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Monday, March 11, 2019

Dreaded* Aunt Rose


This week's #52Ancestors prompt is Bachelor Uncle. However, given March is Women's History Month, as pointed about by another genealogy blogger, I am following her suggestion and writing about a bachelor or maiden AUNT. (And, if Maiden Aunt is a future prompt, I'll switch it back up!)

Margaret, Nick and Rose, circa 1910.
That said when you hear "maiden aunt" what image comes to your mind? Whatever it is, there is probably something about your vision that has a negative connotation. In my family, "that" aunt is my great-grandmother's sister, Rose. There were four sisters and one baby brother, John, in their family. Older sisters Barbara and Lillie formed a natural pair; and younger sisters Rose and Margaret did, as well.

Rose, the elder by sixteen months, and Margaret seem to have been joined at the hip throughout their childhood. I'm not sure my great-grandfather Nick realized he was getting a package deal when he married Margaret, but in many photos of the young couple taken early in their marriage... there's Rose! She seems to have been a naturally "take charge" sort of person, someone others might call bossy.

Margaret developed tuberculosis, like their father before her, and, in 1916, the decision was made to leave the Midwest's great metropolis, Chicago and move west. Idaho was their destination, where Aunt Lillie had moved years prior. Nick was able to secure a position as a court reporter in Boise, and the young couple and their two oldest children left their families, and all that was familiar behind, including Aunt Rose.

Sadly, Idaho's climate didn't provide a miracle cure for Margaret and in 1928, at the age of 41, she died of the white plague, the infectious scourge of the time. In the weeks following Margaret's death Rose came out from Chicago to help with Margaret's four children – two more added since the move to Idaho – ranging in age from 6 to 17. One would hope it was grief talking, but Aunt Rose made deeply hurtful comments to her youngest niece about how her birth contributed to her mother's death, words still fresh decades later. Horrible words, by any measure, to tell a motherless child. Aunt Rose's bossiness eventually got on the wrong side of her brother-in-law's nerves – who she had known from childhood  and Nick invited her to return to Chicago.

Aunt Rose supported herself as a cook for wealthy families in the Whitefish Bay neighborhood of Milwaukee. At the age of 46, she married gardener, Dave Lonski. So, technically, Aunt Rose wasn't even a bachelor aunt! Oh, well, so I didn't follow directions. She was still a corker! When she in Idaho one thing, in particular, her nieces and nephews remembered – and were annoyed by – was how she and their father would lapse into Luxembourgish when they wanted to talk about things they didn't want the children to hear.

Unlike her beloved sister, Aunt Rose enjoyed the gift of years living until the age of 86. Photographs of Rose show a woman looking directly into the camera with a determined gaze. There is a glimmer of mischief there, as well. She may have left her sister's children with indelible, and ambivalent,  memories, but there was never any doubt of her devotion to her little sister.



*Okay, true confessions, I'm the one who started calling her "dreaded," I don't think any of her nieces or nephews ever did... or if they did, not within her earshot!

Thursday, August 13, 2015

Honoring the Home Place

With my aunt, Barbara Leimback, on our
first trip to Holy Cross Cemetery in August, 1992.
Well... one of them anyway. I had a nomadic childhood and stumble for a good answer when people ask me my hometown. It depends on the audience and my answer varies.

My story parallels that of generations before me. If there was one child who ventured away from their family and hometown over and over again that was my direct ancestor. It is a recurring theme for many, I imagine, whose families made their way west. One such example from my cast of wandering antecedents is Joseph Troll who -- at the time his brother Engelbert's estate was probated in 1866 -- was "supposed dead, last heard from in California 12 years since." 1 Fortunately not all of my ancestors were as negligent as Joseph in keeping their families informed of their whereabouts.

Now, in a curious turn of events, here I am drawn to retracing their steps backwards and returning to the communities that originally nurtured my ancestors. One such place is the unincorporated village of Holy Cross located about 7 miles north of Port Washington in Ozaukee County, Wisconsin. Ozaukee County holds the distinction of being the smallest county in Wisconsin. Yet, it is the site of the largest settlement of immigrants to the United States from one of the smallest countries in Europe: Luxembourg. And, incredibly, at 1,118 mi2 tiny Ozaukee County is larger than Luxembourg's 998 mi2!

I ended my trip to Wisconsin earlier this month with my traditional pilgrimage to Holy Cross Cemetery. On a overcast morning -- unusual for Wisconsin in August! -- I checked in with the greatest concentration of my ancestors buried in one place. A cool, gentle breeze rustled through the cornfields which surround the cemetery where it is so quiet the sounds of birds singing was the only other thing I heard. The cemetery is a serene, well-maintained place and after many visits I know just where to go and who to see! My great-great grandparents John Peter Ney, his wife Margaret Mans, John Evangelist Uselding and his wife Catherine Lauters are buried there; as well as great-great-great grandparents Josephine Hemmer, John Nicholas Uselding, Anna Maria Bastendorff, Nicholas Lauters and Margaret Bourton. Several miles away Anton Mans and Catherine Plier are buried at St. Mary's Cemetery.

Whether is it Twin Falls, Idaho, Gold Hill, Oregon, or Holy Cross, Wisconsin, I can rarely pass through ancestral home places without a detour through the local cemetery. On one hand it grounds me and the tangible evidence of my ancestors in the form of their headstones remind me of who and where I came from. It also inspires me to continue searching for the details that help tell the story of their life beyond the spare facts captured on those stones. The Luxembourg national motto is "Mir wรถlle bleiwe wat mir sin!" -- We want to remain what we are! -- and my cemetery visits are just one way I honor and live out what I am by remembering all those who came before me.



1. St. Louis County, Missouri, probate case files, estate no. 7404, Engelbert Troll (1866), Probate file, 19 May 1866; Probate Court Clerk’s Office, Clayton.