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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Sunday, August 20, 2017

Anton Otremba's immigration card

Look what Larry found!  It's full of clerical mistakes, but it's the record of one part of our family arriving in the US.

Anton Otremba, 40, was accompanied by "Cathe-46, Marie 15" (actually, Catherine Schalwig Otremba was 36, and Mary was 12 in 1868).
The other kids--Anna, Frank, Joseph and Martha-- were listed on the back, evidently.  One more daughter, Margaret, was born the next year in Pierz.

The "last permanent address" would have been Pommern, not Tommern...and they arrived in Baltimore 149 years ago, yesterday.

Wow, huh?

Later:  HERE'S the ships list of the Berlin.  Otrembas start at 701.  Look at the professions on that ship, and the full load of passengers.  It was late in the season, but people came anyway.

Friday, August 11, 2017

Buckman and the outlaws

A few years ago, my friend/relative Fran gave me three copies of the Morrison County Atlases from 1970, 1978 and 1987. No, they're not at all rare books. The photos in the atlases are tiny, like postage stamps, but they scan and enlarge amazingly well.  We've published lots of photos from them since, especially the oldest pics.

Ok, so Fran was a Zenner, and she married Bernie Weber.  Just keep that thought; we'll get back to it, promise.

Now, this week, Larry found another genealogy website with a new old photo that we hadn't seen before--this time, it's three men in front of a garage, in Pierz:
It says John Weber, Alfred Dietz and Louie Gottwalt in about 1934.

Of course, I zoomed in on Louie, since his mom was a Hesch (Grandpa Anton's sister Rose).  But Larry took a different direction.  He searched for the other two names.  Turns out they were in business together--Weber-Dietz Battery & Tire Repair.  And, there was a whole genealogy of who these guys were.  The grandson of John Weber, one Frank Weber, happens to be "a forensic psychologist whose award winning forensic and clinical work includes assessment and expert witness testimony for homicide, sexual assault, and physical assault cases" and the author of a suspense novel called "Murder Book".  The quote is from Frank's web page, where he explains his family history.  Look for names like Suess, Sitzman, Kapsner & Brixius, not to mention Weber and Dietz. Here's the pic from his page:



Could be the same place, right? I mean, they repaired and sold tires, and gas, looks like. Frank says it's now Red's Auto.
About the first paragraph up there--Fran and Bernie Weber?  Bernie was John Weber's son, so they were Frank's Uncle Bernie and Aunt Fran.  


Now here's some frosting on the cake--If you peruse Franks page, you'll read about a couple by the name of Young: 


"Rosetta [Frank's mom] lived with Mabel Young.  Clarence and Mabel Young came from Illinois with the last name “Younger”, but changed their name as they no longer wanted to be associated with their cousins Cole Younger and Cole’s brothers Jim, John and Bob  (Jesse James cohorts)". There's much more about Jesse James and the Younger gang.  Fascinating, huh?


Oh MAN I'm glad Larry's back online! 😊

Thursday, August 3, 2017

Larry's computer

With any luck at all, our buddy Larry will get his new (to him) computer up and running shortly.  It's been a long time since we've posted anything, and alas, the computer may not inspire any new HH research, it'll just be nice to have him back online ☺

Tuesday, May 2, 2017

A new book!

Woohoo!  I'm sure you remember Amy Thielen, James Beard award-winner and Adeline's granddaughter?  Here's her brand new book, and she writes even better than her great-grandpa Math Hesch 😊). Here's her intro from Facebook:

"It's here! It's pretty--deckle edge! And just a little menacing--all those knives! It's migrating all over my house, spawning like pink gremlins, and I am so happy! If you like stories about fine dining brigades, and heavy metal line cooks, and warehouse squats, and lonesome farmers who drink beer for breakfast, and backwoods hippie life, and head cheese and well-pounding projects, oh, and bleach, butter, bread, and why the hell after moving on you should ever move back home, then this book's for you. On sale everywhere May 16, but preorders get it to you quicker. Thank you to my family for enduring me as I wrote this book, and thank you to all the people in it who--one way or another--altered my course. So proud to know you".
Pretty proud to claim YOU too, Amy!

Saturday, March 4, 2017

Ferdinand "Ferdie" Stepan 1919-2017

Over the years we've been  publishing Hesch History, we've been introduced to Buckman/Pierz/Morrison county personalities that mom & dad would have known.  Or, names I heard as kid--like Suess, Hurrle, Denzen, Kappes, Dengel...and this family, the Stepans.  Here's how they relate, from a post in 2014.  
In the last few years of his life, Ferdinand Stepan wrote letters about growing up in Buckman.  We got to post one that mentioned Math Hesch, the reporter, 3 years ago.  Read it again--he must have been fun to know ☺. I wish I had.

Ferdie was 97 and lived thru some amazing times, but I think it's never long enough. He'll be missed, I know.

Friday, January 27, 2017

Morrison county roads in 1912

Cruising along on my way to Little Falls last week, I was appreciating the smooth, well cleared winter road, and its efficient route past farms and thru towns.  I figure most of Minnesota's rural roads are updated pioneer trails just because I like the idea.  I can imagine making the trip home from town with a loaded wagon or sleigh--avoiding hills, and swamps, and deciding where to cross the creek, would be important.  
Two articles from the Pierz Journal about roads: by 1912, there were many more automobiles using the farm roads, going faster than horses could, so roads needed grading and de-rutting.  Up to that time, if a road was too pitted, a local farmer would do maintenance with a drag behind a team.  But now it looks like townies got involved.  This second article is fun because of all the people and places named.  I'll add a 1912 plat map to see if we can figure where they meant. Click to enlarge 😏
(If you can't read the maps here, try the original plat book from Minnesota Reflections website.  I set it to the Little Falls-Agram-Pierz townships page, but it reverts to the whole plat book.  Click the townships on the right and be patient.  Enlarge it there with the slider just above the map window, ok?)

Friday, January 6, 2017

Carolann Hesch 1939-2016

It's such an strange feeling to say goodbye to a cousin, even one I rarely saw once we were both adults.  Carol was Math & Eileen's older daughter, born 10 years before I was.  She and her sister Bev were "the big girls".   
When she was a young bride living on the edge of Bay Lake, I spent a couple weeks there one summer, to be company for Carol & Dave's foster daughter.  We played a lot of Black Jack that summer.  I was 13, so wow, she was only 23.

Carol lived in Crosby, Mn.  She had chronic health problems in the last 25 years or so, and passed away in the nursing home there.  There'll be a memorial service sometime later according to Aunt Eileen.  
About 1943

About 1954





RIP Carol

Monday, October 24, 2016

In which we discuss Rabbits, die Haschenschule, Suetterlin, Kurrent, Fraktur, and Su's Cousin Joe

Our corespondent Su, in Great Britain, is unrelated by blood but decidedly related by research, not to mention a mutual bizarre love of tangential information (sound familiar?) which actually makes her more related than YOU.  
Read on, this is delightful!

Dear Marlys,
I have a relative who does voluntary work in a Charity /Thrift shop where she  sorts the incoming book donations.  She has to judge what is worth putting on sale and make some sort of guess as to how it should be priced.  Occasionally she finds old, unusual or foreign books and she has to do a little research on Amazon and other book dealers to find out what sort of price the charity might be able to get for them.  Occasionally she gets stumped so she sends her problems to me.  The first time this happened it was a book printed in German Black Letter Gothic, or Fraktur and I’m reasonably capable at reading that because of my translations of cousin Joe’s Heimatskunde.
 
The most recent one is the best yet and to help me she sent me some photos of it that she’d taken on her phone.  It was a tiny children’s pictorial storybook (see right) in the German Language and what caused the problem was that the cover was printed not in Fraktur but Sütterlin!  Now who would have thought that my limited ability to read Sütterlin could have any use outside our particular obscure branch of family history?  I’ve only ever come across Sütterlin as a cursive script before and the font used on the front cover was a version designed to look like handwriting.

  “Die Häschenschule Ein lustiges Bilderbuch mit Bilden von Fritz Koch-Gotha und Versen von Albert Sixtus” was translated by Googletranslate as “The Rabbit School: A Funny Picture Book with pictures from Fritz Koch Gotha and verses from Albert Sixtus”. I was intrigued to find out more about it. This little book seems to be as deeply embedded in the German culture, social memory and affection as Beatrix Potter’s stories of Peter Rabbit are in England (and possibly the US? – I don’t know what is your equivalent – maybe The Cat in the Hat?).  It has been in print almost continuously since it was first published in 1924 and it became clear through visiting many German book-dealer sites that although there are hundreds of copies of various ages around, like Peter Rabbit, an early edition could be quite valuable, so it was important that I could date it reasonably accurately. I spent a lot of time on time on it and began to get a feel for what was important in determining its age.  It isn’t one of the very earliest editions because the cover background is pale, not dark, and that change was made in after the 6th edition but it must have been printed before 1947 when the stern teacher rabbit was deprived of his cane because he was thought to be too scary.  After that, narrowing down the date depended on what font was used for the body text and here things began to get really interesting.

The changes in the typeface used for the body text of this book, over the time it has been published reflect some very interesting cultural and social issues in Germany.  The early editions had the text printed in Fraktur, a gothic font beloved of German speaking peoples and others, but in the mid 1930s it was reprinted in Antiqua, which is a Roman or Latin font, like the one I’m typing in now, and from the 51st edition it was printed in Sütterlin but there is a great deal more behind this than you could possibly imagine.  The use of Gothic style scripts was once widespread across Europe but from the 18th century slowly gave way Latin style scripts, which were considered to be of the classical age.  In the early 19th century, when Germany was establishing itself as a nation and its cultural identity was of great significance, Fraktur was adopted as the official national typeface.  Despite this, there was much intellectual discussion about whether it was in fact the best sort of font to use.  Some thought that it would be better to use a Latin /Roman style of lettering called Antiqua, such as we use in the US and UK; others thought they should continue with Fraktur because it represented German virtues such as depth and sobriety (!).  The argument over the various virtues of the fonts descended into a vitriolic silliness that it is hard to believe and became known as the Antiqua – Fractur dispute .  Otto von Bismarck was so much against the use of Antiqua that he returned gifts of books printed in Antiqua with a note to say that he ‘didn’t read German books in Latin letters’! The great poet Goethe was attracted to the clarity and easy reading qualities of Antiqua but his mother was definitely not, and wrote to urge him to remain—"for God's sake"—German, even in his letters.

Until 1911 most German printed material was in Fraktur and German handwriting was in a cursive script called Kurrent but a further complexity arose when in that year the Prussian Ministry of Science, Art and Culture (Preußisches Ministerium für Wissenschaft, Kunst und Volksbildung) commissioned the graphic artist Ludwig Sütterlin, to create a modern, more easily readable handwriting script and an equivalent print font.  Thus Sütterlinschrift became the accepted style of handwriting in Prussia in 1915, that gradually spread across Germany until by 1935 it was the only style taught.  Despite later changes in policy it was still being taught in some places as late as the 1970s.

If you compare examples of Sütterlin you can see that Sütterlin is a more upright, print-like version of Kurrent that has been shorn of its smooth flowing qualities for the virtue of modern style and readability.  I suspect that although these changes have made Sütterlin a little easier to read it is probably much more difficult to write clearly at speed than Kurrent so, in general, people who were taught the new modern fashionable style had handwriting that was of poorer quality than those taught Kurrent.   I’m making this suggestion through personal experience because I was taught a version of English handwriting called Marion Richardson Writing.  Letters were very simple with no serifs, loops or ornaments of any kind; even the capital letter J did not have a horizontal line on it.  Each letter had to be perfectly vertical and there were very few ligatures between letters.  It meant that there was no natural flow to it and it was tiring to write as the pen had to be lifted off the page very frequently.  I was considered to have very good handwriting at Junior School but as my education progressed the need to write both quickly and clearly became more pressing and I hadn’t been taught the methods that enabled me to do it.  To my shame, as an adult, I don’t have the good clear handwriting I should have and every adult I have ever met who was taught that method has complained of the same problem.

To return to the great text saga.
At first the Nazis embraced Fractur fonts for their supposed Germanic qualities but they tied themselves in knots over whether or not the font was ‘Jewish’ and in 1941 black letter typefaces such as Fraktur were banned in favour of Antiqua.   Soon after, a second edict banned Sütterlin and Kurrent handwriting in favour of Normalschrift ("normal script").  The edicts were signed by Martin Bormann but were probably made at the personal behest of Hitler himself, who in 1934 declared that an age of ‘steel and iron, glass and concrete’ required something more modern.  It is also possible that in 1941, when the Nazis were still in the ascendant, they faced the problem of producing written material that could be read by people of the countries they had Occupied. Whatever an edict says, it is very difficult to erase a style of handwriting from the whole population so, although Sütterlin and Kurrent were no longer taught, they remained in use for many years afterwards and Sütterlin enjoyed a certain amount of revival after the fall of the Third Reich.
The various fonts in which The Rabbit School was printed reflect these changes of policy, it being printed in Fraktur up till the mid 1930s, then Antiqua and later still in Sütterlin but I don’t know when it finally returned to a Latin style font.  The edition I had to deal with was curious in that the outer cover (probably the damaged dust jacket that had been cut down and attached to the book with sticky-backed plastic at a much later date) was in Sütterlin but the body text was in Fraktur.  Dust jackets are easy and cheap to change so it may have been old stock given a quick makeover to make it more appealing and saleable.

When I do a piece of work like this I write a mini-report of my findings and keep a careful note of the websites I’ve used, the translations I’ve made and where I’ve sourced other information just in case the information is needed again.  Yes- very pedantic of me but this is about good research practice.  I worked on it nearly all day, stopped typing and closed the document and went off to cook the evening meal.  When I returned to it a little later –Oh no! - all that opened was the earliest page in which was pasted the screen shots of the photos and even Rob, with all is skills and tricks, couldn’t resurrect the version I’d been working on.  I am very careful about ‘frequent saving stops you raving’ and we also have an auto-save facility set up to operate at ten-minute intervals but somehow that had failed too but in the end this wasn’t quite the disaster it seemed at the time.

Overnight I mulled over the problems and in the back of my mind was a deep unease.  There was something odd that I couldn’t put my finger on and it concerned both the translation and the illustrations.  The pictures in Beatrix Potter’s books are very charming but they are not fictionalized animals:  Peter, despite his little blue jacket is a real rabbit.  Potter kept wild animals of all sorts as pets and she was a very skilled and accurate painter who worked from life.  What bothered me about the rabbits in the pictures in The Rabbit School was that they didn’t really look like rabbits to me. Wild rabbits are a bit chubby and fluffy and genuinely very appealing but the rabbits in this book are slim; their heads are bony, their paws are long and delicate and there is something wrong about the ears.

The next morning I sat down at the computer and tied to recreate the previous day’s work but first I looked very carefully at the pictures and the text and it suddenly hit me that the German word for rabbit is das Kaninchen but that word doesn’t occur in the title.  I wondered if the word used was German for ‘bunny ‘rather than ‘rabbit’ and suspicious of google translate I tried dear Herman instead.  And Herman spoke and he said that Die Häschenschule is not The Rabbit School but The Leverets School and a leveret is a young hare!

 Immediately I knew what it was that had disturbed me about the illustrations: they are very accurate paintings of hares, not rabbits.  In North America there are something like 15 species of rabbits and hares but in Britain and across most of Europe there are only three.  We have Rabbits, Mountain or Blue Hares and Brown Hares, but Mountain Hares mostly live only in the higher uplands and I don’t think I’ve ever seen one.  Most people who do not live in the countryside can’t tell them apart, but to me, hares and rabbits are as different a Thoroughbred English racehorse is from a tubby Shetland pony.  Fritz Koch Gotha meticulously recorded their exact features in his illustrations:  hares are slim, long legged, with very distinct black tips to their ears and black fur on the upper sides of their elegant, white, tails.  They also have golden brown irises to their eyes whereas rabbits’ eyes are just very dark – almost black.  Hares are far less common than rabbits and hold a special place in British folklore, being considered fey and magic and wise, and the Easter Bunny is really the Easter Hare.

Am I the only person to have noticed this mistake in translation?  I went back through the examples for sale on English–language sites and all except one called it The Rabbit School.   That odd one, which was advertised under its German title, described the cover illustration as having a ‘hare headmaster and leveret pupil’.  You can now be laugh hysterically at my expense, when I tell you that having thought I’d got it wrapped, I discovered that German translations of The Tale of Peter Rabbit is published as Die Geschichte von Peterchen Hase.   The –chen ending is a diminutive which can imply cuteness,  but the Hase is an adult hare!  There is the possibility that the publishers were jumping on the bandwagon of the undoubted popularity of Die Häschenschule but it is equally likely I’m missing some subtle cultural detail. ARGGHH Translation is truly a minefield!

Rabbits are not native to Britain but were introduced by the Norman French about 1000 years ago as a very special and luxurious form of food for the tables of the rich.  They were kept in specially built ‘warrens’ surrounded by a wall and looked after by a warrener who ran a pack of dogs for culling them.  At that time the adult was called a Cony or Coney, the young were called rabbits and the babies called kits.  The Norman French and the later Medieval Court and aristocracy was besotted with hunting, and cooking and eating their kill and they had an enormous and highly complicated vocabulary of words associated with these activities.  Even the process of dismembering the cooked carcass and serving the meat had a specific name dependent on the type of animal or bird.  I think the reason that the word rabbit has survived while coney has gradually dropped out of use is that the rabbit is the only one that’s worth eating.   Rob once shot a very large elderly rabbit (truly a coney) and we anticipated that it would feed us for several days, but after 8 hrs very slow and gentle cooking it was as tough as old boots and completely inedible.  Since then we’ve never bothered to attempt to eat the coneys; it’s the rabbits we want.

And yes, this is where Coney Island comes from (Rabbit Island). 
A hug and a THANK YOU to Su!!


Thursday, July 7, 2016

Bequeathed

Mr Research® has been especially industrious this week.  He found, online, the Last Will And Testaments of some of our key relatives.  They were written (copied) in long-hand into ledger books and kept in Morrison county, I assume.  (Part of the fun of doing genealogy with Larry is that I often don't know his sources till much later ☺) He emailed screen captures of Paul Hesch, our great grandfather, who died in 1900; his wife Mary Otremba Hesch, who died in 1917; and Paul's brother Anton Hesch, who died in 1911, in Agram township.   Yes, we have a rough copy of Paul's will here on HH, and some info about Anton's probate hearing, but these are the official records.  Funny, I always thought wills were kept in envelopes in lawyers' safes, and read dramatically to the potential heirs in an elegant library somewhere, like on Perry Mason...but no, I guess not.

Anyway, Larry said he found more family wills, so we'll see those soon.  In the meantime, here's the book copy of Paul's dictated original:
Paul Hesch's Will, dictated on his death bed
in August 1900.


 Great uncle Anton's Will (left) and probate, settled in January, 1912.









The Will and probate of Mary (Otremba) Hesch,
who died in 1917.

I don't understand the probate process, but wait, lets check the internet:
"Probate is the court-supervised process of gathering a deceased person's assets and distributing them to creditors and inheritors".
Ok, Anton's Will and Mary's Will were probated, but not Paul's?


The whole legal-death system was still being built in 1900, so that's probably it ☺
YAY, LARRY!

Saturday, July 2, 2016

Even more about John Peter Sand...

 We've devoted a lot of virtual ink here  to Grandma Lizzie's uncle John Peter Sand.  JP was Mike Sand's brother, a Civil War vet, deputy sheriff of Morrison Co, and husband of the woman who released prisoners from the Little Falls jail and ran away with one of em.

As Hesch relatives go, this couple was pretty sensational, being part of the only legal hanging ever in Morrison Co.
We found articles in the St Paul papers in 1888-89 about the trial, and then figured out if & how J P was related.  Here he is in the 1875 Minnesota census, and the 1880 Federal census.

J P's wife is listed as Helena or Helen, but in the 1885 Minnesota census, below, she's listed as Magdalena, so we assumed these were two different women.
Turns out John Peter Sand married Magdalena Ferschweiler in 1871 in Stearns Co--Larry found their marriage license today. Probably Lena just didn't particularly like the name Magdalena, so she called herself Helena--Lena for short.

In the first 9 years of their marriage, JP and Lena had 3 kids, Peter, Angelica and Kate, then in 1883, two daughters died of diphtheria (see yesterday's post)...Angelica and Kate/Ann.  Going by the ages listed on the census pages, their five kids were Peter b 1873, Angelica b 1877, Kate b 1878, Margaret b 1881, and Frank b 1885.    The 1890 census was lost in a fire in 1921, so we don't know more, except that a great grandson of Frank's contacted me a couple years ago.  He had no idea about any of this...

So, here's the marriage record for JP & Lena:

                                                       Pretty amazing, huh?