Upper Level: Carl (Charles) Markwad and Fredreka Vevetser 1843-1920

Sunday, September 30, 2012

Carl (Charles) Markwad and Fredreka Vevetser 1843-1920

Carl (Charles) Jechem Markwad
Parents: Jechem Markwad and unknown mother
Born 22 Sep 1843 Stralsund, Pommern, Germany
Note: The town of Stralsund is located in northeastern Germany in the region of Western Pomerania in the state of Mecklenburg-Vorpommern.
Christening: 22 Sep 1844 Meimsheim Württemberg, Germany
Immigrated 1876 to Cook county, Illinois
Date of Naturalization: 28 February 1881
In order to homestead land, you had to be a naturalized citizen. He applied at Benkelman, Nebraska for citizenship. Unfortunately, none of the papers clarify where in Germany he came from. No one in this family could read, write, or speak English when they first arrived, so the surname was spelled Markwadt.
Married Frederica Vevetser about 1866 Germany
Died 13 Feb 1909 Barbazette Farm, McCook, Red Willow, Nebraska
Note: Homesteaded land in Frontier County, north of Red Willow County, on 16 Dec 1886. Sold this land on 24 Dec 1895 and moved to McCook where he worked for various farmers until the time of his death.

Fredreka and Carl (Jechem) Markwad headstone

Buried Riverview Cemetery, McCook, Red Willow, Nebraska
Obit from McCook Tribune Friday 19 February 1909
Chas. Markwad Passes Away-
Charles Markwad died last Saturday evening at 7:30 in his 65th year, on the Barbazette farm a few miles southwest of the city. Funeral services were held in the Baptist Church, Monday afternoon at 2:30, conducted by Rev. Edker Burton, after which interment was made in Riverview cemetery, Miss Tillie Penner of Omaha, a granddaughter, was present at the funeral. Mr Charles Markwad, whose funeral was held at the Baptist Church Monday afternoon was born in Germany September 22, 1844. Came to the United States in 1876 and settled in Lake county, Illinois, From there, he with his family, consisting of wife and six children, removed to Red Willow County, Nebraska, twenty-three years ago, where he resided until his death, February 13th. His wife and five children, August, Ernest, Charles, Mrs. Emma Redhouse and Mrs. Etta Pope, with a large circle of friends, are left to mourn their loss.
Sources
Name of father: Death Certificate
Obit: http://swngs.nesgs.org/newspaper/1909_tribune.htm
Headstone: https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/65133137/charles-jechem-markwad
Naturalization Papers Index
Hamburg Passenger Lists (gives residence at time of departure)
Family Search

ancestry.com

Fredreka (Sophia)Vevetser
Born 4 Sep 1843 Germany
Religion: Lutheran, but buried from the Baptist church.
Died 18 Jan 1920 McCook, Red Willow, Nebraska
COD: Bright's disease (kidney disease)
Buried Riverview Cemetery, McCook, Red Willow, Nebraska
Sources
1910 US Census for McCook, Red Willow, Nebraska (widowed, age 67)
1920 US Census for Red Willow, Nebraska (widowed, age 78)
Note: Name misspelled Eureka in the census
Picture of her: letter written to my sister in law
Memorial: https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/65133617/frederika-sophia-markwad
Family Search
ancestry.com

CHILDREN

Louisa Markwad
Born 16 March 1869 Germany
Married Henry Penner 2 June 1887 McCook, Red Willow, Nebraska
Note: her name is spelled Louisa Markwade in the record
Children: Otto, Jane, Tillie, George
Died 5 December 1900 Omaha, Douglas, Nebraska
Note: She was lighting a fire in the kitchen stove and poured coal oil on the kindling, the live coals flared up and her clothing caught fire, burning her and 3 year old son, George. (see news article to the left)
Buried McCook, Red Willow, Nebraska
Sources
Marriage: Nebraska marriages 1855-1995 Batch M00325-5 Film 1994204 Ref V2 It.2 Pg.170 CN170
News article about the tragedy as reported in the Lincoln Journal
Family Search
Ancestry.com
Letter written to my sister in law
Memorial: http://www.findagrave.com/cgi-bin/fg.cgi?page=gr&GRid=126880212

Mary Emma Markwad

Mary Emma Markwad
Born 30 July 1868 Germany
Married: about 1893 James William Athill Redhouse
Note: Divorced after 1910
Children: Etta, Frances, Gladys
Died 18 December 1931 Omaha, Nebraska

Headstone

Buried Westlawn-Hillcrest Memorial Park, Omaha, Douglas, Nebraska
Sources
1900 US Census for Seattle, King, Washington page 12A (age 31)
Note: husband listed as J.W. Redhouse from England
1910 US Census for Oakland, Alameda, California (age 39)
Note: name misspelled Erma, husband named as William J Redhouse
1920 US Census for Red Willow, Nebraska (Divorced, age 50)
Note: living with her mother whose name is misspelled Eureka Markwod
Letter written to my sister in law
Headstone: http://www.findagrave.com/cgi-bin/fg.cgi?page=gr&GRid=27795850
Family Search
ancestry.com
Henrietta (Etta) Markwad
Born 20 Oct 1872 Germany
Note: California Death Index claims she was born in Illinois
Occupation: Nurse
Married 1) Arthur M Pope (he was shot during a gamblers quarrel in Alaska)
2) William Wendover
Died: 10 Nov 1946 San Diego, San Diego, California
Buried: San Diego, San Diego, California
Sources
1910 US Census South Hood River, Hood River, Oregon page 4 (married to Arthur, age 37)
1930 US Census for San Diego, San Diego, California (married to William, age 57)
1940 US Census for San Diego, San Diego, California (widowed, age 67 - yet, her husband William is still living in the same place as she is)
California Death Index for Henrietta Pope Wendover
Letter written to my sister in law
Family Search
ancestry.com

August J (Gus) Markwad
Born 18 Jul 1874 Germany
Occupation: Blacksmith
Married Louise Dorothy "Lizzie" Meissner 11 Nov 1899 McCook, Red Willow, Nebraska
Children: Arthur, Chester, Lucy, Lila, Glenola, Archie
Died 17 Feb 1938 McCook, Red Willow, Nebraska

Buried: Riverside Cemetery, McCook, Red Willow, Nebraska
Sources
WW1 Draft registration: http://www.rootsweb.ancestry.com/~neswngs/ww1_draft_register/ww1_draft_register_m.htm
Note: described as having medium height, stout build, blue eyes, dark hair. Blacksmith by trade.
1910 US Census for McCook, Red Willow, Nebraska (age 35)
Note: His mother is living with them
1920 US Census for McCook, Red Willow, Nebraska (age 45)
1930 US Census for McCook, Red Willow, Nebraska (age 54)
Letter written to my sister in law
Headstone: http://www.findagrave.com/cgi-bin/fg.cgi?page=gr&GRid=16099382
Family Search
ancestry.com

Earnest Fred Markwad
Born 18 Jul 1877 Lake County, Illinois
Occupation: Farmer, ran a truck garden
Married Iva Irene Smith 8 Mar 1904 McCook, Red Willow, Nebraska
Children: Cleo, Darwin, Jessie, unnamed child
Died 6 Apr 1947 McCook, Red Willow, Nebraska
Buried Memorial Park Cemetery, McCook, Red Willow, Nebraska
Sources
WW1 Draft registration: http://www.rootsweb.ancestry.com/~neswngs/ww1_draft_register/ww1_draft_register_m.htm
Note: birthdate given as 3 Jul 1875, described as 5'11", stout build, brown eyes, grey hair. Farmer by trade.
1910 US Census for Willow Grove, Red Willow, Nebraska (age 32)
1920 US Census for Red Willow, Nebraska (age 44)
1930 US Census for Valley Grange, Red Willow, Nebraska (age 52)
1940 US Census for Valley Grange, Red Willow, Nebraska (age 62)
Letter written to my sister in law
Family Search
ancestry.com
Memorial: http://www.findagrave.com/cgi-bin/fg.cgi?page=gr&GRid=102245788

Charles Lewis (Charley) Markwad
Born 3 Jan 1881 Lake County, Illinois
Occupation: Farmer (WW1 draft registration)
(1911) Owner of the "Star Laundry"
Married 1) Bessie Ray Smith 20 Mar 1907 McCook, Red Willow, Nebraska
Children: Verlynn (Vernon), Iris
Note: after his wife died, Charles left his children with his sister-in-law, Minnie. I don't know if they ever saw him again.
2) Lulu J Harrison Sep 1919 Omaha, Douglas, Nebraska
Note: the record claims he is 65 and she is 31, but he is 38.
Children: Dorothy
3) Alice Axten Olsen 3 Jan 1935 • Sarpy, Douglas, Nebraska
Children: Ethelates
Sources
Marriage to Lulu: http://omahamarriages.wordpress.com/m-1/
Laundry Occupation: 18 Dec 1911 issue of McCook Tribune Newspaper
Birth date: WW1 draft registration:
http://www.rootsweb.ancestry.com/~neswngs/ww1_draft_register/ww1_draft_register_m.htm
Note: Went by "Charley" described as 5'11", medium build, blue eyes, dk brown hair. Farmer by trade.
Letter written to my sister in law
Family Search
ancestry.com

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From a Funeral Program

When I come to the end of the road

And the sun has set for me

I want no rites in a gloom-filled room

Why cry for a soul set free?

Miss me a little - but not for too long

And not with your head bowed low

Remember the love that we once shared

Miss me, but let me go.

For this is a journey that we all must take

And each must go alone

It's all part of the Master's plan

A step on the road to home.

When you are lonely and sick at heart

Go to the hills we know

And bury your sorrow among the trees

Miss me, but let me go.

The Line

Every minute someone leaves this world behind.
We are all in “the line” without knowing it.
We never know how many people are before us.
We can not move to the back of the line.
We can not step out of the line.
We can not avoid the line.

So while we wait in line -

Make moments count.
Make priorities.
Make the time.
Make your gifts known.
Make a nobody feel like a somebody.
Make your voice heard.
Make the small things big.
Make someone smile.
Make the change.
Make love.
Make up.
Make peace.
Make sure to tell your people they are loved.
Make sure to have no regrets.
Make sure you are ready.

I'm My Own Grandpa

Many, many years ago when I was 23,
I got married to a widow
who was as pretty as could be.
She had a grown up daughter
who had a hair of red.
My father fell in love with her
and soon the two were wed.
This made my dad my son-in-law
And changed my very life.
My daughter was my mother,
for she was my father's wife.
To complicate the matters worse,
although it brought me joy,
I soon became the father
of a bouncing baby boy.
My little baby then became a brother -in-law to dad
and so became my uncle though it made me very sad.
For if he was my uncle,
then that also made him brother to the widow's grown-up- daughter,
who of course, was my stepmother.
Father's wife then had a son,
who kept them on the run.
And he became my grandson, for he was my daughter's son.
My wife is now my mother's mother
and it makes me blue.
Because, although she is my wife,
she's my grandma too.
If my wife is my grandmother,
then I am her grandchild.
and every time I think of it,
it simply makes me wild.
For now I have become the strangest case you ever saw.
As the husband of my grandmother,
I am my own grandpa!

Quotes from the Prophets

President Gordon B Hinckley: "It is good to look to the past to gain appreciation for the present and perspective for the future. It is good to look upon the virtues of those who have gone before, to gain strength for whatever lies ahead. It is good to reflect upon the work of those who labored so hard and gained so little in this world, but out of whose dreams and early plans so well nurtured, has come a great harvest of which we are the beneficiaries. Their tremendous example can become a compelling motivation for us all, for each of us is a pioneer in his own life."

President Spencer W Kimball: "I hope to see us dissolve the artificial boundary line we so often place between missionary work and temple and genealogical work, because it is the same great redemptive work!"

President Joseph Fielding Smith: " The responsibility on behalf of our kindred dead rests with equal force on all, according to our individual ability and opportunities...the greatest and grandest duty of all is to labor for the dead."

The Passing of the Pot (Chamber Pot)

As far back in childhood
As memory may go
One household vessel greets me
That wasn't made for show
Beneath the bed twas anchored
Where only few could see
But served the entire family
With equal privacy
Some called the critter Peggy
And some the thundermug
And others called it badger
A few called it jug
To bring it in at evening
Was bad enough no doubt
But heaven help the person
Who had to take it out
Our big one was enormous
And would accomodate
A watermelon party
Composed of six or eight
When nights were dark and rainy
It was a useful urn
On icy winter mornings
The cold rim seemed to burn
At times when things were rushing
And business extra good
Each took his turn a waiting
Or did the best he could
Sometimes when in a hurry
To our disgust and shame
We fumbled in the darkness
And slightly missed our aim
The special one for company
Was decorated well
But just the same it rendered
That old familiar smell
Today this modernism
Relieves me a lot
And only in my vision
I see that homely pot.
(author unknown)

Poem about ancestors

Though steep is the path I follow today,
The footprints of time will show me the way.
For many have traveled a smiliar road,
And carried an equal of heavier load.

No troubles I face are new to this earth,
That man has not faced from time of his birth.
The route has been charted and roads have been paved
By legions before me who were stalwart and brave.

Their steps never faltered nor courage grew dim,
For they trusted the Lord and let Him led them.
If my faith and my trust remain steadfast and true,
God will guide and protect me in all that I do.
- Dolores Karides

The Elusive Ancestor

I went searching for an ancestor.
I cannot find him still.
He moved around from place to place
and did not leave a will.
He married where a courthouse burned.
He mended all his fences.
He avoided any man who came to
take the US census

He always kept his luggage packed,
This man who had no fame,
and every 20 years or so,
This rascal changed his name.
No one else inthis world is
searching for this elusive man,
so I play "Gene-solitaire"
To find him, if I can!

I'm told he's buried in a plot,
with tombstone he was blessed;
but the weather took engravings,
and some vandals took the rest.
He died before the county clerks
were appointed to keep records
No family Bible has emerged -
In spite of all my efforts.

To top it off, this elusive ancestor
who has caused me many groans -
left me even one more challenge:
He brothed a lady,
by the name of "Jones"!
(Got this from a publication
put out by the DUP organization
that names the author: Merrell Kenworthy)

Poem: Heaven's Door

If I should go before you,

If life on earth were through;

I'll stop just inside Heaven's door,

and there I'll wait for you.

You've but to look 'cross star filled skies,

Past the moon and then beyond;

To know my leaving could never break,

This heart's undying bond.

And if you should go before me,

If your journey on earth were through;

You know I will be close behind,

I'll never be far from you.

Across the span of time and space,

This love will reach this far;

For you'll always carry a bit of my heart,

No matter where you are.

Allison Chambers Coxsey©1995 ~ All Rights Reserved

Which Shall It Be? by Adelaide Proctor

Which shall it be?

"Which shall it be? Which shall it be?
I looked at John and John looked at me,
And when I found that I must speak,
My voice seemed strangely low and weak:
˜Tell me again what Robert said,"
And then I, listening, bent my head.
This is his letter:˜I will give
A house and land while you shall live,
If, in return, from out your seven,
One child to me for aye is given."

I looked at John's old garments worn;
I thought of all that he had borne
Of poverty, and work, and care,
Which I, though willing, could not share;
I thought of seven young mouths to feed,
Of seven little children's need,
And then of this.

˜Come, John,said I,
We'll choose among them as they lie
Asleep. So, walking hand in hand,
Dear John and I surveyed our band:
First to the cradle lightly stepped,
Where Lilian, the baby, slept.
Softly the father stooped to lay
His rough hand down in a loving way,
When dream or whisper made her stir,
And huskily he said: ˜Not her!"

We stooped beside the trundle bed,
And one long ray of twilight shed
Athwart the boyish faces there,
In sleep so beautiful and fair;
I saw on James rough, red cheek
A tear undried. E'er John could speak,
He's but a baby, too," said I,
And kissed him as we hurried by.

Pale, patient, Robbie's angel face
Still in his sleep bore suffering's trace.
˜No, for a thousand crowns, not him!"
He whispered, while our eyes were dim.
Poor Dick! bad Dick! our wayward son”
Turbulent, restless, idle one”
Could he be spared?
Nay, He who gave
Bade us befriend him to the grave;
Only a mother's heart could be
Patient enough for such as he;
˜And so," said John, ˜I would not dare
To take him from her bedside prayer."

Then stole we softly up above,
And knelt by Mary, child of love;
˜Perhaps for her ˜twould better be,"
I said to John. Quite silently
He lifted up a curl that lay
Across her cheek in a wilful way,
And shook his head: ˜Nay, love, not thee,
The while my heart beat audibly.

Only one more, our eldest lad,
Trusty and truthful, good and glad,
So like his father. ˜No, John, no!
I cannot, will not, let him go."

And so we wrote, in courteous way,
We could not give one child away;
And afterward toil lighter seemed,
Thinking of that of which we dreamed,
Happy in truth that not one face
Was missed from its accustomed place;
Thankful to work for all the seven,
Trusting the rest to One in heaven."

Sunday, September 30, 2012

Carl (Charles) Markwad and Fredreka Vevetser 1843-1920

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