. S. B.,
who was in charge of the Pierz par­
ish, first ministered to the Buckman
organization and was succeeded by
Rev. Pankratz O. S. B. who was fol­
lowed by Rev. Maryhofer, who re­
mained eight years. Rev. Father
Lager, since deceased, followed, re­
maining one year, Rev. John Beck
was at the head of the parish two
years and was succeeded by Rev.
Father Lange, the present priest and
builder of the new church.
There are at present about one hun­
dred and fifty families connected with
the church, where only thirty-two
members existed at the time the old
church was built and the parish or­
ganized.
Matthew Zenner, one of the direc­tors
 of the church, was born on April
25th, [1857] in Luxembourg, and came to
America with his parents in 1860,
who settled in St. Wendell in Stearns
county. Mr. Zenner worked on a
farm and saved his money until he
was able to purchase a farm of 200
acres in the town of Buckman where
he now resides. He was married on
November 28, 1882, to Miss Mary
Maus of Luxemberg, Stearns county.
John Kapsner, who is a member of the
directors, was born February 8, 1857, in
Dambrau, Prussia, the eldest of 18
children. His parents came to America­
 in 1874 and settled near the village
of Pierz. Mr. Kapsner was married ­
November 7, 1882, to Miss Maria Kopka.

John Schmolke, president of the
village and member of the board of
directors of the church, was born May
8, 1863, at Shidlow, Prussia. He
came to America in 1871 with his parents,
who settled in Buckman. At
that time there was no church or
school at which Mr. Schmolke could
receive the benefits of an education
and he attended a night school, con­
ducted by Mr. Hepperly, for one 
month. Mr Schmolke opened the village 
blacksmithy and later engaged in
the mercantile business. He was 
married in 1887 to Miss Mary Kalnabe" [actually, Hedwig Peschel].

Thursday, August 21, 2014

Integument means the top of the head...

If Larry and I don't obsess about this, who will?
Remember this from May 2011?  (With a follow-up post from the next January, too).  It's the painting that was purchased for St Michael's Church in Buckman when it was new, in 1903.  We believe parishioners who came from Silesia (Poland) ordered it from artists at St Annaburg, and that Fr Bernard Richter (from Melrose, Mn) brought it home from his trip to Europe in 1905.     I printed it off that spring and showed it to a few of my old German Catholic clients.  Given that the painting most likely hasn't been cleaned since its arrival, and that this is a terribly discolored photo taken at an angle and straightened with Photoshop, my clients still gave it a shot.  As to what Mike's holding up there, one looked at it and said, "Looks like a scalp to me"....and whew, you know, we think she was right.    (Why have YOU never seen it?  At first, I think it hung in the vestibule, and then spent years frightening kids in the crying room at St Michael's, now it hangs overhead in the stairwell of the new hall.  Look up and to the left as you enter).
We were/are wondering mostly about the object St Michael is holding in his raised right hand. Suggestions (fire, a rag, a fish) don't make sense even if the artist was trying to spoof those Auswanderers in Amerika.  Was he being clever, or was he trying to show the Otrembas that he kept up on the news? 
"Tu dźgnąć em, ale w Ameryce, to shoot em i odcięte włosy"  ("Here, we stab em, but in America, they shoot em and cut off their hair"..)?

  The illustrations below very likely made it to newspapers and books in Europe--people there had to be aware of what their departed family members were allegedly facing in the new world.    

Look at the classic stance of all four main figures, including Wild Bill Cody, practically yelling, "This'll teach em!"

And if St Michael's right hand was important in the painting, how come all three victors here are holding the fresh scalps in their left hands?  I doubt it's an accidental placement, but maybe it's just that you mostly wield a knife with your right hand.

Where do you hang a painting in a church? Especially if it's an embarrassing painting or poorly done, and the donor is a proud church member?  A place was found for it, and then it was forgotten till well after the donors death.  It's still St Michael, but gawd, it's still ugly...sigh.   


BTW, great pics found online by...yup, Larry ☺

Saturday, August 9, 2014

Most of the descendants of Frank & Catherine Sand

Man, I can hardly think of a better way to spend a summer Saturday than getting acquainted and re-acquainted with relatives.  The pot luck was great, the weather was breezy and below 80 mostly, the talk and laughter and hugs was practically constant.  It was a terrific day!
Frank Sand, you'll recall, was the baby of the Michael and Louisa Sand family (so grandma Lizzie's baby brother from the 1900 photo).

Here are many of the grandkids of Frank and Catherine...
(plus spouses and drop ins ☺...)

...and their kids, the great grands....

And the delightful next generations, 
the great great grandkids.  
With any luck, they'll remember being there today, 
possibly even into the 2100s, can you imagine?

 (A small portion of the paparazzi ☺)
Thanks for inviting me--it was great fun!

Monday, August 4, 2014

A 1928 letter from Aunt Fronie

Over the last 20 years or so, Jerry and Rita have said "You have to come up to the cabin sometime", and I've said "Yes, one of these weekends...."  And then it'd be October, and we'd talk about next summer, ya know?  But a week ago, Jerry called and said THIS was the weekend!  Yay!  It was Jerry, Rita, Judy, Aunt Eileen and me.  What a pretty place, and what good company, not to mention poppyseed kuchen that J&J have perfected since Aunt Fronie died and can't make it anymore.
As we talked around the table (like our parents did so often), Judy brought out something she found tucked inside the curved oak secretary that was originally in Aunt Fronie's living room, remember?  Kids were NEVER allowed to run near it, and even thinking about touching it was verboten.  It looked sorta like this, but I think the glass was curved around more? It was as delicate as it looked, and wise kids gave it lots of distance.

Anyway, what Judy found in the cabinet was a tiny letter that Aunt Fronie wrote after Christmas in 1928.  She would have been nine and Katie, seven. (Rosie was 3, and Math and Theo were 13). The envelope is the size of a flower shop enclosure card, 2 x 3 inches, and it went thru the mail to Minneapolis to Grandpa's sister Mary Hesch...who evidently gave it back sometime later ☺





"Buckman, Minn
January 2, 1928

Dear Aunt,
I will try and write a letter. 
I was glad when you gave me those colors.  
I like them very, very much.
I will tell you what I got for christmas".

"I got a big dolly. It says mama. Rosa does not like her dolly. She always wants my dolly.
From Aunt Anna papa got a cigar and mama got some brown candy.  Aunt Anna is Katie's godfather. She got a blue dress from her.
Rosa Hesch Leone Hesch got a big dolls too. Adeline Hesch she did not get a doll. She got a pencil box and some pencil too a little sissors too and a big book.
I will tell you what I got from Sister Lura she gave me a 2nd grade it is called Rosry (work?) book.  We saw Santa claues he was not bad he was very good he mad us pray I not have to Math and theo and Katie said the our fathe just a little bite.
Math and Theo got a game Henry got a Tedy bear and papa got a stick from Santa claues".

"Mama got nothing from him but from Aunt Mary she got something. You gave Katie a handbag. Sophia Steinbauer gave me one too mam siad I wand how they did know that I wa from Veronica Hesch"  (Her mom Lizzy added: "It is quite interesting to read, Veronica and Katie wrote their letters all by themselves fairly well, eh? L")

Just so you know, the whole letter was 4 x 6 inches, folded in forths ☺

Thursday, July 31, 2014

A Billmeyer Wedding

From the Morrison Co Atlas: Ervin & Louise (VanDerHeyden) Billmeyer & Parents, in 1962.  Ann and Theo Billmeyer most likely the couple next to the groom, with John and Catherine (?) VanDerHeyden next to the bride.

Tuesday, July 29, 2014

Scofflaws of 1900


We're familiar with German tempers, right?   We grew up with the German sense of propriety and order, righteousness and stubbornness.  We even find those dubious qualities in (gasp) ourselves sometimes, and then we deny em.  But no, those 'qualities' came to us legally.  It's only accidental that Larry found accounts of the hotheads below; whew, a Hesch wasn't involved.

 Were there widespread incidents in 1900 that pissed off the priest?  Did women come to mass hatless?  Were people  genuflecting without a thump of the knee?  In any event, I can't believe that many people came to mass directly from the field, as Theo Stumpf did here.  Besides, working on Sunday was a worse sin.  Luckily, there was a defender of the faith there in St Josephs, ready and willing to toss him out on his ear.  I've never heard of a Church Policeman before.  It must have been a thankless job, and pretty unpopular too. No wonder it didn't last. Besides, Joe Bollig was only 31 in 1900--who'd listened to a youngster like that?
Here's a little tiff between neighbors Mary Kuder and Frank Otremba 
from July 27, 1900.  
Was 1900 a particularly BAD year?



Monday, July 28, 2014

Saskatcewan Lewans

Two cool photos from 1954--!  Part of the Peter and Mary (Sand) Lewans family, 
standing in the garden with Mary's dad, Joe Sand.  
Joe was Grandma Lizzy's brother, BTW.

And here are Mary and her daughters among the hollyhocks.  
What sweet pics from sixty years ago ☺

Sunday, July 27, 2014

Some Stumpf Stuff

 Sometimes, we cruise around on Ancestry.com to see if anything new's been added...as in old pics, new to us.  We're especially fond of group photos taken around Buckman or Pierz, Minnesota, of a family we recognize, or where there's a connection to Heschs.  But it's ok if it's distant.

How can we just lift photos from other families' trees, you ask?  It's the spirit of genealogy--to prove, in a way, that we're all related, whether this family is "us" or not.  If they settled in the Buckman area, they probably came from the same area of Europe that we did.  Besides, often, many of the pics on a connected tree are lifted directly from this blog.  These pictures don't "belong" to one family or the other, they're a legacy to all of us.

From the Morrison County Atlas comes this photo of Frank and Julianna Stumpf.  Frank was a son of John Stumpf, as was Theodore, below.  (We have more pics of Theo because someone posted them on a family tree).   Evidently, Theo played in the Pierz Union Band or maybe the Agram Band?  We have a photo of him wearing a band cap and holding a horn.  What does that prove?  Well, he wouldn't have had a photo made holding something as random as an instrument unless he could play it...(that's him, below left and right) and with his family in the middle pic.  But look at the larger Stumpf family photo below these.....




The third woman from the left is holding a coronet, looks like.  Did she play?  Or was it a family icon?  Maybe some Stumpf relative will see this and comment.  Otherwise, check the house behind them--it's in the process of brick veneering!

(We're indebted to Larry, again, for this new old pic...)

Thursday, July 24, 2014

New Pierz, Minnesota in 1910

 New Pierz, as far as we can tell, was named because Pierz itself couldn't decide where a depot should go.  The  Minneapolis, St. Paul and Sault Ste. Marie Railroad (Soo line) got tired of the dispute and simply built the tracks south of the village of Pierz.
However, New Pierz/Genola was never a pretty town ☺

Larry found this "postcard" for sale on ebay (tho it looks more like a newspaper print).  The photo was taken from the NE, looking SW.  Besides the depot and elevators, the hotel is the most identifiable building.  

Here's a closer pic from the Morrison County Atlas, to compare with the new old pic Larry found.   The historic airphoto from the Minnesota DNR shows where the photographer stood to take that pic.  Obsessive is obsessive.
Genola in 1940

Sunday, July 20, 2014

A Feuerspritze for Schamers

It's such a delight to have a kindred spirit in Su, our genealogical doppelganger across the Atlantic.  Our shared fascination with the details of living a couple hundred years ago in a tiny berg in Bohemia gives all three of us new insights that we might have missed out on otherwise.
  
We assume YOU share an interest cuz you're here ☺. 

Su is writing about Schamers, the nearby market town where our family traded. The info's not directly related to Heschs, but it gives us an idea of what daily life was like, and it gives Su a way to summarize and share her translations and research.  We all win.  However, she warned, this letter might require two cups of coffee AND a donut...

BTW, the "Heimatskunde" is a book written by Josef Binder, our private saint.   Herr Schemiceck's "Chronicle of Schamers" was the official account of day to day life in the village.  It's written, longhand, in old German.  Herman is Su's venerable 1942 German-English dictionary. 

Dear Marlys,
Sometimes, when tired of wrestling with Google translate, several other translation engines and dear Herman with his minute Fractur print, I idly leaf through Cousin Joe's Heimatskunde, grasping at words I can understand like a drowning man clutches at straws.
The modern edition of the Heimatskunde that I have is a scan (of slightly variable quality) of the original, which was printed in a variety of Fraktur. I have a lot of trouble distinguishing between the 'long' s and lower case 'f 'and it is very evident from the things google translate has been having hiccoughs over that the original type-setter occasionally got rather muddled as well! Despite the difficult grammar I do like German; it amuses me so much as some words are so similar to English but with a funny twist to them. There is literalism and
earnestness that can be both exasperating and endearing.



There are some words in the following passages that particularly amuse me but might be different in American English. In vernacular UK English the word for a man or woman employed to put out a fire is Fireman or (in these days of equality) Firefighter. The powerful vehicle that carries a crew of fire-fighters, a tank of water, a pump and a hose, has a bell/klaxon/siren to draw attention to itself and is usually painted bright red and silver is commonly known as a Fire Engine and the place it is stored in (be it very large or only as big as a domestic garage) is a Fire Station. The body that organizes the nation-wide coverage and to which all these things belong is the Fire Brigade or Fire Service. I have no doubt that in these days of political correctness and curiously evasive job titles all these items have different names within the service itself but if you called the emergency services and asked for a fire engine and firemen to come and help you the right sort of thing would (hopefully) arrive.


In the time of Josef Binder's Heimatskunde, firefighting was a different beast because all the power needed to work it was generated by men or possibly horses. So a modern fire-engine is ein Feuerwehrauto but the Heimatskunde uses the word Feuerspritze which google insists is a 'fire syringe'! I have a wonderful mental images here of the voluntary firemen bravely dragging forth a huge medical syringe and hypodermic needle then sending it careering through the streets of Schamers to surgically inject water into the flaming building followed by minor explosions, squawking chickens and burning wheels falling off in the best black and white silent movie style. Herman says a better translation would be a Fire Squirt but it is still very amusing and just changes the image to one of a gang of puffing men working the pump for all they are worth and half the water escaping through leaks and holes while a mere trickle comes out of the hose. Today a Fire Station is eine Feuerwehrstation but in the Heimatskunde it is, delightfully, the Spritzehaus and thus the Syringe House or the Squirt House. It really can't get much better.

Heinz told me that No. 40 Schamers (Granddad Ludwig's birthplace) had been

rebuilt after a fire in in 1843 but I did not realize that several other houses had been burned down at the same time. This explains why Nos 39- 43 (excluding No. 42 which of course was rebuilt again in 1894) all look so similar in size, shape, construction style and alignment. It is even more striking if you look at the aerial view you can see on Google. How terrifying it must have been: the lowing cattle, screaming horses, the panicked grabbing of things most dear when suddenly awoken from sleep. It was winter; did they have time to put on warm clothing over their night clothes, and what a grim time of year to lose everything - I wonder how they all managed. I know the winters can be bad in central Europe; was the stream at the bottom of their gardens frozen so they could not get enough water or was it just so quick that nothing could be done?

The Heimatskunde reports this very fire in Chapter 19, page 327:

Schamers ein Schaden[s]feuer aus, bei welchem die Privathäuser Nro. 39, 40, 41, 42, 43 und 45, dann das Rathaus Nro. 45 ein Raub der Flammen wurden. On the eighth February 1843 broke early between 4 and 5 o'clock clock in the markets town of Schamers damaging from fire, at which the private houses Nro. 39, 40, 41, 42, 43 and 45, then the Town Hall Nro. 45 [fell/became]a prey to the flames.

Von den niedergebrannten Häsern waren Nro, 41, 42 und 43 bei der Triester Azienda assecuratrice versichert. 
Of the burnt houses were Nos. 41, 42 and 43 insured with the Triester Azienda assecuratrice.
Aus der erhobenen Sachlage ging die Vermutung hervor, dass das Feuer durch das Abholen des Viehfutters aus der Scheuer am Tage des Brandes früh beim unverwahrten Lichte oder brennender Pfeife verursacht worden sei. 
From the collected facts, the presumption, it appeared that the fire was caused by the collection of animal feed from the barn on the day of the fire in the morning on unexpected/unguarded light or a burning pipe.

This was just the most recent of many fires recorded in the Heimatskunde and it must have been an ever present danger with hay, straw, flax, wood and similar materials stored in the barns next to the houses, the dwellings themselves made of flammable materials and the only sources of light and heat an open flame of some sort. Most of the roofs in that area are now made of clay tiles but it is possible that they were once made of wooden shingles, the most likely roofing in a well forested area. There may not have been open fires in the houses as the Austrian/German kachelofen or ceramic tiled closed stove has been around for a very long time as shown by the illustration from a medieval manuscript.

Note that the man has removed a boot and his hose (leg coverings) and is toasting his presumably frozen foot in the radiant heat while supping something comforting. A piece of bacon hangs temptingly from a rail over his head. I do not know if such stoves were restricted to the better off or were common to all regardless of income. They were safer because the fire was better controlled, very efficient in their use of fuel because the hot gasses were made to follow a very circuitous route to the chimney by a complicated system of internal baffles and the likelihood of sparks escaping up the chimney into the open was much reduced, and they remained warm for the whole 24 hours. I once came across a kachelofen in an Austrian Climbing Hut that had glazed flowerpots built into the domed top. This was a very old design intended to increase radiation by increasing the surface area They were a handy place to dry wet socks over night; one pot comfortably held one pair of thick woolen socks. Josef Binder, writing of No 42, the house in which he was born, rebuilt after the disastrous fire of 1843 reported that:

Dieses alte Bauernhaus enthielt eine große Bauernstube, wo noch eine Hängwleuchte war; neben dieser Bauernstube war das Stubengewölbe und
hernach der Backofen angebracht, worauf die Kinder zu schlafen pflegten. 

This old farmhouse contained a large parlor, where there was still a hanging lamp, beside the peasant's room the vault room, and afterwards, the oven was installed whereupon the children used to sleep.

Gegenüber vom eingange ins Wohnhaus, nämlich vom Hofraume aus, war ein Vorhaus und dann kam man in die schwarze Küche, wo auf offenem Herde zur warmen Jahreszeit die Speisen gekocht wurden.
Across from the entrance into the house, namely the court-yard was from a
vestibule and then you came into the scullery where were on open stoves for the warm season, the food cooked. 

Im winter geschah das Kochen der Speisen in großen Kachelofen bei einer Heizung von der Küche aus. 
In winter the cooking of the food took place on large tiled stove that heated the kitchen. (Chap. 20 page 350).

The newly (2013) renovated No 40 Schamers (also rebuilt after the fire of 1843) has something similar  (left) although how close that is to the original in the house I have no idea.
The one at No 42 may have been more like this (see below right) from The Folk Architecture Museum at Kouřim, Cz.  The blue stove and its surround provides something like the sleeping area for children and has the ubiquitous drying rail above it. The important thing

was that the basic construction should be massive; either of brick or stone or soil but the outer finish was probably a matter of taste or economics. Plaster would do, but ceramic tiles, so easily wiped clean, would have been a boon to the busy housewife and no double a source of some considerable domestic pride.

Whatever the cause, in an outbreak of fire the people had to help themselves so
Im Jahre 1876 wurde eine Feuerspritze um 600 Fl. angekauft; dieselbe ist von Ferd.  Hilgartner verfertigt worden. (Chap.19; page 340.) 

In 1876, a fire engine to 600 Fl. purchased; the same is by Ferd. Hilgartner been manufactured.
Eventually, a formal volunteer Fire brigade was organised and cousin Joe tells us about that too:
Der freiwillige Feuerwehr-Verein in Schamers
Der freiwillige Feuerwehr-Verein wurde im Jahre 1889 gegründet.
The Volunteer Fire Club in Schamers  

The Volunteer Fire Department Association was founded in 1889.
Obmann war Jakob Longin, Oberfehrer, Stellvertreter Ferdinand Binder, Kassier
Fucker Ludwig und Schrift-führer Johann Schimeczek.
 

Chairman was Jacob Longin, chief officer, deputy Ferdinand Binder, Treasurer Ludwig Fucker and font-leader (chief or maybe Fire Fighter] Johann Schimeczek.

Im Frühjahre 1890 bekam der Verein die erste neue Saugspritze, welche die Firma "Smekal" aus Prag um den Betrag von 900 fl. lieferte. 
In early 1890, the club got the first new suction pump, supplied by the company of "Smekal" from Prague [see below*] by the amount of 900 florins.

Im Jahre 1895 erhielt der Verein die zweite Saugspritze, welche
von der Firma Ischermak in Teplitz um der Betrag von nahe 900 fl. gekauft
wurde. 

In 1895 the club received the second suction pump, which was bought by/from the company Ischermak in Teplitz for the amount of near 900 fl.
Bürgermeister Ludwig Fucker. Der Verein zählte im Anfange 64 wirkende
Mitgleider.
 

The firehouse was built in 1891 under the Mayor Ludwig Fucker. The
association had 64 acting members in the beginning. (Chap. 22 page 367)

Note that Ferdinand BINDER was the deputy chairman of the voluntary fire
brigade. This is the Ferdinand BINDER (Granddad Ludwig's godfather and his mother Antonia's cousin) who appears as an old man with two of his brothers in front of No. 42 in the photo you posted on March 4 2014. He had good reason to support a fire service because his parents Anton and Josefa BINDER (also the parents of our St Joe) had been made homeless in the fire on 8th February 1843 when Josefa was 5 months pregnant with their first child.  Anton's younger brother Josef, (Rob's great, great Grandfather) as yet unmarried, was also made homeless because he was living at No. 40 with his parents.


No doubt Ferdinand and all his siblings and cousins grew up on the stories of the day the house burnt down and were probably taught to be very careful with fire. Note that the building on the right behind the 'fire squirt' appears to be roofed with shingles -the 'tiles' seem to have worn, ragged, lower edges, characteristic of old shingles, in a way that clay tiles do not.

The Volunteer fire Brigade in Schamers formed in 1889

*My first translation of this sentence wasn't very accurate and I was curious as
to whether the new fire engine was called 'Smekal' because that was its brand name or whether it was just an affectionate nickname, but on googling it I found a wealth of information. There was a Czech firm called Smekal who manufactured fire engines and were active from 1820 to 1940 and a book was written about it by Josef Jendrisak. They made both man and horse-drawn machines, and by 1891 were incorporating steam-powered pumps. Goodness me, you thought we were obsessed but there's a world-wide register of old fire engines still in existence and an entry about the company there. It's hard to tell from the photograph what type of engine the Schamers brigade had but it was quite a wealthy community and I think I can see the top part of a chimney in front of the middle man of the three in pale jackets in the back row and this suggests it was a stem powered pump. I haven't been able to find out anything about Firma Ischermak in Teplitz but the register of old fire engines says there was a company called Czermack in Teplitz and that seems suspiciously similar for me to suspect it could be the same company.

Having established and equipped a Fire Brigade it now became necessary to find a place to store everything so: 

Das neu Spritzenhaus.
The new fire station.
Daselbe ist im Jahre 1893 erbaut worden. 
The same was built in 1893. 

Es steht an der Stelle jenes Kleinhauses, das man beim Grofe [sic]=Jörgla=Schuister nannte.
It stands on the site of that small house, which was called the Große = Jörgla
= Schuister.
Es war ganz von Holz gebaut, da selbst der Schornstein zerklüfftet 
war und die Funken am Dachboden umherflogen, so war dieses Kleinhaus eine 
große Feuersgefahr für die ganze Umgebung. 
It was built entirely of wood, and since the chimney was fissured the sparks flew in the attic, so this small house was a big fire danger for the whole environment. 
Darum wurde dieses Kleinhaus von dem Besitzer Johann Thuswald um 300 fl. gekauft und an deiser Stelle das neue Spritzenhaus aufgebaut. 
Therefore, this small house was purchased from the current owner Johann Thuswald, for 300 fl and the new fire station built.

Der Bau dieses Spritzenhauses wurde geflissentlich in der Mitte des Marktes 
hergestellt, damit die Entfernung bei einem eswaigen Brande gleich weit sei. The construction of this Fire station was deliberately made ​in the middle of the market town, thus the distance is the same in a the event of fires.

I have worked out from the above description, Richard Schemiceck's list of houses and occupants and the accompanying map in his Chronicles of Schamers that the new fire station was directly opposite No. 39 so the fire squirt would not have had far to go to fight the fire in which nos 39-45 were consumed had it been around at the time. Even so, there had to be volunteers around to man the engine. The Heimatskunde records a fire that broke out in a house during the day and the wind was so strong that three houses were consumed before the villagers could return from the fields to deal with it. 
But what of the smaller villages like Niederschlagels/Dolní Lhota , Oberschlagels/Horni Lhota, and Neidermuhl /Dolni Zdar, outlying areas and the isolated farms? Perhaps they too made the best provision they could acording to their means and ability. 

In England I have seen huge hooks mounted on long poles hung on the walls just under the eaves of old buildings. Their purpose was to claw the burning thatch off the roof to try to contain the fire, the main danger to other houses being bits of flaming thatch borne up by the rising hot air and dropping on roofs nearby, but their weight and unwieldiness would have made them difficult to use even for several strong men. Few pumps or wells could have sustained the constant demand for water and as recounted above strong wind would have made the situation worse. Fire is a danger that is not so well understood by younger people used to central heating but, as my Dad wisely warned me when I was very small; 'fire is a wonderful servant but a terrible master' and we still can't do much about the careless smoker.
THANK YOU, SU!