Rebecca (Gansel) Scholl (1846-1931) and Apollonia (Roth) Scholl (1849-1925)
Wives of Two Brothers: George and Phillip Scholl, Respectively
Rebecca was a daughter of Obed and Catherine (Swank) Gansel
Courtesy of Joe Auriemma of Phoenixville, PA
Great-x-3 grandson of Apollonia
Settlers XLII: Descendants of Obed Gansel
Contributed by Alice Chrzanowski
July 2005
Transcribed by Shirley Joyce Yarber
Morganfield, KY
The Sullivan County Genealogical Web Page is most grateful to Alice and Shirley for making this history available to all those interested in the history of our county and the families who built it. Please direct any questions, comments or suggested changes to Alice at the e-mail address shown above and to Bob Sweeney, at the Sullivan County Genealogical Web Project. We are also indebted to Laurie (Biswell) Wentz for the photographs of the Gansel family gravemarkers provided in August 2009 for our use in the following text. Finally, we are pleased to credit Joyce Ingerson for preparing the sidebar on the lineage of Joseph Gansel, with input from his descendant, Craig Gansell..
Generation No. 1
OBED GANSEL was born April 29, 1820 in Mifflinburg,
Columbia Co., PA, and died March 16, 1913 in Beloit, Kansas. He was the son of Gideon and Katherine
Fischer Gansel *. He married CATHERINE SWANK January 02, 1840, daughter of ADRIAN
SWANK and ELIZABETH ROUGH. She was born
January 22, 1820 in Pennsylvania, and died January 02, 1908.
* Editor's Note: In June 2007, David L. Klees contacted us with comprehensive information on the genealogy of this Fischer family. Katherine was alleged to be the daughter of Peter and Maria Sarah (Yocum) Fischer in the original version of this history, but David points out that there is no evidence of any connection between Mrs. Gansel and this Fischer line. As related below, Mrs. Gansel's
two oldest siblings were baptized at Amityville, Berks Co., PA. The published Fisher genealogy [referenced further along in this note] contains
additional evidence that Mrs. Gansel does not descend from Joseph Fisher: the text of his last
will and testament, and also a photograph of the Joseph Fisher family register. His descendant, Peter Fisher,
is not connected to Mrs. Gansel either. All we know for sure about the estate of Peter Fisher is as follows:
Columbia County Orphans Court January 1839, #20
Petition for division of Peter Fisher’s estate
All children residing in Columbia County, PA (Peter was yeoman of Mifflin Twp.)
No Letters of Administration are recorded for Peter Fisher’s estate
You can learn more at The Genealogy of Joseph Fisher et al. Note that "Fisher" is the anglicized version of "Fischer" and is often used interchangeably. Any way, David comes down from Maria Sarah's brother, John Yocum, who married Mary MacIntyre (from which surname and family is named the historic MacIntyre Methodist Church building on Route 42 between Catawissa and Numidia in southern Columbia County, PA).
GANSEL FAMILY BACKGROND
This history is attributed to
Georgia Rose Becker Scholl. The source for that attribution is Beuna Miller Tomalino, granddaughter of Wanda Timbers Kuhn
[and namesake of Beuna Izola Timbers Robinson]. Beuna is a descendant of Gideon Gansel via Katie Margaret Scholl Timbers. We are grateful to
Georgia for the information provided here.
Her sources
were descendents of Grandpa Gansel’s brother and his uncle *.
* Editor's Note: In February 2014, we received the following message from Warren Gentzel, who is both a historian of
the Gensel/Gansel/Gentzel et al lines and a military historian. We appreciate his contribution to this historical context:
Actually, there were nine families who left Berks Co. in 1799 to claim there land which turned out to be Pickaway
County (county seat, Circleville). The Gensels thrived there as Pickaway Co. has some of the richest farm land in
Ohio. At one time, they owned over 2000 acres.
I'm decended from Samuel (Von Baron) Gensel (1790 - 1867). I have done much research on the Gensels and
am a Pickaway County historian as well as a military historian. My grandfather, The Rev. Charles Wolfgang
Gensel, told me at a very young age that his father Rueben (Von Baron) Gensel got mad at his brothers because
two of them had changed the spelling different ways, so Rueben changed it back to an earlier spelling: GENTZEL.
When I was a kid, my grandfather used to tell my sister and me about his father Rueben (1837 - 1922) who was a
recruiter in the Civil War. Also, he told us about his grandfather Samuel who was in the War of 1812. Then he told
us about his gr-grandfather Johann Adam who was in the Revolutionary War. We must have heard these stories
dozens of times.
If you would like to exchange information, I would be glad to do so.
Warren Gentzel
Circleville OH
February 2014
Ps: The Gensels, Gansels, Gentzels were a sect of Mennonites that were vegetarians. Maybe, this is why many
were healthy in there 90's and the oldest was 102.
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Jacob Gaenssel, son of Jacob Gaenssel was
married to Maria Elisabetha Pabst. (Whether or not there is any connection to
the blue ribbon beer I can’t say.)
Nothing else seems to be known about this couple except that they lived
in Bavaria, Germany and produced a son named Johann Valentin born February 18,
1739 in Bavaria. At the age of 19 years
this young man married Maria Catherina Petri, daughter of Ludwig Petri who may
have carried a shotgun, for records show that they were married February 5,
1758 in the province of Thaleischweiler, and were blessed with a son on July
23, 1758. This son was named Johann
Adam and he was born at Froschen, Thaleischweiler, Bavaria. (I just noticed that a daughter Maria
Elisabeth was born January 20, 1761,
and died November 26, 1761. So she could not have brought baskets as postulated
below. Could there have been 1 or more
unrecorded siblings?)
At
this point we may need to take another look at the Gansel family legend. So far there is precious little to go
on. Just a few bare facts on some
family record sheets. But, while
admitting that much must be pure conjecture, a careful look at those few facts
may give us a lead-in to the legend.
Perhaps Johann Valentin Gaenssel , whose impetuosity brought forth a son
in such a hurry was also the rather wild, high-spirited young man who shot the
king’s deer and had to flee, with his young family to America. Perhaps, they did, as some report, smuggle him
aboard ship in a barrel. The fact sheets
report no time or place of death nor place of burial for either Johann Valentin
or his wife, Maria. Yet they do record
that their son, Johann Adam, arrived in America in Nov, of 1763 on the ship,
Chance. This would have made him
arriving at the tender age of 5 years.
Even for the adventurous
Gansels, this would have been a little young to go adventuring off to
the new world all alone, yet, there seems to be no record of his parents in
America. So, can we conclude that the
parents did die in route, and that the children were bound out? Possibly there could have been at least one
more child by this time. Or, maybe only
the two, but the records also shows that Johann Adam was a weaver. Could he have been a basket weaver? Did Maria Elisabeth, another sister come one
day to buy baskets and in the course of conversation discover that they were
long lost brother and sister? Were
there other children who were never reunited? If children were bound out, would
it not be logical to leave any important family papers for safe keeping in a
church until the oldest, son was of age, or until there was need for them? So the church burned and connections with
the family in Germany also went up in smoke.
We may never know for sure, but it could be.
But
family legend or no, it is recorded that, Johann Adam changed the spelling of
his name to Gensell and was married to Philippana (or Phoebe Ann) Glassmeyer,
daughter of Johannes Peter Glassmeyer and his wife, Anna Catherina in either
1780 or 1781. She was born around
1760. Their children were: Margretta
Sarah , Dec. 7, 1782, Columbia Co., PA; Gideon, Aug. 28, 1786; Daniel, Sept.
24, 1788; and there seems to be some doubt as to whether Johannes, no birth
date, and Jacob, April 13, 1804 are the same family or not. If not, then a brother must have survived
somewhere. The first child was born in
Columbia Co., PA and Johann Adam died at Catawissa, Columbia Co., PA, March 14,
1848. So it is safe to assume that all the children were born in that co. Philippana died sometime between 1832 and
1848
Gideon Gensell became a farmer and was
married in 1812 to Catherina Fischer, born Feb. 5, 1792, daughter of Joseph
Fischer and Katherine Miregar. This
couple got busy and produced 10 children on their farm. Anna Philippina (Phoebe), Feb. 10, 1813;
Johannes, Feb. 15, 1817; Joseph, 1818 **; Obediah, April 28, 1820. All of the
above born at Catawissa, Columbia Co., PA.
Birthplaces are not listed for : David, no birth date., Samuel, March
10, 1824, Sarah, April 1, 1826; Rebecca, 1828; Peter, 1830 and Jacob,
1832. It is interesting to note that 3
of these children, Joseph, Sarah, and Rebecca all married people with the
surname of Michael and that Phoebe of the next generation also married Noah
Michael. Whether or not any of these were related, I can’t say.
** Editor's Note: See the comments from Larry Pardoe and a published biography of Joseph Gansel, further down this page.
Gideon Gensell died Oct. 24 of either
1846 or 48 and Catherine died May 5, 1862, just as the Civil War was
starting. Both are buried in the
Summerhill Cemetery near Berwick, PA.
The information concerning Gideon Gensell’s family was said to have been
taken from Gideon’s will and from a Bible belonging to Samuel’s wife. It seems most of the children dropped the 2nd
“l” from the family name, and Obediah changed the spelling to Gansel. Obediah was, of course, my great grandfather
of whom much is written on the following pages. He was married to Catherine Swank, daughter of Adrian and
Elizabeth Rough Swank on the 22nd of July, 1840 in Columbia Co. PA
Direct correspondence with H. A. Gensel
has brought out a few more facts. He
possesses a copy of the Gaenssel family tree in German. It has not yet been fully translated, but he
can read enough to know that many were teachers of Latin, a great many were
preachers, others were druggists, doctors, silversmith and weavers.
H.A. says that Johan Valentine did come
to America and he believes his son, Johann Adam was a weaver of rugs. He also believes that Johann Adam must have
had other brothers and perhaps sisters, for he has turned up too many Gensels
in that area. Johann Adam was also a
Revolutionary War veteran. H. A. sent
the copy of the copy of a record of gratuity pay, which I have inserted in this
story.
Of Johann’s
several children, Gideon was my generation’s great, great grandfather and
Daniel was H. A. Gensel’s direct ancestor.
Grandfather Obediah Gansel also had a
brother named Samuel who had a daughter named Frank Creveling Gensel who
married a man by the name of John Wright.
H. A. wonders if this was the origin of the song about “Frankie and
Johnnie were lovers”?
Obed Gansel’s
Obituary:
Died--At the
residence of his son, Dan, one month more would have completed his 93rd year.
Obed Gansel was born April 29, 1820. at Mifflinburg *, Penn. And was married Jan 2, 1840 to Catherine Swank. Seven of their nine children are living, one who is
Mrs. Charles Green of Cawker City. He came to Mitchell county in 1870,
homesteading on Granite Creek and donated a corner of his homestead for a
cemetery where his remains and those of his family are buried. A week ago he fell down stairs. breaking his
arm in three places and never rallied from the effects of it, though previous
to this he had been a matter of comment as to his activity.
(obit says 1893
but in 1913 paper)
* Editor's Note: Once again according to David Klees,
"Mifflinburg" probably means the present day Mifflinville, PA, where Interstate 80 crosses the east branch of the Susquehanna River. It was laid out in 1792 mid-way between Wilkes-Barre and Sunbury, figuring it would be the county seat when a new county was formed between the two towns. Columbia County was formed in 1813 with Danville as the county seat. Back then Mifflinville was known as Mifflinburg.
GRANDPA GANSEL
DEAD
With the death of Obed Gansel which occurred in Beloit at midnight last Sunday Mitchell county loses another of its pioneer settlers as well as one of the oldest and most respected citizens. To many of the Sentinel’s readers, Mr. Gansel will be remembered as the spry old gentleman who for many years made his home in the city but about four years ago moved to Beloit with his son Dan F. Gansel and family. He had for many years enjoyed the best of health and in conversing with his friends always asserted that he intended living to be one hundred years old. A few nights before his death he arose from bed and in some way wandered to the cellar stairway and fell to the basement, breaking an arm in three places. Medical aid was immediately called but on account of his advanced age little could be done to reduce the fracture and after a few days death relieved him of suffering. Grandpa Gansel was well known throughout this section, having homesteaded on Granite Creek in 1870. He had endured all the hardships of the pioneer life but even at the advanced age of 93 years he still retained that cheerful, hospitable manner so common to the older settlers. He had filled the various relations of life, as son, husband, father, brother and friend and filled them well.
Funeral services were conducted at the Christian church in this city Tuesday afternoon by Elder Cornish after which interment was made in the Granite Creek cemetery *.
Obed
Gansel was born April 29. 1820, at Mifflinburg, Columbia county, Pa., and
died at Beloit,
Kan., on March 16, 1913, aged 92 years, 10 months and 27 days. He
was married
January 2, 1840 to Catherine Swank, who passed away on January 2,
1902 on the
sixty-eighth anniversary of their marriage. To this union were born seven
daughters and two sons, of whom six daughters and one son are still
living. They are: Mesdames Amanda
Barrett, Emma Harris and Flora Eldred all of Colorado. Sarah Kinsley of
Pennsylvania; Melinda Green and George Scholl of this county and Dan Gansel of Beloit
with who he had made his home for several years and at whose home he passed
away.
* Editor's Note: In August 2009, Laurie (Biswell) Wentz contributed several photographs of Gansel family grave markers from the "Glenwood Cemetery" in Mitchell County, KS. When notified that the obituaries for the interred persons always referred to the "Granite Creek Cemetery", Laurie explained as follows:
When the state and/or county decided to build the Glen Elder/Waconda Lake Dam they took the portion of property that had been Obed Gansel and Conrad Wentz's properties, including the burying ground.
All bodies were removed to the Glenwood Cemetery for re-interment. Most (if not all) of the origional headstones were moved along with them.
Obed and Catherine (Swank) Gansel
Grave Markers
Glenwood Cemetery, Glen Elder, Mitchell County, KS
Courtesy of Laurie (Biswell) Wentz
More About OBED GANSEL:
Burial: Granite Creek
Cemetery
Census : 1850, Briar Creek
Columbia Co., PA
1860, Cherry Twp., Sullivan Co., PA
1870, Cherry Twp., Sullivan Co., PA
1900, Glen
Elder, Mitchell Co., KS
1910, Beloit, Mitchell Co., KS
PORTRAIT OF A PIONEER
By
Georgia Scholl
Becker
The Gansel Homestead in Kansas
Located on Oak Creek
Mitchell County, Kansas
Located on the Gansel Farm which occupied 160 acres east of Oak Creek and 60 more
acres to the west
Described in the newspaper article as solidly built of native limestone
A six room house with
three rooms each on two floors plus a cellar
Sold in 1891 to Kris and Catherine (Koster) and their family
Courtesy of Steve Richardson and the Cawker City Hesperian Historical Society
Original source: Cawker City Ledger, Cawker City, KS, March 18, 1865
Among the very first settlers to
homestead in the Cawker City area was the family of Obed Gansel. I have been unable to learn much of Obed’s
life in Pennsylvania where he spent fifty years, but evidently it was such that
he picked up knowledge and skills that were particularly suitable for the
pioneer life he lived herein Kansas. He
arrived in the fall of 1870, a big man, lean and muscular, I’ve been told. He was a farmer, a stone mason, a hunter and
woodsman. In addition to his own stone
farmhouse, he built a number of the old stone buildings in Cawker City,
including the drug store, which was the first real store building in the town,
the city hall, the Wm. Cribbs house and the Domino house as well as the old
butcher shop in Glen Elder. His hunting
skills not only provided his own family with meat, but he and his son, Dan
along with two sons-in-laws, Wm. Harris and Elisha Barrett, hired out as
hunters to provide meat for the surveying gang who were building a road across
the mountains. (It’s true they didn’t
become as famous as Buffalo Bill who hunted for the railroads, but then Buffalo
Bill had Ned Buntline to write about his exploits and Obed Gansel has only me,
and I’m a hundred years late.) Obed’s
grandson, Ferd Gansel of Hill City, has told me that even when he was in his
nineties, he could still chop wood with the best of them and throw an ax twenty
feet and make it stick into a tree. He
was said to be the strong, silent type, a good listener who said little but
looked you square in the eye when he did speak.
(more stories
about Obed Gansel in Georgia’s STORIES I’VE BEEN TOLD further down on the
Gansel history)
THE GREAT GRANDPARENTS
OBED GANSEL
I quote here from a letter from Ferd
Gansel which provided some rather extensive information about Obed Gansel.
“Grandpa was a big husky fellow, not
fat, there was little fat on that
man. When he was 92 or 93 years old, he
walked erect -- no limping. Even at
that ripe age, you could call him athletic.
When he talked to you, he looked you square in the eyes. He was inclined to be sort of on the quiet
side, never talked a lot -- a good listener, I would call him. He was inclined to be a little gruff at
times if Ott or I bothered him or got in his way when he was using an ax
cutting wood. He would tell us in a way
that never needed repeating. That voice
of his was something. And let me tell
you, he was a woodsman! That man could
throw an ax 20 feet and stick the blade in another tree and it stayed put. I never got to see him hunt or use a gun,
but my dad used to tell us boys about the hunting they used to do. Papa and Grandpa hired out with the surveying
gang that built the road across the mountains.
Their job was to keep the gang in meat.
As I remember, two of the son-in-laws, a Harris and a Barret, had
hunting jobs along with Papa and Grandpa.”
“Now I want to tell you something that
Ott and I never forgot about Grandpa.
Ott and I always liked cats and dogs, etc. So did all the girls of our family. On this day, Grandpa was busy splitting wood. We always had several old cats on the place,
and of course, cats have families.
These particular kittens were just at the cute age, you know, and we saw
Grandpa pick up one of these kittens and quicker that scat that little thing
was minus his head, jut behind the ears.
Evidently he didn’t like cats.
Ott and I used to see people stop in the middle of the river bridge in
Beloit, take a sack out of their vehicle and throw it in the river. We found that a lot of the time those sacks
had cats in them. We use to talk about
that, and we had to agree that even though we hated Grandpa for the way he treated
that kitten, we had to admit that Grandpa’s method of disposing of cats was
more humane than putting them in a tied sack and throwing them off the bridge
into the river.”
“Papa used to tell me that Grandpa had a
surgical lance that he brought with him from Dushore, PA. People used to come to him and have him
bleed them if they were sick. Papa had
that lance at home when we were kids, but I don’t know what happened to
it. It was an ugly little tool. It had a sharp blade that had a spring under
it. All he would do was hold the blade
against the artery on you inside elbow, flip a little trigger and the blood
would fly. Papa said it really did help folks, too, back then.”
This is interesting. Maybe his daughter, Rebecca, learned some of
the healing methods she used so effetely from her father, He certainly knew the
correct method to use to bring his son out of electrical shock caused by
lightening. See story under Dan Gansel
More About CATHERINE SWANK:
Burial: Granite Creek Cemetery
Catherine
Gansel Obituary:
1908 January 2
Grandma Gansel,
of Glen Elder who was buried last Saturday, was born in 1820
and married to
Obed Gansel Jan 2, 1908 on the 68th anniversary of their wedding
day. The remains were interred in Granite creek cemetery which was a part of
their homestead, and given by them to the cemetery company. Mr. Gansel broke his hip a few years ago but
is able to move about alone and is well for one of his age.
A Saint at Rest
One of the oldest and most earnest Christians
of this community, Mrs. Catharine Gansel, died at her home Thursday evening
January 2, 1908 being 87 years 11 months and 11 days of age. Mrs. Gansel whose maiden name was Catherine
Swank was born January 22, 1820 near Mifflinburg, Columbia county, Pennsylvania. She was married to Obed Gansel January 2,
1840 and to this union were born two sons and seven daughters. All are living but one son and one daughter
and with the husband and father to mourn their loss. Mr. And Mrs. Gansel settled in Kansas in an early day and lived
for several years on the homestead about four miles west of Glen Elder but for
many years have been living in Glen Elder.
Mrs. Gansel was converted in childhood and for many years has been a
member of the Methodist Episcopal branch of the Christian Church. For three or four years she has been almost
a constant sufferer and at times her suffering was very severe but her faith
never wavered and she waited without a murmur till Jesus should call her home.
She was very often found reading the Bible or at prayer. As long as she was able she was a constant
attendant upon the means of grace and loved to lead her children to
the house of
God. Nothing could please her more than
to see all her loved ones following Jesus.
When she washed her hands as she dipped them in the water she would
often say “Dear Jesus as I wash my hands so wash me and keep me clean.” The funeral service was conducted by her
pastor, the Rev. Templin at the home.
Children of OBED GANSEL and
CATHERINE SWANK are:
1. EMMA
NANCY GANSEL, born August 22, 1841, Pennsylvania.
2. MALINDA
GANSEL, born October 17, 1843, Dushore, Sullivan Co., PA; died November 19,
1942.
3. REBECCA
GANSEL, born April 03, 1846, Mifflinburg, Columbia Co., PA; died January 12,
1931, Mitchell Co., Kansas.
4. SARAH A.
GANSEL, born June 17, 1847; died 1935.
5. AMANDA
GANSEL, b. April 17, 1852, Pennsylvania.
6. ELLIS
WALDEN GANSEL, b. September 16, 1855; d. March 19, 1857, Berwick, Columbia Co.,
PA.
More About
ELLIS WALDEN GANSEL:
Burial:
Summerhill, Berwick, PA
7. PHOEBE GANSEL, b. October 17, 1858,
Pennsylvania.
8. DANIEL
FAIRCHILD GANSEL, born July 30, 1861, Dushore, Sullivan Co., PA; died March 13,
1959.
9. FLORA
MAY GANSEL, b. October 15, 1865; d. March 22, 1946.
MY
PIONEER GRANDMOTHER
REBECCA
GANSEL SCHOLL
by
Georgia
Scholl Becker
My grandmother
Rebecca Gansel, was born near Mifflinburg, PA on April 3, 1846, and the fifth
of the nine children of Obed and Catherine Gansel. She went to school and grew up in that region. As a young woman she worked as a “hired
girl” did some factory work and was a midwife’s helper, developing the skills
and independence she would need later as a Kansas pioneer. She was married on July 22, 1869, to a young
German immigrant named George Anthony Scholl. A son, Willie was born Nov. 25,
1870. In 1874 they came to Cawker City,
Kansas, to join Rebecca’s parents, brother and several sisters who had settled
there in 1870.
They took a
homestead on the Soloman River, near Waconda Springs, and her adventures as a
pioneer woman began. She told of coming
in from work in the fields and finding a huge snake tail lying across their bed
and its head up the open chimney hole of their dugout. The startled snake disappeared up the chimney
which was promptly plugged by my startled grandmother.
Early the
following year sorrow came with the death of little Willie, but within the year
another little boy and a little girl, the twins, Katie and Ernie, were born.
While they were
living on this homestead, Plains Indians from many tribes gathered at Waconda
Springs. They camped and pow-wowed for
many months. The white settlers were
uneasy, for Waconda was sacred to the Indians and Chief Spotted Tail had
boasted that he would return Waconda Springs to the Indians if he had to wade
blood to his knees to get it. It was
during this time that Rebecca had a couple of interesting adventures.
Rebecca
sometimes worked in her sister’s millinery shop in Cawker City. One day when she was alone in the shop, an
Indian couple came in. “Hat for squaw!”
the man demanded, pointing to the showcase.
When Rebecca asked if he had money, he simply repeated, more forcefully,
“Hat for squaw!” Rebecca, being a
spunky person, tried to explain that she did not own the store and could not
give away the hats, but he pointed again, this time with his tomahawk, and
demanded angrily, “Hat for squaw!”
Rebecca was wondering uneasily what to do next, when a neighbor passing
by saw the Indians in the store and, thinking there might be something amiss,
stepped inside. The Indian’s bravado
faded in the presence of a white man and he and his squaw quickly left.
Another time,
George had to be gone until very late one night and Rebecca was alone in the
dugout with the twin babies. She was
just wondering what she would do if Indians came, when there was a knock at the
door. Forgetting thoughts of Indians,
she jumped up, thankful that some neighbor was kind enough to look in on her,
and opened the door. There stood an
Indian! She must have been startled,
but she was never one to go to pieces, and the Indian made no move except to
hand her a piece of paper on which was written a few words saying his people
were hungry and did she have any dogs she did not want? Well, she had no spare dogs, but,
goodprovider that she was, she did have food.
Being the generous person that she was, she sent him away well loaded
with food. Fresh baked bread, I
believe, and butter, among other things.
A happy Indian left her place that night.
Rebecca’s
husband was a city man who knew nothing about farming, not even how to harness
a team. I doubt that he was ever really
happy with life on a Kansas homestead.
He was willing to work, but seemed unable to do anything without Rebecca’s
help and direction, so she put the twin babies in a basket and took them to the
field, leaving them at one end while she worked down the row and back.
Later they
moved to a homestead northwest of Glen Elder where another baby boy was
born. They named him George. He was my father. Here Rebecca spent the rest of her days.
The energy and
stamina of this woman must have been phenomenal. In addition to working alongside her husband in the fields, and
caring for her children, she was a great gardener, preserved large amounts of
food, sewed and tended the sick. She
was an excellent manager and even in hard times she always had food and
necessities for her family and she shared generously. No tramp or unfortunate was ever turned away. Neighbor women, during hard or times,
sometimes walked quite a distance in severe weather, carrying small children,
to visit her. The real reason they made
such an effort was that they were hungry and knew they would be offered food,
perhaps even a bit to take along home.
She was
considered an extra-ordinary cook. Her
only surviving nephew, Ferd Gansel of Hill City, has told me how they all so
enjoyed the wonderful Sundaydinners she used to prepare. We grandchildren looked forward to the
elegant birthday cakes she made and decorated with colored frosting, using a
toothpick in lieu of a cake decorator.
Probably most
would have agreed that her greatest contribution to the community was her
expertise in tending the sick. Her
healing skills were legendary.
People for miles around called for her to come in times of
sickness and to deliver babies. She
always went, even in the middle of the night, and came home and did her work
the next day. My father said it was
true that she knew a lot about remedies and ways of caring for the sick, but he
said she had other ways of healing that she didn’t talk much about. She prayed a lot and got results. He thought this was often her most effective
“medicine”.
Rebecca was a
most truly Christian woman who prayed often and studied her Bible
diligently. She really extended herself
to serve others. Her house was never
closed to those in need of shelter, nor did she let convention stand in the way
of a good deed. One bitterly cold night
when a blizzard was raging, they heard the drunken singing of a neighbor,
evidently lost driving in circles in their field. When George refused to go out into the fury of the storm to get
him, Rebecca dressed warmly and took a lantern, and over George’s protests,
went to rescue him herself, for, she
said, they couldn’t let him freeze. She
found him driving aimlessly aroundin his buggy, blissfully unaware of his
danger. She told him to move over, she
was going to drive. “Oh, no,” he
protested, “You mustn’t get in here with me! You’re a good woman. Think what people would say!” She told him it didn’t matter what people
said, he’d freeze if she didn’t get him out of the storm. She drove him to her house, put his horse in
her barn and put him to bed on her couch.
This remarkable
woman lived, loved and was loved for nearly 85 years.
The
Gansel Children-------insert
From
Georgia Scholl Becker
Sarah Gansel:
I have received, through Rebecca Green, a
letter from Helen (Fitzgerald)
Tourscher of
Dushore, PA. She is Sarah’s great-granddaughter.
She was able to tell
us that Sarah
married William F. Kinsley of Cherry Township, born 1845. He was a son of Charles Kinsley ** of
Cherry. He was a road commissioner for
6 years and eventually owned two farms.
They had four children: Emma who
married Frank Cox; Mary A. who married Charles Dieffenbach; and Allie who
married William Stiff (all these men were from Cherry), and Morris B. who lived
on one of his father’s farms. Allie had
at least two daughters, Lena, mother of Helen Tourscher who wrote the letter,
and Rebecca. Rebecca who often
corresponded with family member in Kansas and sometimes made visits to Kansas
(the last in 1951) was the subject of an interesting family story. It seems that while her mother, Allie was
carrying her before birth, a team she was driving ran away. She was frightened, but gamely pulled on the
reins, shouting “Whoa!” in an effort to control the team. I’m not sure if she finally got stopped, or
if someone came to here rescue and got them stopped. At any rate, when they were finally stopped, she sat gasping from
exertion and fright and could not speak until she had gasped and gotten her
wind back. When the child, Rebecca was
old enough to speak, she was never able to say a word without first gasping as
though out of breath, just as her mother did after the runaway. She must have been in her late 60’s when I
finally met her in 1950, and the speech impediment was still very much in
evidence. The family, of course,
believed that she had been “marked” before birth by her mother’s experience
with the runaway.
**Editor's Note: You can learn more about this family at Descendants of Charles Kinsley and Mary Bahr.
Flora
Gansel: Married
Jim Eldred. Their children were Jennie
Esther, Ruth, Linnie, Irwin and Leroy.
Ferd Gansel provided the following story about Jim Eldred. As mentioned , Jim was a drinking man, and
one day Ferd’s older brother, Obie and his cousin, Dan Michael (Phoebe’s boy)
were playing in their Uncle Jim’s barn and found his stash of whisky. Here is the story in Ferd’s own words. “Obie and Dan thought that the contents of
the bottle resembled urine, so they decided to find out how the two mixed and
then put the bottle back just like they found it. I guess Jim Eldred really found out how the mixture mixed and had
its effect on Uncle Jim’s appetite for the stuff.” (I am thinking he was surely
pleasantly surprised when he next went for a drink to find that the bottle was
fuller than he remembered leaving it.”
Melinda Gansel:
Her husband was Charles Green. Again I quote from one of Ferd Gansel’s
letters. “I can remember Aunt Melinda
pretty well, but I can barely remember Uncle Charley, but I can remember that
the folks told us kids that he had an orchard at their farm home that included
peach trees. One morning he picked some
peaches and loaded them in his spring wagon and took them to Cawker to
sell. On the way he picked up peaches
and ate them all the way to town. That
afternoon he became sick and died and they blamed his death on eating too many
peaches. Now I’m not telling this to be
funny, but it’s something a kid would always remember if he heard it.”
I’m very glad
Ferd did remember it. It’s an
interesting bit of family lore that would otherwise have been lost.
Generation No. 2
EMMA NANCY GANSEL was born August 22, 1841 in
Pennsylvania. She married WILLIAM
HARRIS, son of ? HARRIS and MARY ?. He
was born ca 1840 in Canada.
More About EMMA NANCY
GANSEL:
Census: 1880, Cawker,
Mitchell Co., KS
Occupation: 1880, Millinery
More About WILLIAM HARRIS:
Census: 1880, Cawker,
Mitchell Co., KS
Occupation: 1880, Coal
Dealer
Children of EMMA GANSEL and
WILLIAM HARRIS are:
1. WILLIAM
HARRIS, born ca 1872, Kansas.
More About
WILLIAM HARRIS:
Census: 1880,
Cawker, Mitchell Co., KS
2. JOHN
HARRIS, born ca 1875, Kansas.
More About
JOHN HARRIS:
Census: 1880,
Cawker, Mitchell Co., KS
3. SADIE
HARRIS, born ca 1877, Kansas.
More About
SADIE HARRIS:
Census: 1880,
Cawker, Mitchell Co., KS
Obituary:
Sadie M.
Gansel was born Dec. 23, 1894, at Glen Elder, Kansas to Daniel F. and Ourilla
Glitzke Gansel. She died at Mitchell Co. Community hospital, Beloit, Dec. 6,
1972 after an illness of five weeks.
She moved to
Beloit with her parents in 1909, graduating from Beloit High School in 1912.
She attended Business College in Kansas City.
Sadie was
Clerk of the Board of Education from Sept. 1916 to June 1917, she then helped
her father as secretary, while he was County Treasurer here. She was secretary in the Bell Abstract
office, secretary to Attorney Charles L. Kagey and secretary to her father
while he was Probate Judge.
She opened the Beloit Paint and Glass Co. with her father in
1920, and worked in the store for 43 years until her death.
She was preceded in death by her parents, two brothers Obie and Otto and a sister, Amanda Gansel.
Survivors
include her sister Mrs. Helene Wood,
Beloit: a brother Fred Gansel, Hill City; nieces and nephews, among which are
nephews, Dan Wood and Joe Gansel of Beloit and a niece Mrs. Martha Morton,
Concordia.
Funeral services were
held at 2 p.m. Friday, Dec. 8, 1972 at the McDonald Funeral Home with Rev.
Harold Holland officiating. Music was furnished by soloist Mrs. Helen Wessclowski.
Casket bearers
were Ron Albert, Bert, Joe, Frank and Richard Gansel and Dan Wood. Caring for
flowers were Mr. And Mrs. Jess Dameron and Mr. And Mrs. Doyle Myers.
Interment was in
the Glenwood cemetery, Glen Elder.
Sadie M. Gansel
Grave Marker
Glenwood Cemetery, Glen Elder, Mitchell County, KS
Courtesy of Laurie (Biswell) Wentz
MALINDA GANSEL ** was born October 17, 1843 in Dushore,
Sullivan Co., PA, and died November 19, 1942.
She married CHARLES W. GREEN October 01, 1872. He was born September 1849 in Ohio, and died before 1930 in
Kansas.
Notes for MALINDA GANSEL:
Cawker City
Ledger: 8 July 1937
Mrs. C. W.
Green
Mrs. C. W. Green is Cawker City's oldest
citizen and will reach her ninety-fourth year of age October 17 1937 and is
enjoying good health in her comfortable home in the fourth ward, her daughter,
Miss Eunice residing with her. The only
son, Albert lives one block from his mother.
Other daughters are Miss Katherine Green, instructor in the school at
Canon City, Colorado, Mrs. Chas. Woodbury, Abilene, Miss Ava Green, Spokane,
Washington.
Obed Gansel, Mrs. Green's father brought
his family to Kansas arriving at the place now known as Cawker City, November 8,
1870. They came as far as Solomon via
train and from there the family traveled in a covered wagon. Mr. Gansel brought his team from
Pennsylvania. When they arrived in
Cawker, they found one house and seven people.
The house was located on the lot now occupied by the Garrett Store and
was owned by Col. Cawker.
This house had been a saloon building in
Milwaukee and was of the Aladdin type, knocked down and ready to be put
together when shipped to its destination.
Main street and Pennsylvania Avenue
divided the land into four sections.
Cawker homesteader the northwest quarter, Huckell the northeast,
Kschinka the southwest and Mr. Rice took the southeast quarter. When Kschinka and Huckell went back to
Pennsylvania to get more people to come west they told them there were street
cars running in Cawker.
Mr. Gansel's homestead was the farm now
owned by the Pargett heirs. The Granite
Creek cemetery comprising four acres was donated by Mr. Gansel as a free
burying ground. Mrs. C. W. Green's
homestead was just northwest of her father's and across the creek. Mrs. Wm. Harris, another daughter of Mr.
Gansel's homestead the 160 acres just north of her father's land.
In order to draw public money it was
necessary to establish a school in this vicinity. This school was held in a dugout located at the crossroads at the
Granite Creek cemetery. It was in the bank at the southwest corner where the
north and south road crosses Highway No. 23.
Mrs. C. W. Green (Miss Melinda Gansel), wasthe first teacher of this
school. There were eighteen scholars and
as many books but no two books were alike.
Miss Malinda Gansel was married to
C. W. Green the following fall and Mrs. Martha L. Berry succeeded Mrs. Green as
teacher. the school term was a summer
session and lasted three months.
Indians occasionally called and ask for food but were friendly. There were no roads, only buffalo paths
leading to the Waconda Springs. the
prairie was covered with a variety of beautiful wild flowers but few trees were
on the river and creek banks. Wild
turkeys and buffalo were plentiful and provided meat for the pioneers.
One day Mrs. Jacob Margreiter, Sr., with
a child drove a spring wagon to town and started home late. There being no roads as guides she became
lost and homesteaders hearing her call went to her assistance. She stayed with them all night and the next
morning found her way home. the small
child is now Mrs. M. S. Mitchell.
Wm. Harris brother-in-law of Mrs. Green
built the first store building now occupied by the Smith Drug store, the city
hall, the Wm. Cribbs house and the Domino house. Mr. and Mrs. Wm. Harris operated a general store and Mrs. Harris
had the first millinery store in Cawker.
Mrs. Green was married in the Domino
house in the fourth ward.
D. F. Gansel of Beloit is a brother of
Mrs. Green.
Dies At Age of
99, the Cawker City Ledger chronicles the passing of one of Mitchell county's
oldest residents and a sister to Dan F. Gansel of Beloit, as follows;
Mrs. C. W. Green, Cawker City's oldest
citizen, died at her home here at 1:30 this morning. Mrs. Green was 99 years old last October 17.
Malinda Gansel was born in Dushore, Pennsylvania on October 17, 1843, a daughter of Obed Gansel. With her parents she came to what is now Cawker City, arriving here on November 8, 1870. At the time Cawker City consisted of one house, located where the Garrett store now stands and seven people Obed Gansel homestead the farm now owned by Harvey Pargertt.
On October 1, 1872, she was married to C.
W. Green of Cawker City. Mr. and Mrs.
Green were the parents of six children, five of whom survive their mother. They are Miss Eunice of the home; Albert of
Cawker City; Mrs. Ella Woodbury, Abilene, Miss Katherine, Codell, Kans.; and
Miss Ava of Spokane, Wash. Another
daughter, Mrs. Mabel Schumaker, proceeded her mother in death, Mr. Green has been dead for many years. Mrs. Green also is survived by 10
grandchildren and 11 great grandchildren.
Mrs. Green has been one of Cawker City's
venerable and beloved character for many years. Active and nimble witted to the end of her life, she has served
the community
as a storehouse of information regarding early day conditions, affairs and
personalities.
Funeral services will be held tomorrow
afternoon at 2 o'clock from the Presbyterian church, conducted by Rev. W. E.
Dysart. burial will be in the Granite
Creek cemetery the ground for which was contributed by Mrs. Green's father so
many years ago.
** Editor's Note: In January 2008, Bill Little wrote us about his own ancestors who accompanied the Gansel family with this Sullivan County migration to Kansas:
To show how very small this world is, PORTRAIT OF A PIONEER was written by Georgia Scholl Becker. Her father, George Scholl, bought my great grandfather's homestead, that of William J. Little, in 1907, in Glen Elder, KS. Obed Gansel also bought Conrad Wentz' homestead on Granite Creek, Cawker City, Mitchell Co., KS in December of 1885, when Scharlotte Mader/Morter Wentz had to sell a portion of the property, to settle Conrad's estate.
The land deed shows that "Charlotte Wentz, noted as a single woman, would sell her 1/10 interest of the undivided one half interest in the Conrad Wentz homestead property in Mitchell County, KS, eight acres more or less, to Obed and David Gansel, December 22, 1885 for $125.00." I imagine that Scharlotte Mader/Morter Wentz and Conrad Wentz both knew Obed Gansel and their family very well. It is a small world!
More About MALINDA GANSEL:
Census: 1880, Cawker,
Mitchell Co., KS
1900, Carr Creek, Mitchell Co., KS
More About CHARLES W. GREEN:
Census: 1880, Cawker, Mitchell
Co., KS
1900, Carr Creek, Mitchell Co., KS
1910, Carr Creek, Mitchell Co., KS
Occupation: 1910, Farmer
Children of MALINDA GANSEL
and CHARLES GREEN are:
1. ALBERT7
GREEN, born February 23, 1875, Kansas; died June 24, 1948.
2. ELLA B.
GREEN, born November 03, 1877, Cawker City, KS; died June 04, 1950, Cawker
City, KS.
3. EUNICE
GREEN, born February 1878.
More About
EUNICE GREEN:
Census: 1900,
Cawker, Mitchell Co., KS
Occupation:
1900, Dressmaker
4. KATHERINE GREEN, born April 1880, Kansas.
More About
KATHERINE GREEN:
Census: 1900,
Carr Creek, Mitchell Co., KS
5. MABEL
GREEN, born June 1882, Kansas.
6. AVA
GREEN, born August 1886, Kansas.
More About AVA
GREEN:
Census: 1900,
Carr Creek, Mitchell Co., KS
REBECCA GANSEL was born April 03, 1846 in Mifflinburg,
Columbia Co., PA, and died January 12, 1931 in Mitchell Co., Kansas. She married GEORGE ANTHONY SCHOLL July 22,
1869 in Dushore, Sullivan County, PA, son of THEODOR SCHOLL and CATHERINE GRIM,
daughter of John Grim. He was born
April 25, 1839 in Weilback Bavaria, and died June 18, 1915 in Glen Elder, KS.
This autobiography in Grandma
Scholl’s own hand was written at the request of her daughter, Katie. Katie’s
granddaughter Joan Kuhn Miller sent the
copy.
More About REBECCA GANSEL:
Burial: Glenwood Cemetery,
Elder Glen, Mitchell Co., Kansas
Census: 1870, Cherry Twp.,
Sullivan Co., PA
1880, Glen Elder,
Mitchell Co., KS
1900, Glen Elder,
Mitchell Co., KS
1920, Glen Elder,
Mitchell Co., KS
More About GEORGE ANTHONY
SCHOLL:
George Anthony’s mother died
when he was 14 and his father when he was 16.
He came to America in 1865 and received his Naturalization Papers June
14, 1872.
He was brought up a Roman
Catholic but left that after coming to America and joined the United Brethren
Church in 1885, the same time his children Katie and Ernest, at the age of 9,
joined.
Naturalization Paper of
George A. Scholl (Compliments of Katie
Scholl Timbers)
Census: 1880, Glen Elder,
Mitchell Co., KS
1900, Glen Elder, Mitchell Co., KS
Occupation: 1900, Farmer
GEORGE AND REBECCA
By Georgia Scholl Becker
While attending the 1985 Timbers-School
reunion, I visited with Hazel Timbers Wadham and Emma Timbers Starbuck,
daughters of George and Rebecca’s daughter, Katie Scholl Timbers. They recalled many visits to their
grandparent’s farm. They remembered
always being served bacon from the smokehouse for breakfast, and sometimes
ham. They recalled sitting on Grandpa’s
lap as little girls and remembered him as a kindly man. They spoke of spending
the night and of hearing Grandma, after she had retired to her bedroom for the
night, praying aloud. They remembered
the cookie jar that was never empty and the big living room situated between my
family’s quarters and those of the grandparents. My mother’s piano was there and they recalled glorious evening
when the large room would be full of family, friends and neighbors, all
gathered around the piano to sing.
Emma remembered a story her mother used
to tell about when she, Katie, was a young girl, perhaps 12 or so, her parents
went off to work in their fields left her to wash the dishes. They must have had company for the meal, for
it seems they were the good dishes and most of the entire set had been
used. She washed them with care, being
a careful and well trained girl, and set them on Grandma’s drop-leaf table,
(which, by the way, I still have).
Evidently the mechanism that holds up the leaf did not catch completely,
for just as she finished, the leaf dropped and all the dishes went smashing to
the floor! When George and Rebecca
returned, of course Katie was in a panic and tearfully, I’m sure, showed them
the wreckage. Instead of the scolding
she expected, her father kindly told he not to worry, but to dry her tears and
come along, they would simply go to town, (nearly five miles in a lumber wagon)
and buy new dishes. And the grateful
little girl passed the memory of her father’s kindness and understanding on,
years later, to her own children.
Both Emma and Hazel remember Grandpa as a
dressy man who carried a gold-headed cane.
They said he had worked in the textile and clothing mills in
Pennsylvania, and although he knew little about farming, he was knowledgeable
about fabrics and knew values and had a good business head, These things he passed on to their mother,
Katie. “Always”, he told her, “Buy the
best and take care of it and it will last.”
And he taught her to know which materials were the best. Years later, when she was a widow, raising
seven children and sewing for five daughters, she gratefully put this knowledge
to good use.
I believe I mentioned elsewhere in this
collection that Grandpa had once been struck by lightening, but I know no
details. The Timber sisters say that
this happened after they lived there on the family farm and that he was
seriously hurt and the Dr. (probably the renowned Doc Beadle) told him he would
die, but Grandpa looked him square in the eye and said, with all the
determination he could muster, “I will not die!” And he didn’t though I’ve heard my father say he was never again
as strong.
Hazel recalled
a clever story about Grandma. It seems
that one fall day she threw out some fruit peels, etc. That were the remains of
one of her sessions of jelly making.
The stuff was well fermented and the ducks or geese, I’m not sure which,
ate it in large enough quantities that they plucked them, (I assume just the down
from their breasts, which comes off easily and would be used for pillows.) Later, after they had slept off their
debauchery, she was surprised to find them waddling about, with heavy
hangovers, no doubt. With the chilly
time of the year upon them, the poor denuded things were quite uncomfortable
until the kind-hearted woman was filled with pity and sewed little jackets for
them to wear to keep out the cold until their feathers grew out again.
Children of REBECCA GANSEL
and GEORGE SCHOLL are:
1. WILLIAM
OBED SCHOLL, born May 25, 1870, Dushore, Sullivan Co., PA; died February 28,
1876, KS.
2. ERNEST
FRANKLIN SCHOLL, born November 09, 1876, Waconda Springs, KS; died 1948,
Kansas.
3. KATY
MARGARET SCHOLL, born November 09, 1876, Waconda Springs, KS; died April 29,
1961.
4. GEORGE
DAN SCHOLL, born January 22, 1882, Glen Elder, KS; died July 31, 1958.
SARAH A.GANSEL was born June
17, 1847, and died 1935. She married
WILLIAM F. KINSLEY ca 1866, son of CHARLES KINSLEY and MARY BAHR. He was born February 1848 in Sullivan Co.,
PA, and died April 20, 1914 in Cherry Twp., Sullivan Co., PA.
More About SARAH A. GANSEL:
The Sullivan
Review April 23, 1914
Wm. F. Kinsley
who had been in ill health for more than a year died at his home in Cherry
township at 9:35 p.m. on Monday, April 20 at the age of 69 years.
Funeral
services will be held at the home on Thursday afternoon at 2 o'clock with Rev.
W.H. Fehr officiating. Interment will be made in Bahr Hill Cemetery.
Mr. Kinsley was
born in Sullivan County, on the farm now occupied by his brother Jacob.
Sixty-nine
years ago last February he married Sarah Gansel and besides his wife, is
survived by four children: Mrs. Frank Cox, Mrs. C.M. Dieffenbach, Mrs. Wm.
Stiff and Morris Kinsley; also by two brothers and one sister; Jacob and Lewis
and Mrs. Clinton Dieffenbach, all of Cherry.
More About WILLIAM F.
KINSLEY:
Cemetery: Bahr Hill
Children of SARAH GANSEL and
WILLIAM KINSLEY are:
1. EMMA C.7
KINSLEY, born September 27, 1866, PA; died November 15, 1946.
2. MARY A.
KINSLEY, born October 30, 1868; died April 29, 1957.
3. ALLIE C.
KINSLEY, born October 20, 1874; died February 04, 1944.
4. MORRIS(MAURICE) B. KINSLEY, born July 03,
1876, PA; died September 08, 1940.
AMANDA GANSEL was born April 17, 1852 in Pennsylvania. She married ELISHA H. BARRETT.
He was born ca 1841 in Ohio.
More About AMANDA GANSEL:
Census: 1880, Glen
Elder, Mitchell Co., KS
More About ELISHA H.
BARRETT:
Census: 1880, Glen
Elder, Mitchell Co., KS
Occupation: 1880, Farmer
Children of AMANDA GANSEL
and ELISHA BARRETT are:
1. EDITH
BARRETT.
More About
EDITH BARRETT:
Burial:
Granite Creek Cemetery
2. MINNIE
A. BARRETT, born ca 1874, Kansas.
More About
MINNIE A. BARRETT:
Census: 1880,
Glen Elder, Mitchell Co., KS
3. GAYLORD
M. BARRETT, b. September 1877, Kansas.
More About
GAYLORD M. BARRETT:
Census: 1880,
Glen Elder, Mitchell Co., KS
1900, Carbon Co., WY- District
18
PHOEBE GANSEL was born October 17, 1858 in
Pennsylvania. She married NOAH
MICHAELS.
Notes for PHOEBE GANSEL:
Phoebe living with sister,
Emma, in 1880 census. Cawker, Mitchell Co., KS
Children of PHOEBE GANSEL
and NOAH MICHAELS are:
1. DANNY MICHAELS, born January 1883.
Notes for
DANNY MICHAELS:
Danny living
with his grandparents Obed & Katie Gansel on the 1900 census for Glen
Elder, Mitchell Co., KS.
2. FLORA
MICHAELS, born April 18, 1881, Iowa or Missouri; died October 1975, Colorado.
DANIEL FAIRCHILD GANSEL was born July 30, 1861 in Dushore,
Sullivan Co., PA, and died March 13, 1959.
He married OURILLA GLITZKE December 31, 1884, daughter of CHARLES
GLITZKE and HELENA HEINZ. She was born
November 1866 in Germany, and died December 31, 1951 in Kansas.
Notes for DANIEL FAIRCHILD
GANSEL:
Obituaries:
Dan F. Gansel, 97, died at his home
on West main Street this afternoon about 2 o'clock.
Survivors
include two daughters, Mrs. Helen Woods and Sadie Gansel both of Beloit, and a
son, Ferd Gansel of Hill City.
Funeral arrangements will be made by the
McDonald Funeral Home.
DANIEL FAIRCHILD
GANSEL
Daniel Fairchild Gansel was born at
Dushore, Pennsylvania, July 20, 1861 to Obed and Catherine Swank Gansel. In the fall of 1870 he came to Kansas with
his parents by train to Solomon, Kansas, then by covered wagon to Cawker
City. The first winter was spent at the
abandoned soldiers' camp west of Waconda Springs; and in the spring the family
moved to their homestead farm on Granite Creek.
On December 31, 1884 he was married to Ourilla Glitzke, and to
this union six children were born three living; Mrs. Helen Wood. Sadie Gansel,
and Ferd Gansel; and three deceased: Amanda, Obie and Otto Gansel. His father, mother and seven sisters are
also deceased. There are nine grandchildren
and 14 great grandchildren surviving.
Mr. Gansel moved
from the farm to Glen Elder where he served as postmaster; and for 26 years he
was in business in Glen Elder. He served as County Commissioner from that
district, and in 1909, having been elected County Treasurer, the family moved
to Beloit. Later, he served as Probate
Judge for three terms; and upon retiring from that office, he opened the Beloit
Paint and Glass Shop which he has operated for 28 years.
On
December 31, 1951, he was greatly bereaved by the death of his wife, but he was
always cheerful, never complained, and was always concerned for the welfare of
others. After three days illness he
departed this life on Friday, March 13, 1959 at 1:45 P.M. at the age of 97
years, 7 months and 13 days, leaving the priceless memories of a wonderful
father and the example of a long, industrious and honorable life well spent.
Funeral services were held in McDonald
Chapel, Monday, March 16 at 2 P.M. with Rev. Geo. Eller officiating. burial was in Granite Creek cemetery which
is on land given by Mr. Gansel for the cemetery.
Pall bearers were Joe Gansel, Dan Wood,
Richard Gansel, Bert Gansel, Robert Morton and Dwight Timbers.
Mrs. Vernon Pohlhammer sang "Just As I Am" and "O Love That Will Not Let Me Go" accompanied at the organ by Mrs. M. V. McDonald.
Flowers were cared for by Mrs. A. E.
Sapp.
More About DANIEL FAIRCHILD
GANSEL:
Burial: Granite Creek
Cemetery
Census: 1900, Glen Elder,
Mitchell Co., KS
1910, Beloit, Mitchell Co., KS
1920, Beloit, Mitchell Co., KS
1930, Beloit,
Mitchell Co., KS
SOME PIONEER WERE JUST BOYS
(THE BOYHOOD MEMORIES OF DAN GANSEL)
By
Georgia Scholl Becker
Dan Gansel was born near Dushore,
Pennsylvania, sometime in the year 1859, and that is all I know of his life
before he became a pioneer. I can well
imagine, however, the interest an eleven year old boy would have had in the
glowing accounts of former neighbors, just returned from high adventure on the
Kansas prairies to recruit settlers to their newly founded, but, according to
them, prosperous and thriving community of Cawker City. He must have listened with fascination as
his parents, Obed and Catherine Gansel, talked and discussed with friends the
pros and cons of what they had heard from these men. A boy his age would surely have been wild with excitement when
the decision was finally made--”We are going to go!” What anticipations, what dreams did he dream of the adventures he
would have in his new home in the “Wild West”?
We can only guess at Dan Gansel’s youthful
fantasies, but we do know that when the family arrived at Cawker City in
November of 1870, they found the prospect of having to hunt wild game for food
quite exciting.
The following year a nice stone house was
built on their homestead, and I’m sure Dan found that pioneer life was more
work than adventure. One task assigned
to him was herding the cows. One fine
day he had taken them to a sort of gully just west of Granite Creek and just
south of where highway 24 would someday run.
The north side sloped in gently, but there was a sharp embankment about
eight feet high to the south which would discourage the cows from leaving in
that direction. The animals were soon
preoccupied with the lush grass that
grew in the bottom of this small valley, and the boy settled down with his back
to a tall tree and was soon preoccupied with the dreams of boyhood. By and by an odd sound penetrated those
dreams, “Ugh--ugh--ugh.” It came from
above the embankment.
Still seated with his back to the tree,
the boy turned his head and raised his gaze to the top of the embankment. There stood three Indians! “I was sure scared,” He told his son many
years later, “but I stayed put, and directly those Indians must have had more
important business, for they ughed and grunted and left.”
One very hot summer day, about 5 or 6
o’clock in the evening, Dan and three of his sisters were sitting on the porch
on the south side of the stone house, trying, no doubt, to find a bit of relief
f from the Kansas heat, when a cloud came up in the west and soon the sky was
black and threatening. Peals of thunder
began to reverberate up and down Granite Creek. Terrible streaks of lightning filled the sky. Young Dan was standing with his right hand
on the porch post, watching the dramatic fury of the storm when a lightning
bolt struck that hand, burned a streak down across his body and blew the shoe
off his left foot. “I was just as dead
as I’ll ever be, if they’d left me alone.” he used to tell his children. Fortunately his father was a quick
thinker. He rushed to him, took out the
big jack knife he always carried, opened it and shoved the blade between his
teeth, prying his mouth open. He then
called the three girls to help and they all took turns giving mouth to mouth
resuscitation until the boy began to move.
Then his father bathed his head with cool water and he revived, but he
carried the scar across his body to the day he died.
During his pioneer boyhood, Dan learned
to work and take responsibility. He had
fun, too. He fished and learned to be
an excellent hunter, As a young man he
had his share of adventure, along with his father and brothers-in-law, as a
hunter for a surveying gang. He married
and raised a family. Eventually his
interests turned to politics. Somehow,
along the way he became an accomplished speaker and “stump spoke” for William
Jennings Bryan during the latter’s presidential campaign. I believe he held several elective offices
in Mitchell County. He held, for many
years, the office of Probate Judge in Mitchell County, in which capacity he was
highly respected for his wise and just decisions.
Children of DANIEL GANSEL
and OURILLA GLITZKE are:
1. HELENE
K. GANSEL, born May 27, 1886, Kansas; died December 21, 1984, Mitchell County,
KS.
2. AMANDA
GANSEL, born October 1888, Kansas; died November 23, 1918.
Amanda
Gansel's Obituary:
Miss Amanda Gansel, well known in this
community, died in Washington, D.C., last week of influenza. She was a daughter of Mr. and Mrs. D. F.
Gansel, of Beloit, and was a bright lady and loved and highly respected by
every acquaintance. The Gansels lived
in this city until a few years ago and Miss Amanda attended the city
schools. Her death will bring sorrow to
the hearts of her many friends
PIONEER WOMEN
(THEY BROUGHT US A LONG WAY, BABY
By
Georgia School
Becker
We hear a
great deal these days about women’s rights, equality for women, opportunities
for women, independence for women and so on.
I believe the foundation for all these were laid by the wives and
daughters of pioneers. Most of these
women worked beside husbands and brothers, shouldering responsibilities and
becoming strong and independent in order for families to survive on the
frontier. Also, most of the men who succeeded
in conquering the frontier were strong enough and secure enough in their
manhood to be able to allow their women a considerable amount of equality and
independence without feeling threatened as men. Consequently, our
western
states were the vanguard in granting suffrage to women.
I would like to present the stories of
two daughters of pioneers who, I think, exemplified the independence and
equality of achievement that some women found possible, even in a day when
women’s rights and equal opportunity laws had not yet entered the minds of our
legislators.
Amanda and Sadie
Gansel were the daughters of Dan Gansel, who had come to Kansas from
Pennsylvania at the age of eleven years with his parents, Obed and Catherine
Gansel, in 1870. As a father, he
encouraged his daughters to be independent and gave them freedom to compete and
achieve.
These young women
were both competent court reporters,
excellent
secretaries, knew Gregg Shorthand and were skilled at legal transcripts and
depositions. Mandy, with the
encouragement of her father, went on to become a lawyer, She did not attend college or law school,
but studied independently and passed the bar exam. Sometime between 1910 and 1912, the sisters went to Washington
D.C. where Amanda became head lawyer in the Adjutant General’s office under
Pres. Woodrow Wilson. She had some 200
or so lawyers working under her in this office. Mandy came down with the flu and passed away. Sadie had it, too, but not like Mandy. She managed to recover. (quoting
from one of Ferd Gansel’s letters) “I remember when Papa took the train
from Beloit to Washington D.C. to bring the girls home. It was a day trip. I remember the red tape
that papa had to be bothered with.
Mandy’s casket had to be sealed and it was never opened after they
arrived home. I have wondered a lot
about my dad and how he ever managed on that long trip. It took over a week, they had so much
government interference. Sadie was not
too well. I was always pretty proud of
my dad. We all were, and I want to tell
you we were sure glad when he arrived home.
We were saddened all over again when we heard that Mandy’s funeral was
entirely in the hands of the undertaker and subject of a Federal quarantine. That made our family’s grief and sadness
only worse, as Mandy’s funeral had to be held the very next day. She was buried in the family plot in Granite
Creek Cemetery.”
3. OBLE
GANSEL, born April 06, 1890, Glen Elder, Kansas; died March 24, 1942, Beloit,
Kansas.
4. SADIE M.
GANSEL, born December 23, 1894, Glen Elder, Kansas; died December 05, 1972,
Beloit, Kansas.
Notes for
SADIE M. GANSEL:
Never married.
Sadie
M. Gansel's Obituary:
Sadie M. Gansel was born Dec. 23, 1894 at
Glen Elder, Kansas to Daniel F and Ourilla Glitzke Gansel. she died at Mitchell
Co. Community hospital, Beloit, Dec. 5 1972 after an illness of five weeks.
She
moved to Beloit with her parents in 1909 graduating from Beloit High school in
1912. She attended Business College in
Kansas City.
Sadie was Clerk of the Board of Education
from Sept. 1916 to June, 1917, she then helped her father as secretary, while
he was County Treasurer here. She was secretary in the Bell Abstract office,
secretary to Attorney Charles L. Kagey and secretary to her father while he as
Probate Judge.
She opened the Beloit Paint and Glass Co.
with her father in 1929 and worked in the store for 43 years until her death.
She was preceded in death by her parents,
two brothers Obie and Otto and a sister, Amanda Gansel.
Survivors include her sister, Mrs. Helene
Wood, Beloit; a brother, Ferd Gansel, Hill City; nieces and nephews, among
which are two nephews, Dan Wood and Joe Gansel of Beloit and a niece Mrs.
Martha Morton, Concordia.
Funeral
services were held at 2 p.m., Friday, Dec. 8, 1972 at the McDonald Funeral Home
with Rev. Harold Holland officiating. Music was furnished by soloist, Mrs.
Helen Wessclowski.
Casket bearers were Ron Albert, Bert, Joe
Frank and Richard Gansel and Dan Wood. Caring for flowers were Mr. and Mrs.
Jess Dameron and Mr. and Mrs. Doyle Myers.
Interment was in the Glenwood cemetery,
Glen Elder.
5. FERDINAND
R. GANSEL, born February 1900, Kansas; died March 08, 1989, Hill City, Kansas.
6. OTTO A.
GANSEL, born January 26, 1903, Glen Elder, Kansas; died November 15, 1935,
Beloit, Kansas; married ESTHER SMITH, March 01, 1932; b. ca 1909, Kansas.
Notes for OTTO
GANSEL:
Otto
Gansel Funeral
The remains of Otto Gansel, who died on
Friday night, are resting at the home of his parents, Mr. and Mrs. Dan Gansel,
on West Main Street, until Tuesday afternoon.
The funeral cortege will leave the Gansel
home at 1:30 on Tuesday and go to Cawker City where funeral services will be
held at the Methodist church at 2:30.
Interment will be in the Granite Creek cemetery, east of Cawker City.
Otto
Gansel's obituary:
Otto
A. Gansel was born at Glen Elder, Kansas on January 26, 1903. In September 1909 he moved with his parents
to Beloit, Kansas, where he grew to young manhood. Here he completed his grade school and high school education
graduating in the class of 1921.
After his graduation he began working
for the People's Lumber Company in Beloit of which his brother Obie was the
manager. This work was especially interesting to him and became
his life's work. Soon he became manager
of the Hardman Lumber Company at Gaylord, Kansas, from which position he came
to Cawker City, Kansas to become the manager of Cawker City Lumber Company's
business which positions he was holding at the time of his death.
During his
school days, 'Ot' as he was called developed into a
handsome
well built young man, an outstanding athlete, a genial, extremely popular lad and all around good
fellow. Many of these traits he
carried over into later life. He was always friendly and genial in his
business relations, obliging and accommodating to all. After coming to Cawker
City Ot became acquainted with Miss Esther Smith who became his bride on March
1, 1932. After his marriage his chief
interest was the establishing of a home.
He was a loyal and devoted husband.
Ot always kept a place in his heart and
life for the home folks. His mother's
failing health was a special challenge to him and he often went to see her and
tried to make up for the ones who were too far away to come so often. His parents will miss him greatly.
He was subject to the yellow jaundice,
suffering from its attacks on different occasions. His uncomplaining attitude was perhaps carried to the extreme of
neglecting himself. A recurrence of
this malady was responsible for his untimely death at his parents' home in
Beloit on Friday evening, November 15. 1935, at the early age of thirty-two
years nine months and twenty days.
He is survived by his young widow, his aged parents, Mr. and Mrs. Dan Gansel of Beloit; two sisters, Mrs. Frank Wood and Miss Sadie Gansel of Beloit, Kansas, and Ferd Gansel of Hill City, Kansas; besides other more distant relatives and a host of friends, One sister, Amanda Gansel passed away on November 29, 1919.
"Swift to its close ebbs out life's little day;
Earth's joys grow dim, its gloves pass away:
Change and decay in all around I see--
O Thou who changest not, abide with me."
Funeral services were held from the
Cawker City Methodist Episcopal on Tuesday, November 19, 1935 at 2:30 p.m. in
charge of Rev. Lynn M. Canfield, pastor, and burial was made in the Granite
Creek cemetery.
Otto A. Gansel
Grave Marker
Glenwood Cemetery, Glen Elder, Mitchell County, KS
Courtesy of Laurie (Biswell) Wentz
More About
ESTHER SMITH:
Census: 1930,
Carr Creek, Mitchell Co., KS
FLORA MAY GANSEL was born October 15, 1865, and died
March 22, 1946. She married JAMES
ELDRED. He died 1953.
Children of FLORA GANSEL and
JAMES ELDRED are:
1. JENNY
ELDRED.
2. ESTHER
ELDRED.
3. RUTH
ELDRED.
4. LINNIE
ELDRED.
5. IRWIN
ELDRED.
6. LEROY
ELDRED.
Generation No. 3
ALBERT GREEN was born February 23, 1875 in Kansas,
and died June 24, 1948. He married RUTH
E. ? ca 1905. She was born ca 1879 in
Kansas.
More About ALBERT GREEN:
Census: 1900, Cawker,
Mitchell Co., KS
1910, Cawker,
Mitchell Co., KS
1920, Cawker, Mitchell Co., KS
1930, Cawker, Mitchell Co., KS
Occupation: 1900, Hardware
Salesman
1920, Plumber
Children of ALBERT GREEN and
RUTH ? are:
1. EUNICE
REBECCA GREEN, born ca 1907.
2. BERNICE
I. GREEN, born ca. 1909; married ? KEELER.
3. ROBERT
C. GREEN, born ca 1911.
More About
ROBERT C. GREEN:
Census: 1930,
Cawker, Mitchell Co., KS
Occupation:
1930, Salesman at Feed Store
4. EMMA
GREEN, born ca 1916.
5. ELIZABETH
GREEN, born ca 1923.
ELLA B. GREEN was born November 03, 1877 in Cawker
City, KS, and died June 04, 1950 in Cawker City, KS. She married CHARLES E. WOODBURY November 20, 1901. He was born ca 1878 in Vermont.
Notes for ELLA B. GREEN:
Ella B.
Woodbury
1950 June 4
Mrs. C. E.
Woodbury who has been in failing health some time and was confined to her bed
mostly during the past few weeks passed away Sunday at her home in the second
ward. Her ailing health had prevented
her taking part in outside act ivies.
She received her education in the Cawker schools and having lived most
of her life in Cawker City and vicinity her acquaintances and friends were
many.
Ella B. Green daughter of Charles W. and
Malinda Green was born November 3, 1877 at the homestead east of Cawker City
and departed this life June 4, 1950 at her home in Cawker City, age 72 years, 7
months and 1 day.
With the exception of 5 years near
Osborne, Kansas; seventeen years in Abilene, Kansas; her home was in or near
Cawker City.
At an early age she became a member of
the Presbyterian Church of which she was an active and faithful member the
remainder of her life.
On November 20, 1901, Ella was united in
marriage to Chas. E. Woodbury; to this union were born three daughters and one
son, Mrs. Ellis Clausen, Cawker City: Mrs. John Donaldson, San Francisco,
California; Mrs. Harold Weathers, San Leandro, Calif.; and Harry A. Woodbury,
Kirkwood , Missouri.
Preceding her in death were her mother ,
father, two brothers and two sisters.
At her death she leaves to mourn her
going, her husband, the children, six grandchildren and two great
grandchildren, two sisters, miss Katherine Green, Cawker City and Miss Ava
Green, Spokane, Washington; also nieces and nephews and a host of friends.
Funeral services were conducted Wednesday
at 2 o'clock P.M. at the Presbyterian church in charge of Rev. F. L. Courter,
Mrs. Ira Barleen and Mrs. Ralph Mitchell sand with Miss Benita Reed,
accompanist. Pall bearers were Fred
Lipke, Ernest Moxter, Ira Barleen, J. K. Margreiter, Claude Simpson and Fred
Hale. Burial was in the Granite Creek
cemetery, the graveside service being in charge of the Order of Eastern Star.
More About ELLA B. GREEN:
Census: 1900, Cawker,
Mitchell Co., KS
More About CHARLES E.
WOODBURY:
Census: 1910, Cawker Twp.,
Mitchell Co., KS
1920, Cawker Twp., Mitchell Co., KS
1930, Abilene, Dickinson Co., KS
Children of ELLA GREEN and
CHARLES WOODBURY are:
1. RUBY B.
WOODBURY, born ca 1903, Kansas; married ELLIS CLAUSEN, ca 1922; born January
27, 1901, Kansas; died July 1980, Cawker, Mitchell Co., KS.
More About
RUBY B. WOODBURY:
Census: 1930,
Carr Creek, Mitchell Co., KS
More About
ELLIS CLAUSEN:
Census: 1930,
Carr Creek, Mitchell Co., KS
2.
ALICE L. WOODBURY, born May 12, 1906, Kansas; died May 07, 1977, Sonoma
Co., CA; married JOHN DONALDSON.
3. RITA
WOODBURY, born ca 1913, Kansas; married HAROLD WEATHERS.
4. HARRY A.
WOODBURY, born December 01, 1914, Kansas; died June 24, 1998, St. Louis, MO;
married ELEANOR FONCANNON, February 18, 1939; born January 13, 1917, Kansas.
MABEL GREEN was born June 1882 in Kansas. She married J. W. SCHUMACKER. He was born ca 1882 in Kansas.
More About MABEL GREEN:
Census: 1900, Carr Creek,
Mitchell Co., KS
More About J. W. SCHUMACKER:
Census: 1910, Cawker Twp.,
Mitchell Co., KS
Children of MABEL GREEN and
J. SCHUMACKER are:
1. ALBERT
KEITH8 SCHUMACKER, born ca 1908, Kansas.
2. RICHARD
SCHUMACKER.
ERNEST FRANKLIN SCHOLL was born November 09, 1876 in Waconda
Springs, KS, and died 1948 in Kansas.
He married LUCY MAY MARZOLF February 14, 1914, daughter of GEORGE
MARZOLF and BETHSHEBA SAPP. She was
born April 20, 1892 in Glen Elder, KS, and died October 09, 1991 in Kansas.
More About ERNEST FRANKLIN
SCHOLL:
Burial: Glenwood Cemetery,
Elder Glen, Mitchell Co., Kansas
Census: 1900, Glen
Elder, Mitchell Co., KS
More About LUCY MAY MARZOLF:
Burial: Glenwood Cemetery,
Elder Glen, Mitchell Co., Kansas
Child of ERNEST SCHOLL and
LUCY MARZOLF is:
1. DORA
MARGARET SCHOLL, died 1977; married LELAND CLYDE COBLE, 1937.
KATY MARGARET SCHOLL was born November 09, 1876 in Waconda
Springs, KS, and died April 29, 1961.
She married DELBERT L. TIMBERS July 22, 1896 in Glen Elder, KS, son of
GEORGE TIMBERS and EMMA GILBERT. He was
born October 26, 1868 in VanWert Co., Ohio, and died December 19, 1918 in
Salina, KS.
More About KATY MARGARET
SCHOLL:
Census: 1900, Glen
Elder, Mitchell Co., KS
1910, Penn Twp., Osborne Co., KS
1920, Salina, Saline Co., KS
More About DELBERT L.
TIMBERS:
Census: 1900, Glen
Elder, Mitchell Co., KS
1910, Penn Twp., Osborne Co., KS
Delbert came to Beloit,
Kansas in 1871. He graduated from the
Agricultural College at Manhattan, Kansas in June 1894.
He was a school teacher for
9 years, then became a grocery man, going into business at Osborne, Kansas for
12 years. In 1916 the family moved to
Salina, Kansas, to a house at 1100 Highland.
Five months later he bought the family home at 1507 South Santa Fe.
Delbert died in 1918 during the Influenza epidemic, at the age
of 50. Lawrence was in the Army located
at Camp Funston, Kansas, Dwight was working on his Uncle George’s farm and
preparing to leave for the army soon, but the Armistice was signed before he
had to leave. Delbert had a $1,000
Insurance Policy which did not pay out, and $300 mortgage on the house.
Katie started working February 25, 1925 at the Amortization
Center while it was located at the corner of Santa Fe and North Streets and
later moved to Front St. She retired
from her work after 25 years.
Children of KATY SCHOLL and
DELBERT TIMBERS are:
1. LAWRENCE
TIMBERS, born May 1898, Kansas; married MARCELLA ?, ca 1923; born ca 1897,
Pennsylvania.
More About
LAWRENCE TIMBERS:
Census: 1900,
Glen Elder, Mitchell Co., KS
1910, Penn Twp., Osborne Co., KS
1930, Chicago, Cook Co., IL
Occupation:
1930, Salesman
Lawrence
graduated from Kansas Wesleyan University
More About MARCELLA
?:
Census: 1930,
Chicago, Cook Co., IL
2. DWIGHT
A. TIMBERS, born November 1899, Kansas; married ETHEL O. ?, ca 1922; born ca
1900, Kansas.
More About
DWIGHT A. TIMBERS:
Census: 1900,
Glen Elder, Mitchell Co., KS
1910, Penn Twp., Osborne Co., KS
1920, Glen Elder, Mitchell Co., KS
1930, Glen Elder, Mitchell Co., KS
More About
ETHEL O. ?:
Census: 1930,
Glen Elder, Mitchell Co., KS
3. WANDA E.
TIMBERS, born ca 1902, Kansas.
More About
WANDA E. TIMBERS:
Census: 1910,
Penn Twp., Osborne Co., KS
1920, Salina,
KS
4. EMMA
TIMBERS, born ca 1904, Kansas.
More About
EMMA TIMBERS:
Census: 1910,
Penn Twp., Osborne Co., KS
1920, Salina, KS
5. HAZEL
TIMBERS, born ca 1907, Kansas.
More About HAZEL
TIMBERS:
Census: 1910,
Penn Twp., Osborne Co., KS
1920, Salina, KS
6. OPAL
TIMBERS, born ca 1910, Kansas.
More About
OPAL TIMBERS:
Census: 1910,
Penn Twp., Osborne Co., KS
1920, Salina, KS
7. BEUNA
IZOLA TIMBERS, born ca 1911, Kansas; died July 31, 1979; married GILBERT
WILLIAM ROBINSON, May 12, 1936, Salina, KS; born February 13, 1911; died
February 23, 2004, Kansas. More About BEUNA IZOLA TIMBERS:
Census: 1920,
Salina, KS
Notes for
GILBERT WILLIAM ROBINSON:
Obituary:
Gilbert
William "Gib" Robinson, 93, Salina, died Monday, Feb. 23, 2004.
Mr.
Robinson was born Feb. 13, 1911, in Ada, the son of the late George Leonard and
Martha Luvenia Chambers Robinson. He graduated from Tescott High School and
Kansas Wesleyan University in Salina. He was well known for his athletic
accomplishments in football, basketball and track. He served as a lieutenant in
the U.S. Naval Reserve for three years during World War II. He retired as the
warehouse manager at The Lee Hardware Co., Salina. He taught and coached at
Ness City High School and came back to Salina and was an assistant football
coach at Kansas Wesleyan prior to working for International Harvester Co. He
then owned and operated the Gib Robinson Sporting Goods Store for several
years.
He
was a lifetime member of Veterans of Foreign Wars Post 1432, a member of the
U.S. Navy Armed Guard and the Kansas Wesleyan "W" Clan. He was an
inductee of the Kansas Wesleyan Athletic Hall of Fame. He was an avid hunter
and fisherman. He was a member of University United Methodist Church, Salina.
He
married Beuna Izola Timbers on May 12, 1936, in Salina. She died July 31, 1979.
He then married C. Louise Webb-Robinson on Feb. 13, 1980, in Salina. She died
on Jan. 21, 2003.
He
was preceded in death by a sister, Esther Robinson, in 1912.
Survivors
include a son, Steve W. Robinson and wife, Vicki of Salina; a grandson, Michael
W. Robinson of Salina; two stepdaughters, LaVonne Woody of Salina and Betty
Walter of Lincoln; a stepson, Richard Webb of Salina; seven step grandchildren;
23 step great-grandchildren; and eight step great-great-grandchildren.
A
memorial service will be at 2 p.m. Thursday at University United Methodist
Church, Salina, The Rev. Patty Brown-Barnett officiating. Internment will be at
a later date.
Memorials
may be made to the church, 1509 S. Santa Fe., Salina, or Athletic Department of
KWU, 100 E. Claflin, Salina, or Gib Robinson Scholarship Fund at Tescott High
School.
There
will be no visitation. The body was cremated.
Carlson-Ford-Geisendorf
Funeral Home, 500 S. Ohio, Salina 67401, is handling arrangements.
Condolences
may be sent to www.carlsonford.com.
GEORGE DAN SCHOLL was born January 22, 1882 in Glen
Elder, KS, and died July 31, 1958. He
married JENNY GOLDIE BROKAW June 09, 1909, daughter of MILTON BROKAW and
JENNIE. She was born March 25, 1887 in
Glen Elder, KS, and died November 04, 1980.
More About GEORGE DAN
SCHOLL:
Census: 1920, Glen
Elder, Mitchell Co., KS
1900, Glen Elder,
Mitchell Co., KS
Children of GEORGE SCHOLL
and JENNY BROKAW are:
1. GOLDIE
LA VERN8 SCHOLL, born ca 1911; m. HAROLD MERRILL.
2. ALBERT
ERNEST SCHOLL, born May 20, 1912, Glen Elder, KS; died October 1982, Beloit,
Mitchell Co., KS; married PARTHENE ROBERTA DUDLEY, August 06, 1939, Glen Elder,
KS; born September 23, 1915, Glen Elder, KS; died November 30, 1996, Glen
Elder, KS.
3. HOMER
DALE SCHOLL, born ca 1915; married HELEN ?.
4. JOHN
DWIGHT SCHOLL, born ca 1918.
5. GEORGIA
ROSE SCHOLL, married VIRGIL BECKER.
EMMA C. KINSLEY was born September 27, 1866 in PA, and died November 15,
1946. She married FRANK DAVID COX ca
1885, born March 12, 1863, son of JOHN COX and HANNAH HEPPLER. He was born March 12, 1863 in PA.
More About EMMA C. KINSLEY:
Cemetery: Fairview
Children of EMMA KINSLEY and
FRANK COX are:
1. FREDERICK
B. COX, born October 1886; died 1924.
More About
FREDERICK B. COX:
Cemetery:
Fairview
2. ALICE M.
COX, born April 02, 1890; died December 1952; married NEWTON SAXER; born 1885;
died 1966.
Notes for
ALICE M. COX:
The
Sullivan Review
January
1, 1953
Mrs.
Alice May Saxer, wife of Newton C. Saxer of Cherry township, died suddenly at
her home, Saturday evening of a heart attack.
Mrs.
Saxer was born in Cherry township, April 2nd, 1890 a daughter of the late Frank
and Emma Kinsley Cox.
She
is survived by her husband and a son William Saxer of South Williamsport, an
aunt, Mrs. Mary Kinsley Martin of Homer, N.Y. and a number of nieces, nephews
and cousins.
Funeral
services were held Tuesday afternoon from the Holcombe Funeral Home, with
further service in St. Paul’s Evangelical United Brethren church.
The
Rev. L. A. Fuhrman, pastor officiated. Interment in Fairview cemetery.
More About
NEWTON SAXER:
Cemetery:
Fairview, Dushore, Sullivan Co., PA
MARY A. KINSLEY was born October 30, 1868, and died
April 29, 1957. She married (1) CHARLES
M. DIEFFENBACH January 01, 1890, son of DANIEL DIEFFENBACH and LORETTA
ZANER. He was born December 17, 1866 in
PA, and died February 27, 1909. She
married (2) FREEMAN MARTIN November 16, 1918 in Towanda, Bradford Co., PA, son
of LEWIS MARTIN and SUSAN JACKSON. He
was born 1857, and died 1943.
Notes for MARY A. KINSLEY:
Mrs. Mary Ann
Martin, 88, formerly of Dushore, died Monday afternoon at the home of her
daughter, Mrs. Lulu Woodworth, of Homer, N.Y. She was born in Dushore Oct. 30,
1868, the daughter of William and Sarah Gansel Kinsley.
Mrs. Martin was
first married to Charles Dieffenbach. A
number of years after his passing she was united in marriage to the late
Freeman Martin.
She is survived
by two daughters, Mrs. Woodward and Mrs. Sarah Eberhardt, both of Homer; a
granddaughter and one great grandson.
Funeral serves
were held in Home on Wednesday and at the Holcombe Funeral Home, Dushore.
Thursday afternoon at 2 o'clock. The
Rev. Joseph Slusser officiated and burial was in Fairview cemetery.
More About MARY A. KINSLEY:
Census: 1900, Cherry,
Sullivan Co., PA
1920, Dushore, Sullivan Co., PA
1930, Dushore, Sullivan Co., PA
Notes for CHARLES M.
DIEFFENBACH:
The Sullivan
Review March 4, 1909
After an
illness lasting for one week, Charles M. Dieffenbach died at his home in Cherry
township, just outside of Dushore. Death was due to paralysis from brain fever.
He was taken ill on Friday, Feb. 19 and died Saturday Feb. 27 at the age of 42
years, 2 months and 10 days.
Mr. Dieffenbach
was born in Cherry township on Dec. 17, 1866. In his infancy he was baptized by
the Rev. Pines and during the spring of 1895 was confirmed in Zion's Evan.
Lutheran church by the Rev. J.W. Klingler.
The funeral
services were held at his late home Tuesday, March 2 at 1 o'clock p.m., Rev. A.
Bachofer preaching the sermon. The local lodge of Odd Fellows had full charge
of the services at the grave, of which deceased was a member. Interment was
made in Bahr Hill cemetery.
Deceased is
survived by his wife and 2 daughters, a father Emanuel Dieffenbach of Dushore,
2 brothers Harry of Cleveland, Ohio, Sylvester of Mildred and 2 sisters, Mrs.
Holmes O'Brien of Benton and Mrs. Fred Glover of Dushore.
(correction on
one of his brothers name should be Sylvellin not Sylvester)
More About CHARLES M.
DIEFFENBACH:
Census: 1900, Cherry,
Sullivan Co., PA
More About FREEMAN MARTIN:
Children of MARY KINSLEY and
CHARLES DIEFFENBACH are:
1. LULA E.
DIEFFENBACH, born March 1891; married (1) JOHN G. SCOUTON, JR., August 01,
1922; born 1892; died February 24, 1927; married (2) ? WOODWARD OR WOODWORTH,
After 1930.
Notes for LULA
E. DIEFFENBACH:
The
Sullivan Review
August
9, 1922
Miss
Lulu Dieffenbach and John G. Scouton, Jr. both of this place were married
Tuesday, August 1 at the parsonage of St. John’s Lutheran church in
Williamsport, by the pastor, Rev. A. W. Smith.
The
bride is a daughter of Mrs. Freeman Martin of Headley avenue and the groom is a
promising young lawyer and district attorney of Sullivan County, Both have many
friends who wish them a long life of happiness.
After
a short wedding trip they will reside in Dushore.
More About
LULA E. DIEFFENBACH:
Cemetery:
1900, Cherry, Sullivan Co., PA
Census: 1920,
Dushore, Sullivan Co., PA
1930, Cortland, Homer, NY
More About
JOHN G. SCOUTON, JR.:
Burial:
Fairview Cemetery
2. SARAH
CAROLINE DIEFFENBACH, born January 05, 1896, PA; died March 1979, Homer,
Cortland, NY; married JOHN EBERHARDT, ca 1922; born ca 1900, Virginia.
More About
SARAH CAROLINE DIEFFENBACH:
Census: 1900,
Cherry, Sullivan Co., PA
1920, Dushore, Sullivan Co., PA
1930, Homer, Cortland, NY
Social
Security Number: 128-38-0623
More About
JOHN EBERHARDT:
Census: 1930,
Homer, Cortland, NY
ALLIE C. KINSLEY was
born October 20, 1874, and died February 04, 1944. She married WILLIAM STIFF ca 1895, son of HENRY STIFF and LENA
HUFFMASTER. He was born April 23, 1865,
and died December 28, 1914.
More About ALLIE C. KINSLEY:
Cemetery: Fairview, Dushore,
Sullivan Co., PA
More About WILLIAM STIFF:
Cemetery: Fairview, Dushore,
Sullivan Co., PA
Children of ALLIE KINSLEY
and WILLIAM STIFF are:
1. REBECCA
STIFF, born February 1897; died 1977.
2. ADA
STIFF, born March 19, 1898; died September 20, 1922.
More About ADA
STIFF:
Cemetery:
Fairview
3. LENA A.
STIFF, m. JAMES FITZGERALD.
4. ZORA S.
STIFF, b. April 19, 1902; d. June 08, 1973; m. ERNEST YONKIN; b. July 14, 1897,
Cherry Twp., Sullivan Co., PA; d. September 12, 1984, Towanda, PA.
Notes
for ZORA S. STIFF:
No
children
The
Sullivan Review
June
14, 1973
Mrs. Zora S. Yonkin, 71, wife of Ernest Yonkin of Dushore, R.D. 1, died Friday, June 8, 1973.
Mrs.
Yonkin was born April 19, 1902 daughter of William and Alice Kinsley Stiff.
The
greater part of her life was spent in Cherry Township where she was known as a
kindly neighbor and a true friend.
She
was a member of Zion Lutheran Church of Dushore.
Surviving
besides her husband are two sisters, Miss Rebecca Stiff and Mrs. James (Lena)
Fitzgerald both of Dushore; five nieces and seven nephews.
Funeral services were held Tuesday at 2 P.M. at the McHenry Funeral Hoome, Dushore, with the Rev. Edgar Reed, her pastor, officiating.
Interment
was in Fairview Cemetery, Dushore.
Notes for
ERNEST YONKIN:
The
Sullivan Review
September
20, 1984
Ernest
Yonkin, 87, of Cherry Township, Dushore Rd, died Sept. 12, 1984, at Memorial
Hospital Towanda.
He
had been a resident of the Skilled Nursing Unit there, and before that he had
resided in Estella fro the last several years.
He
was born July 14, 1897, in Cherry Township, a son of Levi and Arrilla Wentzell
Yonkin.
A
lifetime resident to Sullivan County, he operated a dairy farm until he retired
several years ago.
He
was a member of the Redeemer United Church of Christ, Dushore.
His
wife, the former Zora Stiff died in 1973.
Surviving
are nieces and nephews.
Funeral
services were held Sept. 15, from the Russell P. McHenry Funeral Home, Dushore,
with Rev. Richard A. Reeser, pastor of Shepherd of the Hills Lutheran Church,
officiating. Interment was in Fairview Cemetery
MORRIS(MAURICE) B. KINSLEY was born July 03, 1876 in PA, and died
September 08, 1940. He married MARY
ELIZABETH GIBSON ca 1897, daughter of JOHN GIBSON and LOUISE ?. She was born December 27, 1879 in
Williamsport, PA, and died April 24, 1933 in Sayre, Bradford Co., PA.
More About MORRIS(MAURICE)
B. KINSLEY:
Cemetery: Fairview
Notes for MARY ELIZABETH
GIBSON:
The Sullivan
Review
May 3, 1933
(contributed)
Mrs. Mary
Elizabeth Gibson Kinsley, wife of Morris B. Kinsley of Cherry township, died
Monday, April 24, in the Packer hospital at Sayre, where she had been a patient
for the past 20 weeks, at the age of 53 years, 3 months and 27 days.
Mrs. Kinsley
was the child of the late Louise and John Gibson, and was born in Williamsport.
At the age of 15 years she moved with her mother to New Albany. She was united
in marriage on March 31st, 1897.
She is survived
by her husband, two sons and five daughters: Charles of Elmira; Mrs. John
Scheepsma of Attica; Mrs. Joseph Scheepsma of Elmira; Mrs. John Klabinski of
Syracuse; Mrs. Lynold Pelton of Rochester; Harry and Florence at home, and six
grandchildren. Also two step-sisters, Mrs. Lloyd Kinsley of Towanda and Mrs.
Arthur White of Ulster, and three step-brothers, Daniel, Frank and William
Henley.
The funeral was
held at the late home, Thursday, April 27th, with Rev. A.L. Smith of Mildred officiating.
The pallbearers were her two sons and four sons-in-law.
Burial in the
family plot in Fairview Cemetery.
Children of MORRIS(MAURICE)
KINSLEY and MARY GIBSON are:
1. CHARLES
F. KINSLEY, born February 1899.
2. HARRY E.
KINSLEY, born August 13, 1903; died November 18, 1977; married EVELDA
DIEFFENBACH; born 1908.
Notes for
HARRY E. KINSLEY:
November
23, 1977
Harry
E. Kinsley, 74, Sugar Hill, Dushore RD 1, died November 18, 1977, at Memorial
Hospital, Towanda.
He
was born August 13, 1903, in Cherry township, a son of Morris and Mary
Elizabeth Gibson Kinsley.
A
lifelong resident of Sullivan County, he was employed in the mines at Mildred
until his retirement. He was a member of the United Mine Workers.
Surviving
are a son, Morris A. Kinsley, Sr. of Dushore RD 1; a daughter, Mrs. Michael
(Margaret Sue) Pastusic of Mildred; four sisters, Mrs. Anita Silverstrim and
Mrs. Myrtle Scheepssoma of Elmira, Mrs. Margaret Klabinski of Syracuse and Mrs.
Florence McLaughlin of Binghamton; seven grandchildren; nine great-
grandchildren; numerous nieces and nephews.
Funeral
services were held November 19, at the Regina Tubach Homer Funeral Home,
Dushore, with the Rev. Edgar Reed, pastor of the Shepherd of the Hills Lutheran
Church, officiating.
Interment
was in the Fairview Cemetery, Dushore.
3. ANITA
KINSLEY.
4. MYRTLE
KINSLEY.
5. MARGARET
KINSLEY.
6. FLORENCE
KINSLEY.
FLORA MICHAELS was born April 18, 1881 in Iowa or
Missouri, and died October 1975 in Colorado.
She married CHARLES GLITZKE ca 1905, son of CHARLES GLITZKE and HELENA
HEINZ. He was born April 1875 in
Kansas.
More About FLORA MICHAELS:
Census: 1900, Glen
Elder, Mitchell Co., KS
1910, Glen Elder,
Mitchell Co., KS
1920, Hawkeye, Osborne Co., KS
More About CHARLES GLITZKE:
Census: 1910, Glen
Elder, Mitchell Co., KS
1920, Hawkeye, Osborne Co., KS
Child of FLORA MICHAELS and
CHARLES GLITZKE is:
CARLTON GLITZKE, born May 14, 1906, Kansas;
died February 1987, Colorado.
More About
CARLTON GLITZKE:
Census: 1910,
Glen Elder, Mitchell Co., KS
1920, Hawkeye, Osborne Co., KS
HELENE K. GANSEL was born May 27, 1886 in Kansas, died December 21, 1984 in Mitchell County,
KS. She married FRANK M. WOOD June 08,
1918 in Osborne, KS. He was born ca
1874 in Kansas, and died February 1940.
Notes for HELENE K. GANSEL:
HELENE K. WOOD'S Obituary
1984
Helen Katherine Wood was born 98 and 1/2 years ago on May
27, 1886 on a farm homesteaded by her family west of Glen Elder, Ks. She was the first of six children born to
Daniel F. and Ourilla Glitzke Gansel.
The children included Helene. Amanda, Obie, Sadie, Ferdinand and Otto.
Helene
attended rural country school near Glen Elder and went on to get a teaching
certificate so that she could be a teacher.
She taught school at Blue Hill and Tollies Rural Schools. She and her family moved to Beloit in 1908
when her father became the Mitchell County Treasurer. Helen started teaching in Beloit and was principal of the 2nd
ward "Rogers" School from 1908 to 1912.
On June 5,
1918 Helene married Frank M. Wood in Osborne, Ks., and they set up housekeeping
in the 800 block on N. Walnut, Beloit.
Soon afterwards they purchased a basement home at 602 N. Walnut, and
added an above ground story to the house.
There they became parents of a son Dan G. Wood,
In 1939, they
moved to the family farm 3 1/2 miles S.E. of Beloit. Her husband died in February 1940. they continued to live on the farm until 1943 when they returned
to their home on 602 N. Walnut in Beloit.
Helene was found of flowers and was often seen wearing a big straw hat
while she worked in her garden.
Helene enjoyed
good health until she was 96. Her
health began to fail but she continued to live at home until about two month
ago when she entered the Long Term Care of the Mitchell County Hospital,
Beloit. Here she died on Friday,
December 21, 1984.
In addition to
her husband, Frank, she was preceded in death by her parents, two sisters,
Amanda and Sadie Gansel, and two brothers, Otto and Obie Gansel.
She is survived by her son Dan G. Wood of Beloit, a
brother, Ferd Gansel and his wife Virginia of Hill City, Ks.; three nieces,
Martha Morton, Concordia; Jeannette Miller, Casper, Wyo.; and Phyllis Slocombe,
Peabody, Ks.; and four nephews, Alan Cafferty, Boise Idaho; Richard, Bert and
Frank Gansel, all of Hill City, Ks.
Rev. Bruce
Brigden conducted funeral services at 2:00 p.m. Monday, December 24, 1984, at
the McDonald Funeral Home. Music was furnished by Mrs. Mike Finney as soloist
and Mrs. Maurice McDonald as organist.
Casket Bearers
were Clarence Cole, James Reiter, Raymond Stein, Ron Tice, Bill Walter and
Raymond Worley.
Interment was made in the Elmwood
Cemetery.
More About HELENE K. GANSEL:
Census: 1920, Beloit,
Mitchell Co., KS
More About FRANK M. WOOD:
Census: 1920, Beloit,
Mitchell Co., KS
1930, Beloit, Mitchell Co., KS
Child of HELENE GANSEL and
FRANK WOOD is:
DAN G. WOOD, b. ca 1922, Kansas.
More About DAN
G. WOOD:
Census: 1930,
Beloit, Mitchell Co., KS
OBIE GANSEL was born April 06, 1890 in Glen Elder,
Kansas, and died March 24, 1942 in Beloit, Kansas. He married ERMA ELIZABETH FULLER June 25, 1914 in Kirwin,
Kansas. She was born 1895 in Kirwin,
KS, and died 1930.
Notes for OBIE GANSEL:
OBIE GANSEL
DIES THIS AFTERNOON
Obie Gansel, well known Beloit businessman
and sportsman, passed away at the home of his parents, Mr. and Mrs. Dan
Gansel;, early this afternoon. Obie had
been critically ill for many months but he put up a fight and his many friends
were hoping that he would recover.
For many years, he managed the Peoples
Lumber Co., and he was an active leader in Mitchell County's Wildlife
Protective Assn. The sympathy of the
entire community goes out to his children, Martha and Joe, to his parents, and
his brother Ferd of Hill City, and his sisters, Mrs. Frank Woods and Miss Sadie
Gansel of Beloit.
Obie was a member of Beloit school board
for years.
Obituary:
One of Beloit's best known and most liked
residents answered the final summons on Tuesday at 1:10p.m., when Obie Gansel
succumbed to the effects of an ailment with which he had been afflicted for
some time.
Obie Carl Gansel was born to D. F. and
Ourilla Gansel on April 6, 1890, at Glen Elder, Kansas, being aged 51 years, 11
months and 18 days at the time of his death at Beloit, Kansas, on March 24,
1942.
He attended school at Glen Elder, and
entered into sports and other activities of boys of his age and became one of
the outstanding young men of the county.
On June 25, 1914, he united in marriage at Kirwin, Kansas to Erma E.
Fuller. to this union three children
were born. One son, Richard E. and the
mother preceded him and he is survived by two children, Joseph Daniel Gansel
and Pearl Gansel, both of Beloit.
In 1918 the Gansel family moved to
Beloit, where he became manger of the Peoples Lumber Co., in which position he
has since served.
Obie Gansel was a man who commanded the
utmost respect of all who knew him. A
thorough and honest business man, friendly and jolly, working for what he
considered the best interests of the community, interest in clean sports and in
young people, serving as a member of the board of education his sterling
qualities made him many warm friends, all of whom are saddened at his untimely
passing and extend heartfelt sympathy to the bereaved ones.
Funeral services will he held on Friday
afternoon at 2:30 o'clock at the Methodist church, conducted by the Rev. Geo.
W. Eller, assisted by the Rev. Wm. Little, following a short service at the
home at 2 p.m.
Burial will be in the Granite Creek
cemetery near Cawker City.
Pallbearers will be: Calvin Colby, Carl
Hutton, Dan Freeman, Albert Rose, Jerry File and Ralph Coole.
Obie Carl Gansel
Grave Marker
Glenwood Cemetery, Glen Elder, Mitchell County, KS
Courtesy of Laurie (Biswell) Wentz
Erma Elizabeth (Fuller) Gansel
Grave Marker
Glenwood Cemetery, Glen Elder, Mitchell County, KS
Courtesy of Laurie (Biswell) Wentz
Children of OBIE GANSEL and
ERMA FULLER are:
1. JOSEPH
DANIEL8 GANSEL, born June 27, 1915, Calahan, Colorado; died
September 24, 1981, Beloit, Kansas.
Obituary:
Joseph Daniel Gansel was born June 27,
1915 in Calahan, Colo., the son of Obie C. and Irma Fuller Gansel. Death came unexpectedly on Thursday
afternoon, Sept. 24 1981 at the Mitchell County Hospital, Beloit, Kansas, Joe
was 66 years old.
Joe came to Beloit with is parents in
1918. He attended Rodgers Grade School
and graduated from Beloit High School in 1935.
Joe was a good football player and played on several championship
football teams for B.H.S. He entered
the U. S. Army on Jane 3, 1942, and served in the 1st Cavalry Unit as a
S-Sgt. Joe's duty was in the South
Pacific, and he was involved in several major battles. He received the Bronze Star, the Silver
Star, and was awarded the Purple Heart.
He was in the army unit that witnessed the signing of Japan's surrender
to General Douglas MacArthur on the USS Missouri in Tokyo Bay on Sept. 2, 1945.
Joe returned
to Beloit and began his work at the Beloit Paint & Glass Co. with his aunt,
Sadie Gansel. Joe never won an award
for an organized store, but his products and service were his products and
service were first class. He was
knowledgeable about his products and
considerate and (a word missing) always found in today's
businesses. He was a faithful Democrat
and enjoyed talking about politics. Not
only did Court Street lose a friend and business man, but the entire Beloit
community area lost a friend and will miss him.
Joe was a member of the American Legion
Post No. 57 and a life member of V. F. W. of Beloit.
He leaves a sister, Mrs. Martha Morton,
Concordia; an aunt Mrs. Helene Wood, Beloit; an uncle, Ferd R. Gansel, Hill City;
and other cousins among which is Dan Wood of Beloit. He was preceded in death by his parents and an infant brother,
Richard.
Funeral
services were held Monday, Sept. 28, at 2:00 p.m. at the McDonald Funeral
Home. officiating clergyman was Pastor
Bruce Brigden of the United Presbyterian Church. Music was furnished by Mrs. Helen Wesselowski, vocalist and Mrs.
Max Roberts, organist. Caring for
flowers were Mr. and Mrs. Doyle Myers.
Casket bearers were Orville Born, Frank
Davies, Jack Dunham, Elwood Park, Evan Park and Jim Reiter.
Interment was in Glenwood Cemetery, Glen
Elder.
Joeph Daniel Gansel
Grave Marker
Glenwood Cemetery, Glen Elder, Mitchell County, KS
Courtesy of Laurie (Biswell) Wentz
2. RICHARD
E. GANSEL, died in infancy.
3. MARTHA
PEARL GANSEL.
FERDINAND R. GANSEL was born February 1900 in Kansas, and
died March 08, 1989 in Hill City, Kansas. He married VIRGINA E. ? ca 1926.
She was born February 27, 1907 in Kansas, and died June 1992 in Hill
City, Kansas.
More About FERDINAND R.
GANSEL:
Census: 1930, Hill City,
Graham Co., Kansas
Occupation: 1930, Manager of
Lumber Yard
Children of FERDINAND GANSEL
and VIRGINA ? are:
1. VIRGINIA
M. GANSEL, born ca 1927, Kansas.
2. FERDINAND
R. GANSEL, born ca 1929, Kansas.
The following stories have
been submitted by family members:
STORIES
I’VE BEEN TOLD
Legends
and anecdotes of the Scholl-Gansel Family
By
Georgia
Scholl Becker
Introduction
Our family was,
in the past, fortunate enough to have been blessed with some great
story-tellers. Up until now, my chief
function has been to be a great listener.
As a child I soaked up family lore, chiefly from my grandmother and my
father, and also, having once become addicted, from anyone I could con to “tell
me a story”. for some years now, it has
been on my mind that “someone” should preserve these stories in order that the
generations to come should have some more intimate knowledge of the generations
that have been. Not just who they were
and when they were born and died, but what they did and thought and said and
how they reacted. Of course I hope that
this job would be tackled by some member of my generation whose memory, due to
an earlier birth date, would extend farther into the past than mine, but since
more than half of my generation has gone on to the great story telling circle
in the sky, and the past becomes a bit more misty with each passing, I begin to
get antsy enough about our family lore simply fading into oblivion with our
generation, that I have decided to get into gear and do something. I may not join the ranks of the great family
story-tellers, but at least I can record the stories I’ve been told.
Before I close this introduction, I want
to make it clear that I do not vouch for the truth or accuracy of any of these
stories. Great story tellers are often
noted for vivid imaginations and some of these stories already come in several
versions. Also, I heard many of these
tales at a very early age, and my age has now advanced to the point where some
of these early memories are as fuzzy as a Persian kitten, so the best I can do
is set them down as I remember that they were told to me.
If these stories stir the memories of any
who read them and you think of stories that could be added to these, please,
let me know. I’ve arranged this in
sections so that additions can easily (the
rest of the line is missing)
THE GANSEL FAMILY LEGEND
There are several versions of this
legend that has been handed down in the Gansel family for generations, It seems
the early Gansel were members of the German nobility and owned a large estate
somewhere in Germany. Some say there
was a castle, but be that as it may, a family member, some say the head of the
family, others say the son, got into trouble,
He killed a deer, by mistake, of course, from the royal herd which
roamed the king’s preserve near the Gansel lands--a serious offence in that time
and place. Those who claim the head of
the family as the offender say that the entire large family was forced to flee
and they left castle, lands or whatever and set sail for America, long before
the American Revolution. During the
voyage, an illness broke out aboard ship--smallpox plague or some such and the
parents died. Upon arrival in America there was no one to care for the
children, so they were bound out to different families and lost all trace of
each other. Many years later, one of the sons, who had become a basket maker,
was visiting with a woman customer and in the course of the conversation, they
discovered they were brother and sister.
Most say that the killer of the deer was a
son and that the entire family did not flee to America, only the young man (
Linnie Buller said he was 18 years old and was smuggled out in this family’s
household goods in a barrel) and that the entire family did not flee to
America, only the young man, and that the family of the story were either
family friends of the Gansel family in whose company the wayward son was sent
to America or else they befriended him aboard ship during the voyage.
The latter version seems most
likely to me, for there is also a further story that the young man brought with
him important family papers establishing his claim to the family estate. He left these in a church for safekeeping,
but the church burned, destroying all records.
This story was given me by Papa’s cousin, Linnie Buller, but far back in
my memory is a story told to me by Grandma and only dimly understood at the
time, about a young man who left his family papers in a church which burned and
how her family had tried to establish a right to a family fortune in Germany,
but could never get beyond the church fire, so it seemed there was nothing
anyone could do to prove the link between the American and German branches of
the family. However, shortly before
World War I the Family Legend was given a shot in the arm.
These are the stories I’ve been told
about this later development. Many of
the Gansel descendants in this country received letters from Germany stating
that a large estate in that country was waiting for heirs of the Gansel family
to claim it. Some believed the letters
to be a hoax, but Papa told me that one of the Gansels was a prominent woman
lawyer back east who investigated the claims and informed the family that the
estate was actually there, but so entangled in red tape that it would be
extremely costly to extricate it. Wanda
Timbers Kuhn told me she understood that German law decreed that money from
such an inheritance could not be taken out of the country, but must be spent
there. In those days Gansels didn’t
think it seemly to go skylarking off to Germany to spend up an inheritance
while their farms and stores etc. went to pot.
How unfortunate that I was born thirty years or so too late! Linnie
Buller told me that some did got to investigate and hopefully, I suppose, to
spend, but WWI broke out and they were never heard from again. Were they victims of the war, or did they
use the war as a smoke screen to disappear with the family fortune? Who knows!
As I said, I can’t swear to the
truth of any of this, but for sure, we Gansel descendants are here, and our
common ancestor who was responsible for putting us in this country was probably
a rather wild, high-sprinted young man who got into trouble and had to run and
lost his ID papers along with the family fortune, but somehow managed to get
his descendants scattered all over this US of A. Does that explain anything about us?
Oh, yes, for what it’s worth, the Gansel
family did have a coat of arms-- A Wild Boar’s Head, or so I’ve been told.
SCHOLL FAMILY
BACKGROUND
No “legend” was ever passed down to me
concerning the Scholl side of the family, however, I did acquire a bit if
interesting background from another person whose family name was School (no
known relation). Her information came
from a book called THE SCHOLL, SHOLL AND SKULL GENEALOGY by John William
School. (Is he a relative? His names
are right.)
The writer, attempted to find a meaning
for the family name, but though this is a common name in German, the meaning is
elusive. The family did have a coat of
arms, however, and on it is shown what appears to be three clods of earth or
ice. It is inferred from this that the
name of Scholl is actually derived from the German word “scholle”, which meant
something split off and was applied to broken masses of earth as clods, and to
masses of broken ice floating in streams.
In modern German it has a more general application as in the phrase, “an
der alten scholle hangen” which means to cling to one’s native land, or also in
the spiritual language “to cling to the earth with its delights” . So--are we a bunch of clods or a bunch of
hangers-on?
Also from this same book came the
information that the earliest Scholl they have recorded is a Casper Scholl who
was a goldsmith at Dinklesbuhl. His
son, also Casper, was graduated from Tubington University, August 16,
1581. The Scholls were such intimated
at the court of Ludwig, the Duke of Wurtenburg, that the Duke paid the expenses
of his graduation from Tubungen. Our
ancestors? All I can say is that they
were somewhere near the right part of Germany.
Wildbock, where Grandpa Scholl was born is fairly centrally located
between Dinklesbuhl, Tubungen and Frankfort (where Grandpa worked).
THE GREAT
GRANDPARENTS
Theodore Scholl
My father told me his name was George,
but the genealogical records show Theodore, so in my min I compromise with
George Theodore. His father, according
to the records was also Theodore, he
was born in Germany and died in 1855 in Bavaria, Germany. My father told me that he was the village
squire, a position of somewhat more
affluent then most of the villagers.
Catherine
Grim Scholl
The only thing
I have been told about this grandmother is in connection with a worn, gold
cross which was given to me by my father.
He had worn it on a watch fob.
He told me that his father had brought it with him from Germany and that
it had belonged to his father’s mother.
However, Aunt Katie saw me wearing it at Bernita’s wedding and insisted
that it was her mother’s cross, that she had often worn it. I wonder if Grandpa did not give it to her
to wear, but I think it likely, that it was actually his mother’s, for I know
it was in Papa’s possession long before grandma died. It is unlikely she would have given him her necklace, but a cross
belonging to his grandmother would have been given to him at the time Grandpa
died if not before.
The records show that Catherine was
born in Germany and died around 1853. Her father was John Grim.
The
Scholl Children
The Scholl great-grandparents had a
family of 5 sons and 2 daughters. As
yet, I’ve found no one who knows the names of the girls. One may have been named Margaret. It is known that one married a Mr. Warthing
and the other a Mr. Henning. The sons
were Frank, who remained in Germany, John, William and Phillip, who I’ve been
told, all came to America, and I believe the girls did, also, and George
Anthony who was our grandfather. Philip
Scholl’s family lived in Pennsylvania ** and there was some contact with them over
the years before Grandma died. One of
the brothers, but I do not know which, had two daughters, Hildegarde and
Anna. My mother and Grandma Scholl
corresponded with them from time to time.
Anna once sent our family a set of hard-rubber dominos which we used for
years until they burned in the fire. (I
still have the double one, which I fished out of the ashes.) they lived at Scranton, PA.
** Editor's Note: Phillip Scholl married Apollonia Roth, whose picture is shown at the top of this page. She was identified in this old photo by Jodie Miller, daughter of Wanda Timbers Kuhn (who is cited as a content provider to Georgia Scholl Becker). In January 2007, Joe Auriemma, of Phoenixville, PA, great-great-great grandson of Apollonia, sent us the following information about the Scholl family in Pennsylvania:
William Scholl [Source: Northeast PA biographies (circa 1897), which can be found in the Family History Library in Salt Lake City]:
Wayne county numbers among her best and most honored residents many who are of German birth or origin, and among these William Scholl, who during his life was regarded as one of the substantial and public-spirited men of Hawley, held a respected place.
Mr. Scholl was a native of Bavaria, Germany, born August 4, 1826, near Ammerbach, and was one of the eight children of Theodore Scholl, of whom we have the following record: Francis died at Hawley, Penn. Mary married Ernest Waddelinz and she and her husband both died at Hawley. Charles enlisted in the Union army during the Civil war, and was never heard from after he entered the service. Theresa, Mrs. Francis Hannig, died in Germany. Williams is the subject of this memoir. John is a shoemaker and lives in Germany. George is engaged in farming in Kansas. Philip lives in Scranton, Penn., where he is employed by the Pennsylvania board of health. The parents passed all their lives in the Fatherland.
In 1849 William Scholl came to try his fortune in America, and for one year after his arrival he lived at Honesdale, Penn., where he followed his trade, that of baker, thence coming to Hawley where he spent the remainder of his life. For a time, he worked at his trade with Mrs. Mary Schlager, his wife's sister, afterward renting the store for a year, and at the end of that period purchased the business, which he continued successfully up to his death on July 6, 1883. He managed his affairs with characteristic German thrift, and by industry and economy acquired a comfortable property and became one of the most respected members of the community in which he had settled. Strict honesty and a desire to please marked his dealings with all, and his custom increased yearly from the time he entered business. Mr. Scholl took a loyal interest in the welfare of his adopted town, but he was not an office-seeker and took no active part in public affairs, though he served faithfully as poormaster at Hawley. His political sympathies were with the Democratic party.
Mr. Scholl was married, at Honesdale, on June 29, 1851, to Miss Margaret Ferber, and their union was blessed with eleven children, of whom only four are living, namely: William, Margaret, Elizabeth, August, all four deceased; Lena, the wife of Edward Gardner, a blacksmith of Scranton, Penn.; Charles and Emma, deceased; Sophia, who married Ed Goldback, a shoemaker, of Hawley; George, living with his mother and employed in the silk mill; Peter, living with his mother; and Barbara, deceased. The family are Catholics in religious faith. Fraternally, Mr. Scholl belonged to the I.O.O.F.
Mrs. Margaret (Ferber) Scholl now makes her home above the store formerly kept by her husband, on the east side of Hawley, and at the age of seventy years is a bright, active and well-preserved woman, respected and loved by all who have the pleasure of her acquaintance. She proved a faithful helpmate to her husband in his business as well as in the home, doing her full share in accumulating the competence which she now enjoys, and it is hoped that she will still has many peaceful years before her. She was born October 8, 1827 in Baden, Germany, daughter of Jacob and Elizabeth (Sterra) Ferber. The mother died in 1843, at the age if forty-three, and in 1847 the father came to America, for the first six months after his arrival living in Greene county, Penn., with his daughter Mrs. Schlager. He then made his home in Honesdale for a while, subsequently lived in Hawley at different times, and spent his years among all his children in their various homes, dying November 23, 1889, at Hawley, while staying with his daughter, Mrs. Scholl. He was ninety-five years of age at the time of his death, which was due to an accident, he having fallen down stairs. His family consisted of six children, all of whom but Margaret and Barbara are now deceased, viz.: Elizabeth, wife of Anthony Hickman, who is also deceased; Jacob; Mary, wife of John Schlager, who is dead; Margaret, Mrs. Scholl; Abraham; and Barbara, widow of John Reif, residing at Honesdale.
Joe also provided additional gravesite information from the Hawley Cemetery in Hawley, PA:
SCHOLL William J. Scholl, Born Aug. 4, 1826, Died July 6, 1883. Side of stone: Maria Scholl, Born June 1, 1853. Died June 3, 1935. Elizabeth Scholl, Born Sept. 15, 1854. Died June 19, 1855. Side 3 of stone: Barbara Scholl, Born Oct. 9 [?19], 1865, Died March 8, 1866. Emma H.M. Scholl, Born Aug. 25, 1861, Died Dec. 3, 1874.
This cemetery was transcribed and posted by Joan Scholl Francis.
THE
GREAT GRANDPARENTS
Obed or Obediah Gansel
I’m not sure which is correct. I think Obed born April 29, 1820 in
Pennsylvania, his father was Gideon Gansel. Obediah, I’ve been told was an
unschooled stonemason. I understood he
could neither read nor write, but he could figure accurately in his head the
amount of materials needed to construct a building. I’ve been told he built or helped his son-in-law, William Harris
build, a number of the old stone buildings in Cawker City, including the drug
store (which was the first store building in Cawker City) the city hall, the
Wm. Cribbs House and the Domino House.
I’ve also been told he built the old butcher shop in Glen Elder. I’ve always understood he was a fairly
large, strong man. In fact, the Gansel men were usually
know for their strength. I heard
stories of one powerful Gansel who could lift almost unbelievable amounts. The story was that he once became aggravated
at a cow who would not go thru a gate and picked her and put her over the
fence. Homer says this was Uncle Dan’s
son, Otto. I’m not sure. Uncle Dan’s daughter wrote that Grandpa
Gansel often talked of an older brother, Joe, but that they never met him. **
** Editor's Note: In January 2007, Larry Pardoe, a prominent researcher on Sullivan County, PA families, reported the following information on the spelling of Obed
Gansel's name and also on his brother Joseph Gansel's family in the Sullivan County area. In fact, Larry states that he was able to make another connection for Joseph Gansel's daughter Sarah Matilda, who married John W. Sperry/Speary. The Speary family is another old "founding family" in Sullivan County, PA. We are grateful to Larry for these insights:
Catherine
Swank Gansel
Also born in
Pennsylvania, Jan. 22, 1820. Somewhere
I gathered the information that she had a brother, David, Helen Wood said, who lived at Coffeyville,
KS & came to visit several times. I
was told she was a small woman (though Laurence Timbers did not remember her as
being small, maybe because he was fairly small himself at the time). She spoke virtually no English and that very
broken.
Rufe Glitake was the source of the
following story, which indicated that she must have been pretty quick witted. He said Grandpa Gansel did enjoy a drink of
good whisky, but that Grandma did not
hold much with drinking and though she was small and he was big, and she was a
gentle, mild-mannered type, she usually had her way. Rufe, who was quite a hand for whisky himself, went to visit one
day and took Grandpa a gift of a gallon jug of whisky. Grandpa was delighted, but evidently a
little careless, for Grandma saw it and wanted to know what he thought he was
going to do with all the whisky. He said, “Oh, well, you know a little whisky
now and then is good medicine. You put
a little quinine in it and you know yourself there’s nothing better for
colds.” Being a clever woman, she said
no more, but the next time he felt the urge to take a good pull from his jugs, he
spat and sputtered and finally came up for air and demanded to know what had
happened to his whisky? Grandma just
smiled serenely and said, “Oh well, you know, Obed, like you said, add a little
quinine and whisky is the best medicine in the world.” She’d guanined the whole gallon!
The Gansels had
9 children and she was 45 years old when her youngest was born. My father told me that she felt it was a
disgrace to be having a baby at that age and was so depressed about it that she
refused to make any baby clothes or prepare at all for the coming baby. This child was several years younger than
the rest, so I assume she had thought her family was finished and disposed of
her baby things Finally her daughter,
Rebecca, our grandmother who was a young woman of 21 years at the time, made
clothes etc. and took care of the baby until her mother became reconciled.
Both Grandpa and Grandma Gansel smoked
clay pipes. Laurence Timbers remembered
going there as a child and they would be sitting by their stove smoking their
pipes. Her legs were swollen to huge
size from dropsy by that, he recalled.
In 1870 the Gansels became impressed with
the opportunities for land ownership on the Kansas frontier. They talked to Kschinka and Huckle who were
in Pennsylvania persuading people to come west and help populate their new town
of Cawker City. They were assured by
these promoters that Cawker City was a thriving town with streetcars
running. It sounded like a great place
to settle. The family came by train as
far Solomon, and there, I suppose the tracks ran out, for they came the rest of
the way by covered wagon, pulled by the fine team they had brought from
Pennsylvania. They arrived in Cawker
City Nov. 8, 1870 and found one house, which had been a saloon in Milwaukee,
being an Aladdin Type that could be knocked down.
The Gansels homestead was east of Cawker
City on the east side of Granite Creek.
I believe it is pretty much covered by Lake Waconda today. On this land he built a large stone house
which stood until it was cleared for the building of the dam. Obed Gansel also donated four acres of his
land as a cemetery on the condition that no one should ever have to pay for a
burial plot. This was Granite Creek
Cemetery. When Waconda Dam was built,
the graves were all moved to other locations.
Catherine died Jan. 12, 1908 at 88 years
of age. The severe dropsy suggests a
bad heart and I remember Papa saying she had many light strokes. He recalled that often when they went there
she would say, “Well, I had another stroke last night.”
Obed lived to be 95 years old and spent
his last years with his son, Dan and family in Beloit. He died March 16, 1915. Laurence T. said he died from blood
poisoning resulting from cutting himself while chopping wood, so he must have
seen pretty spry.
THE CHILDREN OF
OBED AND CATHERINE GANSEL
Obed and Catherine had nine children, 7
daughters and two sons. In what I
believe to be the order of their birth they were:
EMMA, who was
married to William Harris before the family moved to Kansas. Her husband seemed to be something of a
promoter and business man. They
operated a general store and she owned the first millinery store in Cawker. He also was involved with the various
buildings Grandpa Gansel built in Cawker.
They also homesteaded the 160 acres just north of her father’s land.
MALINDA, who
was unmarried when they came to Kansas, but old enough to homestead the land
northwest and across the creek from her father’s place. A school was soon needed and Malinda became
the first teacher of the Granite Creek School.
The school was a dugout just across the road from the Granite Creek
Cemetery. It was dug into a bank just
at the crossroads. Aunt Malinda told me
that there were 18 scholars and the only books they had were those the students
were able to bring from home. No two
books were alike. One little boy
brought the best he could find, a book with covers but all pages missing. They teased him that he was expecting to
have very easy work. (An odd coincidence---I, Georgia Scholl Becker taught one
of the last terms ever taught in that school district. Fortunately they had updated both the
building and the library). In Malinda’s
day, the school term was three months during the summer.
The following fall Malinda married
Charles Green and they must have lived on her homestead, for I’ve often been
told that their first baby is buried there on a hillside in a lost grave. It seems they did not mark the grave for fear
Indians might find it and molest it and by the time the cemetery was donated,
the little grave was lost.
Malinda lived out her life in or near
Cawker City where she raided a family of several children and lived-----(the rest of the sentence is not legible.)
When Malinda was 91 she broke her
hip. The doctor put her to bed in her
own home, set the hip and rigged it up with weights and pulleys as was the
custom in those days to insure proper healing.
When her son came to see her that evening she said, “Now Albert, I want
you to cut those ropes and get those weights off. They bother me and I don’t need them.” He protested that they were necessary, but she was quietly
adamant. She was a mild little old
lady, but she could be quite firm. He
finally convinced her to wait until the doctor came. He and the doctor talked it over and decided that since there was
little likelihood that she would survive the ordeal, it was cruel to make her
uncomfortable, so the weights came off.
In 6 weeks she walked briefly with a cane and got around well until her
hip gave way just shortly before she died.
At the age of 93 she made me a quilt which I still treasure.
Malinda’s daughter-in-law, Ruth Green is
the source of this story. When Malinda
was 95 or 96 (I forget which) a salesman came to Ruth’s house and on learning
her name was Green, he asked if she was related to the Mrs. Green who lived
across the way. Ruth said she was her
mother-in-law, and the man began to laugh.
He said he had never seen such a spry old lady. He said she had told him she was 95 (or 6 as
the case may be) but he was sure she was a maybe a little confused as she
couldn’t possibly be that old. Ruth
affirmed that indeed she was as old as she said. He was astonished. She
had been mowing the lawn and trimming the trees and working in the flower
beds. She told him she didn’t usually
get to do such things as her daughter, Eunice, who lived with her would not
allow it, but Eunice was given to severe headaches that put her completely out
of commission for two or three days at a time and when she had one of these,
then she, could do as she pleased and enjoy herself.
REBECCA, born
April 3, 1846. She was our
grandmother. Her story will be told in
a separate section.
SARAH. All I know about her is that she married
William Kinsley.
AMANDA. She was married to Elisha Barrett. When I was a very little girl, Grandma told
me over and over the story of Amanda’s little daughter, Edith. Probably she hoped to impress on me the
danger of playing with matches. When
Edie was about 3 years old, she and her two sisters found matches. Not wishing to be caught and no doubt lose
their treasure, they all went into the outdoor toilet. Somehow a fire was started and little Edie’s
clothes caught fire and she was terribly burned and died, not immediately, I
think, but after a day or so. It was,
of course, a very sad time for everyone, but Grandma always told me that just
before she died she told her mother not to cry, that it was beautiful “there”,
so many pretty flowers, and Jesus was there.
“Don’t cry, Mama, I’ll be so happy there.” It was many years before I realized that what Grandma was telling
me was an honest to goodness” death experience” where a dying person seems to
see into the “beyond” and describes things no one else can see. As a child I supposed she meant the child
tried to comfort her mother by parroting things she had heard. Edie Barrett was buried in the Granite Creek
Cemetery, and her grave moved to the Glen Elder Cemetery.
When I was in high school some of Papa’s
cousins from either Washington or Oregon visited us, and in the reminiscing,
Edie’s death was mentioned and one of the women said it was she who lit the
match.
ELLIS. I’m not sure exactly where Ellis belongs
chronologically in this list. In one
list I have him next after Grandma. I
only know for sure that he was younger than she was, for she used to tell me
how he walked in his sleep and would climb out the window in his sleep and walk
about on the roof. They were afraid to
wake him for fear he would fall, He
always got back safely, but he got in some dangerous places and gave them some
bad scares. Ellis died when he was a
boy. I don’t know what of or when, but
it was when they were still in Pennsylvania.
I think he may have been in his early teens.
PHOEBE. She
married Noah Michaels, had 2 children Danny and Flora, and died when they were
small. I believe Grandpa and Grandma
Gansel raised them. I never met him,
(Danny) but I remember Papa mentioning him often and he seemed to think pretty
highly of him. Flora married a Glitzke.
DANIEL, a fine
and respected man who was District Judge in Beloit for many years. He was married to Ourilla Glitzke. My father regarded him very highly. There was a strong physical resemblance
between Papa and Uncle Dan. My mother
told me that once there was a large family gathering at Uncle Dan’s house. Papa sat across the room from a mirror and
thought he was seeing himself in it, until Uncle Dan got up and walked away and
the mirror image went with him. Like Aunt Malinda, he lived to a great age and
was active and mentally alert. I think
he was 98 or so when he died. I
remember him in his 90’s at a family reunion in Glen Elder. I recall some young man offered to assist
him in getting around and was informed rather curtly that no help was needed.
FLORA, the
youngest, whose arrival so upset Catherine Gansel. Other than that I only know that she married James Eldred and in
my time they lived in Colorado. I
remember her coming to visit once or twice.
I believe, she, Linnie Buller whom I have quoted frequently as the
source of some of these stories, was her daughter as was Jennie Muck of Glen
Elder.
THE
GRANDPARENTS
George
Anthony Scholl
Grandpa Scholl was born in the village of
Wildbock, Bavaria, Germany on April 23, 1839.
His father was the Village Squire and seemed to be a little more than
average means. I was always told that
Grandpa had a better than average education for the time and place. He was educated by the priest, his family
being Catholic, and he knew Latin and spoke high German. His mother died when he was 14 and his
father when he was 16. I assume it was
sometime after this that he went to Frankfort on the Main to work in an
apothecary shop which was just across the street from a famous restaurant where
the royalty often came to dine, and I believe sometimes stopped in the shop for
one thing or another, perhaps something for their royal pains. Laurence Timbers told me that Grandpa told
him that one of his duties when he worked at the shop was to gather leeches
every evening from a pool out back of the shop for sale the next day. His method was to stick his bare foot in the
water until it got a sufficient number of leeches attached. Once he had a toothache so he put a leech on
his gum. When he woke in the morning
the leech was so swollen with blood that he could not close his mouth.
We all wound up in America, or so I was
always told, because our grandfather was a draft dodger. He left Germany at about 25 years of age to
escape the military service. Not only
that, but he left, according to cousin Linnie Buller and a couple of other
sources, as a stowaway. I believe this
is true, because in the dim reaches of my memory, I recall Grandma telling me,
when I was too small to understand what a stowaway was, something about Grandpa
hiding in or among some boxes on a ship and being very hungry and being very
frightened when they found him for he was sure they would kill him, but they
only insisted that he work, which he did most willingly.
He landed in New York and lived there for
a while, working in a tannery. (a few missing words from text) in the
tannery were mostly Irish Catholics and a very rough one tried several times to
kill him by such means as pushing him and running wheelbarrows at him in such
ways as to make it appear a work accident.
Aunt May says he fell or was pushed into a vat of tanning fluid. His health was not good after that.
Papa said these experiences with the
Irish Catholics initiated in him the belief that the Catholic Church in America
was different, somehow, and less good than the Catholic Church in Germany. At
any rate, he evidently did not stay long in New York, for eventually he
got to Pennsylvania and married our grandmother, Rebecca Gansel on July 22.
1874. At sometime he became a
naturalized citizen, but I do not know when or where.
I was always told that he was a nervous,
high-strung man and I deduce that he must have a somewhat adventurous nature to
have made his way as he did from Germany to Kansas. Aunt May pictured him a quick tempered and impatient and
nervous. She told me that Grandma told
her of a time when the twins were rolling some sort of toy between them on the
floor, possibly just a spool or something, and Grandpa suddenly got up and
snatched it from them and threw it in the fire. I suppose the noise was making him nervous. Aunt May also said that Grandma told her
that she did not leave him alone with the children.
Grandpa knew nothing about farming. He could not even harness a team. I understand he was a hard worker, but
always needed Grandma working beside him to give him direction. I gather he was not altogether happy with
life on a Kansas homestead. I was told
that he often remarked that in Germany he was someone, but here he was just
another dumb Dutchman. He was a city
man, and I think he never really felt at home on a pioneer farm.
My mother also spoke of his nervousness,
but she pictured him as refined and (a
line missing on this page) the floor at night with Goldie when she was a
baby and suffered so much with colic. Papa also told of his walking the six
miles or so from their farm north of Glen Elder on Christmas Eve (at least once
in a blinding snowstorm) in order to get a few Christmas treats for the children,
oranges, candy, nuts etc. and to attend midnight mass.
In my family the only ones of us children
able to remember Grandpa were Albert and Goldie. Oddly enough they each remembered only one thing and their
stories were nearly identical. They
both remembered him walking about the home place with them. Goldie walked beside him and he pulled
Albert in a little wagon and every little bit he would pull up on the wagon
tongue and dump Albert out. Neither
knew why, but Goldie remembered feeling unhappy that he was doing that to
Albert.
During his later years his health was bad
and I believe he has a very prolonged illness before he died. One story I often heard told about Grandpa’s
illnesses went this way. Grandpa was
suffering from a terrible pain in one side.
Grandma’s usually excellent remedies were of no avail so Dr. Beatle, the
frontier doctor who was a legend in his own time in that community, was
called. He came and began treating the
other side. Grandpa protested that he
was treating the wrong side, it was the other which pained him. Doc B. replied rather testily that he knew
where it hurt better than Grandpa said, and continued treating the same
side. Apparently he was right, the pain
went away.
I believe I also heard something about
his being stuck by lightening once.
Grandpa Scholl died June18, 1915 at age 76.
Rebecca
Gansel School
Rebecca Gansel was born at Mifflinburg,
Pennsylvania on April 3, 1846, but grew up in or near the little town of
Dushore, Penn. When I was small she
told me stories of how she walked through a woods on the way to school and was
sometimes terrified by the screaming of mountain lions, though she never saw
one. She said they sounded like a woman
screaming and made chills go up and down her spine. On the way to and from school the children often stopped to throw
stones into a “sink-hold” which was reputed to be bottomless for stones that
were thrown in could be heard going down and down, forever, I guess. She also told of a humiliating day at school
when one of the Kistner boys kept slyly making faces behind the teachers back
until finally grandma was unable to control her mirth and laughed out loud in
school. Of course she was punished for
it. (I wish I could recall the punishment).
She was terribly humiliated, for she strove always to be a very good
girl.
She also told me about a serious illness
she had when she was young. She had
ague, and suffered fever, chills and delirium.
She told of seeing crowds of shadowy “beings” with horrible faces who
kept screaming at her and she thought they were going to “get her”. I believe it was a long sick spell.
In her teens she often “worked out” as a
hired girl. At one place she worked for
a very unreasonable woman who verbally abused her in some way. It may be she accused her of stealing
something. Anyway, grandma quit (or
perhaps the woman ordered her off) but as she left she called back over her
shoulder, “You old sow!” This is the
only story I heard or the only incident I ever knew of in which she spoke
crossly to anyone, and when she told it, it seemed to cause her some shame.
Goldie said that as a young woman
she also worked as a midwife’s helper.
This may well be, for later, in the pioneer days of Kansas, she
delivered many babies. In fact she was
something of a legend herself as a nurse and healer. People for miles around called on her to come in times of
sickness (the rest of sentence is missing
from page) She had a large “Doctor
Book” full of home remedies for every illness known to man. She often was called on to assist Doc
Beatle, and she picked up a great deal from him, for she was an intelligent and
observant woman. All in all. I was told
she had great healing skill. She must
also have had a great deal of strength and energy for Papa told of people
coming in the middle of the night to ask her to come tend their sick, and she
always got up and went and came home and did her work the next day. He also said that although it was true she
knew a lot about remedies and ways of caring for the sick, she had other ways
of healing that she didn’t talk much about.
He meant she prayed a lot and got results. He thought this was often the most effective “medicine”.
She was a most truly Christian woman who prayed a lot and studied her Bible
diligently and was probably the most successful at actually living her religion
day by day of anyone I ever knew. Many
referred to her as saintly. He house
was always open to all the itinerate preachers, or for that matter, anyone in
need of shelter. She really extended
herself to serve others. One bitterly
cold night when a blizzard was raging, they heard the drunken singing of Joe
Winn, the neighborhood drunk. He was
evidently lost and driving in circles in the field north of their house. When Grandpa refused to go out into the
storm to get him, Grandma dressed warmly and took a lantern and went to the rescue him herself, over Gramp’s protest, for, she said, they couldn’t let me
freeze. She found him driving aimlessly
around in his buggy, blissfully unaware he was in danger of freezing. She stopped the horse and told him to move
over, she was going to drive. She told
me he said, “Oh, no, Mrs., Scholl you mustn’t get in here with me. You’re a
good woman. Think what people would say.”
She told him it didn’t matter what people said, he’d freeze if she
didn’t get him out of the storm, so she drove him to her house, put his horse
in her barn, and put him to bed on her couch.
My mother told me that Grandma told her
that once at night when she had been praying earnestly for some time, she saw a
vision of a gleaming, white robe. Almost a (rest
of sentence is missing from page).
She was also a person who enjoyed fun and
good times. She renounced as a cook and
loved to have company, and was famous for her birthday cakes (at least among
the grandchildren) She decorated them
with colored frosting applied with a took pick.
She also had a good sense of humor and
loved a good joke. She often told me of
buying gifts for John and Homer when they were very small. I think Homer’s was a train or fire engine,
and John’s was a little horse drawn wagon.
But on Christmas Eve (our family’s traditional gift opening time), she
took the toys out of their boxes and said, “I’m sorry I don’t have much money
any more, so I couldn’t buy presents for you boys, but here are these nice
boxes, maybe you can have fun playing with these. They took them unquestioningly and thank her and ran off happily
to play with their boxes. (I suppose if Grandma had given any of us a box of
rocks when we were little, we’d have thought they were wonderful). Anyway, after a time she brought out the
real gifts and of course they were delighted.
I just remember Grandma as the kindest
and dearest and best, but most of all I loved to sit on her lap and hear her
wonderful stories. She told of a little
girl “back in Pennsylvania” who was out playing alone and wandered off into a
field. When she didn’t come home, they
searched and found her body lying with no head. Later someone saw a huge snake with a large lump in this
middle. They killed the snake and cut
it open and found the child’s head. She
also told me pleasanter stories of trips to Scranton (I think with Grandpa)
where they saw glass blowers making wonderful vases etc. They also attended a marionette theater and
saw a play called THE BABES IN THE WOOD about two children who were lost in the
woods and they wandered about and finally lay down. I am no longer sure whether they died or were asleep, but the
birds came and covered them with leaves.
She also told me Bible stories, but the stories I liked best of all were
the stories about her little boy, Willie.
To my great delight, Grandma came to live
with us when I was in the 2nd grade. (part of next sentence missing)
day, but soon, to my great sorrow, she went to stay with Uncle Ernie and
Aunt May, and a few weeks later she died.
During her fairly short last illness Papa used to go and sit up with her
at night. At times she would get a
little out of her head, and I remember once he just had to laugh. She was very mad a Margaret (which in itself
was very unlike her) and when Papa asked her what Margaret had done she said
she had gotten into the cupboard and the greedy girl had eaten all her
coconut. Papa said, “Oh, well, Ma, you
probably won’t be using that coconut for anything anyway.” She thought that over and decided he was
probably right, it was just as well she ate it as it would probably have gotten
wormy anyway.
My mother told me that just before
Grandma died she sat up on bed and said “George!” Papa, who was sitting with
her thought she was calling him and said, “Yes Ma, what do you want”, but she
pushed him aside and looking straight ahead said, “George Anthony!”
Grandma was not superstitious in the
usual sense, but she did definitely believe that babies could be “marked”. She often told of a relative whose team ran
away. She fought hard to stop them and
someone finally helped and got them stopped, but she was so our of breath from
effort and fear that she had to pant and gasp for breath when she tried to
talk, and what do you know? The baby
she was carrying always had to pant and gasp before she could say anything. The child’s name was Rebecca Stiff, who was
Aunt Sarah Kinsley’s granddaughter, and I met her when she visited here some
years back, and sure enough, she did have the speech defect and she must have
been in her late 60’s then.
My father was a big eater, and Grandma said
she believed she’s marked him, for she could not get enough to eat before he
was born. She hated to go anywhere for
a meal she would eat until she was ashamed of herself.
She also told of a couple who worked for
a neighbor a few miles north of (the rest
of this sentence and part of next is missing)
been a real treasure, had thrown a dead snake in his wife’s lap as a
“joke” while she was pregnant, and she was delivered of a pair of
“snake-headed” twins. Evidently they
just let them die, but I was told this joker of a husband wanted her to nurse
them so they could sell them to a circus.
I’m fairly certain that the twins were a certain type of Down Syndrome
in which the back of the head is very flattened, jowls very full, and shin and
nose small, and the eyes, of course are very slanted. Anyway Grandma instructed all the young women of the family that
if anything unusual happened to them while they were pregnant, they must think
of their conditions and be careful not to touch themselves anywhere at the
time.
George and Rebecca
George Anthony School and Rebecca Gansel
were married July 22, 1869, probably at Dushore, Pennsylvania. Nov. 25, 1870 a son was born. They named him
William Obed. I’ve been told he was
always a frail child, much given to croup.
I think it may have been 3 or more years later that they came to
Kansas. They took a homestead near
Waconda Springs and built a dugout to live in.
I often heard Grandma tell about coming in after a day working in the
fields and finding a snake so long his tail was stretched across her bed and his
head went up the open (for summer, no doubt) chimney hole. The snake disappeared up the chimney and
they closed the chimney hole. While
they were living here, Willie died Feb. 28, 1876. Grandma said to me, “We felt very sad and we cried because he was
the only little boy we had.” They
buried him near their dugout. Later
after Grandpa Gansel gave the land for the Granite Creek Cemetery, he was moved
there. A fascinating family story was
that when they moved his casket, they thought it was unusually heavy for such a
small boy. The men moving it speculated
his body might have absorbed minerals from the wet river-bottom soil and turned
to stone. They wished to open the casket
and see, but Grandpa was there and they did not want to upset him, but it was a
source of family speculation until the graves were moved to Glen Elder before
the building of the dam. Homer says the
story was proven false at that time.
It was not too long, before another
little boy and little girl came to be a part of the family. The twins, Katie Margaret and Ernest
Franklin were born Nov. 9, 1876.
Grandpa was no farmer and seemed unable to do anything without Grandma,
who was great on the know-how, so she put the twin babies in a basket and took
them to the field with her. I’ve always
been told she always worked alongside Grandpa.
While they were living on this homestead,
Plains Indians from many different tribes gathered at Waconda Springs. They camped near the Spring and pow-wowed
for many months. I think nearly a
year. The white settlers were uneasy,
for Waconda (part of sentence missing) Indian
and it was well known that Chief Spotted Tail ha (part if sentence missing) to his knees to get it. Finally, after many months of this, the
Indians simply packed up and left one day, to the great relief of the
settlers. It was during this time that
Grandma had a couple of interesting adventures.
Sometimes during slack times on the farm,
Grandma worked in her sister Emma’s millinery shop in Cawker. One day when she was alone during the noon
hour an Indian man and woman came in “Hat for Squaw” the man demanded, pointing
to the showcase. When Grandma asked if
he had money, he simply repeated, more forcefully, “Hat for squaw!” Grandma tried to explain that she did not
own the store and could not give him a hat without pay, but he brandished a
tomahawk, and demanded again “Hat for squaw!”
Fortunately for Grandma a friend passing by noticed she was having
trouble and came into the shop, whereupon the Indians quickly left. I believe that man was a Woodbury, probably
the father of the Woodbury that married one of Aunt Malinda’s daughters.
Another time, Grandpa had to be gone, for
some reason that I don’t remember, until very late one night, and Grandma was
alone with the twin babies. She was
just wondering what she would do if Indians came, when there was a knock at the
door. Forgetting thoughts of Indians,
she jumped up, (thankful that some neighbor was kind enough to look in on her)
and opened the door! There stood an
Indian! I’m sure she was startled, but she was never one to go to pieces, and
the Indian made no move except to hand her a piece of paper on which was
written a few words saying his people were hungry and did she have any dogs she
did not want? Well, she had no spare
dogs, but being the thrifty type of person she was, she did have food, and
being the generous type of person she was, she sent him away well loaded with
food. If I recall correctly there was
fresh baked bread and butter among other things. A happy Indian left her
place that night.
For some reason that no one ever
explained to me, they were not too happy with the homestead near Waconda and
when a farmer they knew decided to give up his homestead northeast of Cawker,
they decided to “jump his claim” and moved to the farm where they spent the
rest of their lives. Whether the
two-room dugout was already room above ground which they used as a parlor. Later a kitchen and dining room above ground
were added and either them or later three bedrooms were built above these
rooms. When my father and mother were
married, another unit was added to the north of the large parlor which included
a kitchen, living room, two bedrooms and one partially finished and one
unfinished room upstairs. I don’t know
when the space between the two upstairs, over the large parlor was built
in. Maybe it was done first, but there
were three rooms there, making 16 rooms all from attic to basement. The house, as it finally stood had five
porches and five stairways. Grandpa and
Grandma moved into the new part and my parents lived in the old part and they
shared the dugout which had evolved into a basement.
When George and Rebecca were married, he
was a Catholic and she was a Protestant.
I was told that she said to him at the time, “You go to your church and
I’ll go to mine,” and that is what they
did. I never heard any stories of this
causing any problem. However, after
coming to Kansas attending church was difficult for Grandpa. Even after a Catholic Church was built at
Cawker, it was a long trip in those days to attend mass. Soon there were Protestant “meetings” in the
schoolhouse, and Grandma attended those and opened her home to the itinerate
preachers who came to hold meetings.
After a while Grappa went, too, feeling, I suppose that it was better
than no church at all. Also, it was
entertainment of sorts, which was scarcely enough, and an opportunity to
socialize. Also, I believe as the years
went by, he came to admire his wife’s strong Christian faith. My mother told me that one night for some
reason Grandma did not go to the meeting and Grandpa went alone and that night he “Went Forward” as the
expression was. She said Grandma told
her that he came home he said, “Well, Beccy, I’m one of you now.”
After moving to the new farm another son
was born on Jan. 22, 1882. They named
him George Fairchild. He was my father.
Grandma Scholl must have had unusual
stamina, for in addition to working alongside her husband in the fields she was
a great gardener, an extraordinary cook, she preserved food, sewed and tended
the sick and cared for her children.
Perhaps Grandpa was good help with these things, but if he was, no one
ever told me that. She was en excellent
manger, and even in hard times she always had food and necessities for her
family. And she always shared
generously. No tramp or unfortunate was
ever turned away. Papa told of hungry
neighbor women who, in hard times, would sometimes walk quite a distance in
severe weather carrying little kids to visit. But the real reasons they made
such an effort to come was that they were hungry and knew Grandma would offer
them food, and perhaps even give them a bit to take along home.
Mama said Grandpa and Grandma seemed to
get along well and were happy together, but John said that once Grandpa went to
the neighbors and came home drunk.
Grandma must have been in the barn when he got home, (probably doing the
chores), because John said she poked him in the rear with the pitchfork all the
way to the house and that seemed to end the drinking problem. So I guess they probably had their ups and
downs jut like the rest of us.
After Grandpa died, Grandma made a trip
to Pennsylvania and visited old friends and members of both their families.
I
remember Papa telling that one time they caught a gang of horsetheives who had
been raiding the area for some time.
Grandpa was drafted to serve on the firing squad along with several
other men. One of the thieves was a
young boy in his teens. There was
considerable feeling that the boy, due to his tender years and the probable
evil influence of the older men, should not be executed along with the rest,
but the sterner element of the community prevailed and he was given the death
sentence along with the rest. One
member of the firing squad was particularly bothered by this, but he carried
out the wishes of the majority.
Sometime later this man’s own teenage son died, and the man, a friend of
Grandpa’s, suffered greatly for the rest of his life, believing his must have
been the gun that killed the boy and his son’s death was his punishment. (I believe it was the custom to have only a
few of the guns loaded with live ammunition so that no one would know who the actual
executioners were.)
William
Obed (Willie)
Of all the stories Grandma told, this
ones about Willie were my favorites.
Willie had a dog, and if my memory serves me right the dog’s name was
Fido. They were great pals and raced
about together as boys and dogs do. He
must have been an inventive child, for he used to make a harness out of string
and hitch Fido to Grandma’s dustpan and drive the dog about the house. Grandma had a picture of a little boy
standing by a chair eating something from a bowl. A white dog sat nearby, looking beseechingly at the boy and the
caption said, “Give me some”. I though
it was a picture of Willie and Fido, but Grandma said no, it was a picture that
friends of theirs had given Willie before they left Pennsylvania because it
remind them of Willie and Fido. This
picture was given to me, and one of the great loses of my life was when it
burned. I believe they had to leave
Fido with friends in Pennsylvania because they could not bring him on the
train.
I don’t think anyone was ever quite sure
just why Willie died. He was a rather
sickly child and had terrible bouts of croup, but that doesn’t usually kill
children. I heard some story, but I’m pretty vague about it, about him playing
with some pennies that someone had given him and then part of them were missing
and they though maybe he’d swallowed them and they’d caused some sort of
reaction because his stomach area turned black after he died, but I seem to
recall that Papa did not take that seriously.
Laurence Timbers said that he heard that one day he said to his mother
“Tomorrow I am going to die”. She
assured him he would not, but he did.
The
twins, Katie Margaret and Earnest Franklin
The twins were born November 9, 1876, in
the dugout home near Waconda Spring.
I’ve been told they were taken to the field with their parents and left
at one end while their parents worked up and down the rows. I remember hearing
that once Ernie got into the sack of dried apples and really made a pig of
himself. In short while, they swelled in his stomach and he was very sick. Ernie, they told me was a sickly child and
Katie soon outgrew him and was much taller than he was until they were nearly
grown Eventually he grew and was 6 foot or more. Katie was undoubtedly the dominant
twin. I’ve heard hints that Grandma rather spoiled Ernie because he was sickly
and she feared he might not live long, (Remembering, no doubt, another sickly
little boy who did not live long .)
Katie
My father had great respect for his older
sister. He described her as a “real
Lady”, gentle, kind, well mannered, with a kind of quiet dignity. She married Delbert Timbers on July 22,
1896. He was a highly intelligent young
man who was teaching the neighborhood school, Washington District. He was noted as an excellent teacher in a
day when a one teacher school might have 40 or so students and during slack
times on the farms some of them would be strapping young men in their late
teens who attended school more as a diversion and to bait the teacher then from
any desire for learning. Delbert was
not a large man, but he was not to be fluffed and he was a strict
disciplinarian and soon had the school under control. He was my father’s teacher, and Papa always respected him and
said he was the best teacher ever in the area.
His strict discipline carried over into
his home life. I believe his son,
Laurence, told me his religion was strict Holy roller. It was this stern discipline ( some of words in this sentence are
missing)…… my parents. Dwight was a
high spirited boy and often ran a foul of this father’s strict discipline. The following story, in the words of
Laurence Timers, illustrated this:
“It was at Uncle Ernie-Aunt May’s
wedding. The minister was pronouncing
them man and wife. Dwight stuck his
thumbs in his ears, waved his hands and stuck his tongue out at Uncle
Ernie. It was such a funny situation
that I had to leave, too.”
My father, who had been a rather high
spirited young man himself, was more accepting, and Dwight spent as much time
as possible visiting at our farm, but finally he came to stay, and this is how
it came about, again in the words of his brother, Laurence:
“Dwight was either 14 or 15. It was a Sunday evening, Dad and Mother were
going home from church and taking the short cut across the school yard. Dwight,
another boy and two girls were sitting on the schoolhouse steps singing. Dad recognized his voice and went over and
said, ’Young man, you get for home.’ It
was mighty embarrassing for Dwight. He
ran home and when Dad and Mother
arrived home he was going out the front gate on his horse with a bag of
his clothes and never came back. A few
days later we got word that he was at Uncle George’s. That’s how it happened that he lived with your parents.”
I was always told that he arrived in the
night, stabled his horse and slept the night out on the hay where Papa found
him in the morning when he went to do chores.
Delbert and Katie had a family of 7, two
boys, Dwight and Laurence, and 5 girls, Wanda, Emma, Hazel, Opal and
Beuna. Delbert died sometime after WW I
leaving Katie with five young daughters to raise, the boys, by that time, being
already on their own. Since they were
making their home in Salina, KS at the time, Katie continued to live there the
rest of her life. In 1922 the
Americanization Center was opened in Salina in the heart of the Mexican
district. Although…..(some words missing from sentence)…ector of this institution and
worked hard teaching cooking, sewing, crafts, etc. distributing donated
clothing, located jobs, provided free lunches for children, and made calls to
Mexican homes. It was not entirely a
one way street however, for Katie learned to make tamales and other authentic
Mexican dishes from the Mexican women.
I was told that at first they were shy and reluctant to try to teach
“Mrs. Timbers” anything, but she told them she had taught them many things that
they were happy to know, now it was their turn to make her happy by teaching
her things that they knew and she did not.
They responded happily to this appeal and taught her a number of
things. She was a quiet, motherly,
dignified, but very warm person and was held in great respect by the people she
served.
She must have had two weeks or so vacation in the summer, for I’ve
been told of many summers when she and her girls came to Glen Elder for
extended summer visits with her mother, brothers and Dwight. This was before I can remember, but I grew
up hearing stories of the cousins’ adventures during these visits.
One of the favorite activities on these
visits was going to the creek to pick gooseberries. I’ve often been told of the time Mama, Aunt Katie and several of
the smaller children took off for Limestone Creek in a buggy pulled by a
venerable olf horse named Rastus. They
unhitched Rastus and tied him to a tree while they went off in search of the
delectable gooseberries. After several
hours of this prickly activity, and possibly picnicking, etc. They returned with well filled buckets, and
tired children to Rastus and the buggy to find that in their absence tragedy
had struck. Rastus, restless, no doubt,
with the long wait and perhaps pestered by flies, had tramped around the tree
until he became entangled in the rope and chocked himself to death. The two women loaded up the gooseberries and
the smaller children and pulled the buggy home themselves. I don’t believe I was born yet at this time,
but poor Rastus bones lay for many years scattered about under the tree and
were pointed out to me at an early age.
The story and the spot held great fascination for me and whenever I was
taken to the creek as a child I always wanted to “see Rastus’ bones”.
(First
part of this sentence is missing)…depression was upon us and neither family
had the means to travel often between Salina and Glen Elder, but I always loved
her because from time to time, for Easter or Christmas for my birthday, she
sent me a picture postcard. It was
almost the only mail I ever got, and I was always delighted with them. I treasured them so much that I still have
several among my special keepsakes.
Aunt Katie died April 29, 1961, at age 84
½.
Aunt Katie had her ears pierced and
always wore small gold earrings. I was
told that she had some problem with her eyes swelling when she was a girl and
the legendary Doc Beetle said to have her ears pierced and wear gold
earrings. She did, and the problem with
her eyes was solved. No one seemed to
know why. After we moved to Manhattan,
I once attended a class on acupuncture.
I was looking at a chart of various acupuncture points and suddenly I
burst out laughing. The acupuncture
point for eye problems was on the earlobe, just about where one would wear an
earring!
Ernest
Franklin
Ernie grew from a sickly, rather spoiled
child to a tall, lean, handsome man who was rather self-centered and somewhat
neurotic. He was something of a dandy,
dressed stylishly and was fond of nice jewelry--rings, stickpins, watch fobs
and the like. I’ve been told he was
given to fits of temper and moodiness.
I understand he sometimes threatened to kill himself, but Grandma would
cry and beg him not to do such a thing, which was, no doubt his main
objective--to get attention. During the
Spanish American Was he boasted loudly of his intentions of going to fight that
he was given the nickname “Spain”. He
never got around to going to the war, but the name stuck for the rest of his
life.
On February 14, 1914 he married Lucy May
Marzolf. May was a small but energetic
young woman with a great deal of know-how.
Her mother had died when she was 13 or 14 and she had taken over
responsibility for the household chores for her father, two younger sisters and
a baby brother. When she was in her
late teens a stepmother took over and decided the two older girls were old
enough to be on their own so May went to work as a domestic. From her home experience and being observant
and quick to learn new skills, May was soon in demand as a “hired girl”. I believe it was while she was working for
my parents in this capacity that she and Uncle Ernie met. In spite of the fact that they were married
on Valentine’s Day, the course of their marriage was not exactly smooth. May often told the story of Ernie’s
particular fondness for a certain dish which she tried to fix, but her efforts
were always met with the same comment, “It’s not as good as what Ma used to
make.” She asked Grandma for the
recipe--same comment; she asked her to
show her how to make it--same comment; finally in desperation, she asked
Grandma to make the dish, and she put it before him without comment. When he’d eaten, she casually asked how it
was--same comment! He was then told
that Ma did make that and maybe his taste wasn’t as discriminating as he thought.
Ernie and May had one child,
Margaret. Ernie had very definite political
likes (few words missing)-delights in
teaching baby to “call Wilson an old-son of-a-b---h”, but when he teased her
unmercifully and she applied the same name to him, he was not delighted.
Ernie was very handy with tools and had a
fine shop and all sorts of good tools which he always kept in very good
order. He kept the place in good
repair.
His threats to kill himself did not sent
Aunt May into tears. She simply told
him not to make a mess for her to have to clean up.
As long as I knew Uncle Ernie he never
had any teeth. I was told he wore them
only long enough to decided they hindered his tobacco chewing and put them in
the cupboard and that’s where he “wore them” from that time on.
Uncle Ernie sometimes worked at odd farm
jobs for the neighbors and particularly at harvest time he was in demand. At thrashing time he often ran the separator
and I heard it said that you couldn’t find a better separator man in the
country. He worked hard enough at these
jobs and was considered good help.
During my time, however, I remember him mostly lying on the old red
couch in their kitchen reading the papers or the Bible with a large magnifying
glass. He was not what you would call a
religious man, but he loved to argue either religion or politics. I remember him on Saturday nights in Glen
Elder in the days when all the farm families gathered in town on Sat. nights,
especially in summer, and milled around the square or congregated in the park
to visit and you could hear Uncle Ernie all around the square loudly
proclaiming his political views. His
favorite “soap box” was the steps of the olds building at the southeast corner
of the square. I believe it was a bank. He had a loud voice and when he got excited,
which was often, you could hear him all over town.
Like some of his forebears, Uncle Ernie
sometimes liked a drink of whisky. Like
the wives of those same forebears, Aunt May did not favor too much of this. She told me about the time some of his
friends came and drank down in the barn more than she thought necessary and
later she knew there was a bottle hidden in the barn. She found it and doctored it with kerosene. Uncle Ernie never did
figure out what made it taste so bad.
She was very good at outwitting him.
One keepsake that (words missing) ….
her “mad money” from Uncle Ernie, pushing it deep into the velvet crease for
rings.
I should mention that as he got older,
Uncle Ernie bore a striking resemblance to Abraham Lincoln before Lincoln grew
a beard. One day when Ann Merrill was a
very little girl, probably 3 years old, she was at our house and found a
beardless picture of Abe. She picked it
up, looked at it a minute, and exclaimed in surprise, “Why. Here’s Uncle
Ernie!”
There was no getting around the fact that
Uncle Ernie was stubborn and “bull-headed”.
He could also be downright unreasonable. When Margaret finished grade school in the Washington district
school, he refused to allow her to attend high school. He wasn’t going to let her go down there and
wh--- around with that bunch at the high school. So she attended Washington another year, then stayed home a year
and finally decided she was old enough to defy him. She told him she was going and she went. He stormed around, but really did nothing to
stop her. She made friends, did well
scholastically, and graduated. About
this time she met Leland Coble and decided to marry him. Uncle Ernie hit the ceiling and came down
all spattered out. Lee was 19 years
older than Margaret, which didn’t bother Ernie too much, (he was 16 years older
than May) but he had been married before, was divorced, and the greatest
disgrace, he had a brief nervous breakdown after the divorce. Also he was distantly related to a family
who had some children who were not very bright, and Uncle Ernie was not about
to have “a bunch of half-witted grandkids”, so Margaret could not marry Lee and
if she did he would disinherit her!
Well, needless to say, they did get married and Uncle Ernie did disinherit
her. He made a will and left all his
property to my brothers, and forbade Margaret and her husband to set foot on
the place. The will, of course, was not
valid, for Uncle Ernie would not listen to the banker who made it out for him.
During his last years, Uncle Ernie no
longer worked in harvest, he spent more and more time on the red couch and grew
weaker and weaker. Aunt May in spite of
his eccentricities waited on him (rest of
sentence is missing).
George
The youngest of George and Rebecca’s
children was born January 22, 1881.
They named him George Fairchild,
but he did not care for his middle name.
Before he was very old, he announced that since everyone said he looked
like his Uncle Dan, he was going to be named after him, and from then on his
name was George Dan, or Daniel. There
has been some argument among his children since his death as to which.
Next to stories about Willie, I liked for
Grandma to tell me about when Papa was
a little boy. When he was very small
and it was cold outside she used to leave him alone in the house while she and
Grandpa did morning chores. The twins,
I assume had gone to school. One
morning he came toddling out to the barn with a serious face and announced,
“Ma, I b’oke your grass.” this made no sense to her, but his little face was so
sorrowful that she let him lead her to the house, and he pointed sadly to her
looking glass, shattered. He’d been
playing with his ball and the game got pretty wild and the ball went out of
control and shattered the glass.
When alone in the house during the morning
chore sessions, little George dearly loved to get into his parents bed. This was a no, no. Busy and efficient Grandma made her bed in the morning and did
not like it to be messed up. He also
loved johnny-cake. (Whatever that was)
One morning she came in from chores and caught him snuggled down under
the covers of their bed. Not wanting to
be scolded the clever child quickly said, “Oh, Ma, I’m so sick! Hurry, Call Dr.
Beetle and bake me a Johnny-cake.”
When he was a little older and attended
Sunday School at the schoolhouse the Sunday School teacher held a contest and
promised a prize to the child who memorized the most Bible verses Being a pretty sharp kid, and a real
competitor, he won. The prize was a toy
revolver (my, how times have changed!)
He was a very pleased and treasured the gun (probably until he got a
real on). He told about getting ready
for school early and slipping out to “hunt rabbits” for a while.
These pioneer children were evidently
observant and quick to learn necessary skills and know-how for Papa told of a
day when Grandpa and Grandma had to be gone for the day and the three children
were left alone on the farm. The twins
were about 12 or 13 and Papa eight or nine.
Chores done and faced with long hours to fill before their parents were
expected home, they decided to amuse themselves by butchering a hog. They knew which one their parents planned to
butcher soon and just decided to have at it and surprise Ma and Pa. By the time their parents returned late that
evening, the hog was all butchered, and the meat nicely cut and hung and three
proud kids welcomed two equally proud parents.
George learned early to mistrust and
often dislike preachers. Many of the
itinerate preachers who came through to “hold meetings” at the school house
were an Opportunistic lot and some were outright hypocrites. George, being a perceptive youth, soon saw
through their pious pretensions and was disgusted. I suspect Grandma saw through them, too, but being the kind of
woman she was, she would accept that ever good there was in them and ignore the
bad while she prayed for their souls and hoped they would at least spread the
word of God. Papa saw only that they
flocked to his mother’s house and put themselves out to impress her because her
house offered the best bed and board in the country. He often told with disgust of the preacher who stayed at their
house while conducting meetings whose speech fairly dripped holy and pious
words, but one evening, having generously been offered the family team and
wagon for transportations, he and young George set off for the
schoolhouse. On the way a rabbit
frightened the team and they ran away.
Before they got them stopped, the most frightful and filthy words
streamed from the pious mouth of that preacher. Once calmed down, the “fallen saint” realized his mistake and
tried to apologize, blaming his slip of the tongue on his extreme fright and
begging George not to tell his mother.
In spite of his distrust of preachers, George developed a deep personal
religion, studied the Bible and was a very popular Sunday School teacher at one
time. Sometime before….. (a few words missing from the sentence) ….church
was not for him. He was not one to be
easily led or influenced by others, and once he worked out his own religious
formula, he did not wish to be distracted by the beliefs of others. One great
bone of contention between him and my mother was his refusal to be
baptized. When he was a baby he became
very ill and Grandma feared that he would die and was concerned that he had not
been baptized. There was no minister
available, but Grandma Gansel said, “I am a Christian woman, there is no reason
why I cannot baptize this child”, and she did.
Mama did not believe in infant baptism.
For her the only valid baptism was that done after one reached the “age
of accountability” and chose to be baptized.
Papa flatly refused. Why, he
said, should he nullify and reject the
holy baptism that his grandmother, as devout and sincere a Christian as could
ever be found, for the baptism by some preacher who would probably not be half
as possessed with the Holy Spirit? Her
baptism was special and sacred for him and he saw no need to ever have any other.
George was a strong, active boy,
competitive by nature and he soon excelled in all sports, running, jumping,
baseball. He was a superior horseman
and as he got older he became fond of horseracing and usually won. He was neither a quarrelsome person nor a
bully, but he never ran from a fight and soon had a reputation as one to be
reckoned with in a fight. I well
remember his last fight. He was County
Commissioner and it was, I think, in the late thirties when the county had to
deal with some pretty radical riff-raff.
I don’t remember what started things or who the fellow was, but he was a
big fellow who thought he was pretty tough, and quite a bit younger than Papa,
who was by then nearing 60. He made the
mistake of lipping off a bit too much and issued a challenge that Papa could not
let pass. They fought from one end to
the other of the long courthouse hall, literally moping up the shiny marble
floor with each other. Papa came home
with his clothes in tatters, a few bruises, mostly on his knuckles, and beaming
triumphantly. He had put the bully in
his place and given a good account of himself.
I seem to recall hearing of more than one time in his younger years when
he had hung an “Egyptian sunset” around some fellow’s eye. He had a wonderful,
tongue-in-cheek sense of humor. A few
excerpts from a letter written to my mother while she was visiting relatives at
Centralia, KS in 1908, about a year before they were married, may give you the
picture:
“When I got your letter
I was at the point of doing something
desperate. I watched for the mailman in the daytime and
walked the floor
nights, muttering strange
sayings and clenching my fists. (If you don’t
believe this I can show you the
clenched fists when you get back)”
“I went to S.S. last
Sunday. We had a better turn out than usual
and such Celestial
singing. Ida played the organ and Will
C. and I sang
We were at our best and it was
just grand. That is what everyone
said. I
don’t want you to think I am
boasting.” (It was well know my father
couldn’t
carry a tune in a bucket)
“I sat with Merle and
tried to be good but made a miserable failure.
after S.S. Merle said ‘Pa won’t let me set with you
anymore”. It made
me feel so bad that I have resolved not to cut up in S.S.
anymore let
come what will. I have suffered a great deal lately on
account of
confiscating
that grub at the park, in fact, so much that I haven’t even
that I haven’t even stole a
watermelon.”
I’m not sure what the reference to the
“grub in the park” was about, but I remember hearing that once he and some of
his cronies came upon a S.S. picnic and while the group was busy singing or
playing games or some such, they “confiscated” the ice cream and ate it.
I wish I could remember in detail all the
tales he used to regale us with his madcap adventures and wild pranks, but it
is all a jumble in my mind of raiding watermelon patches (he could never
consider a stolen watermelon a real theft) harassing courting couples, and
wildest imaginable Hallowe’en pranks such as putting horses in hay lofts,
wagons or other machinery on top of barns in the dead of night. It seems he was fairly popular with the
young ladies and one of his favorite tricks was to call the same evening that
some other fellow had called on a girl. (This was only if he knew that the
other caller was not particularly welcome),
He would call as if he had no idea she was entertaining another beau,
make as though to leave, but the girl…. (part
of sentence missing) …be very charming and watch the other fellow do a
slow, jealous burn while Papa ate most of the candy the other fellow had
brought to impress his lady love, To
add insult to injury, George would invariably manage to out stay the other
fellow.
My father neither smoked nor drank. However my mother told me that he had
confided to her that he had done both for a while during his early teens, but
that he soon concluded that he owed it to his mother (whom he held in great
reverence) to quit. Apparently he did not have quite the same reverence for his
father, for Mama said Grandma told her that at one time he and his father did
not speak to one another for over a year.
He was an individualist, going the way he
chose and not caring a great deal for other’s opinions except that they give
him respect, and he usually got it. I
was told that for a while when he was about 16 he wore his hair shoulder
length, which was unconventional for the time.
He was much less a male chauvinist than most men of that time. He liked and respected women of wit and
intelligence and gumption. One of his
favorite tales was of a neighbor girl named Alice, who, in their teen years was
a good match for him with the boxing gloves (and few boys were). He never went to their house, he said, but
her brothers would insist that George and Allie should put on the gloves and go
a few rounds. As a father he encouraged
my sister and I to learn to ride, shoot, box and wrestle along with the boys.
Sometime during his teens he had a
serious sick spell that involved a high fever and delirium. Once Grandma caught him nearly to the end of
their very long lane. He was hot and
thirsty and was going to town to get a milkshake at Croppy Marks’ ice cream
store.
Mama said once they were at a party and
someone had a fussy baby that cried unceasingly and many tried but no one could
quiet it. Finally Papa took it and to
every ones amazement, very shortly it was quiet. They soon discovered his secret.
He was letting it suck his thumb!
George
and Goldie
June 9, 1909 George was married to Jennie
Goldie Brokaw. She was teaching the
Washington School and boarding at his parents home. They were married at Aunt Katie and Uncle Delbert’s house in
Osborne, (as were Uncle Ernie and Aunt May).
Grandma Brokaw did not care much for her daughter’s choice of husbands
and said she would not put herself out for any wedding for George Scholl. Goldie was a bright and evidently fairly
independent girl who had been teaching school for 5 years. She began teaching at age 17 after
graduating from the 8th grade and a few weeks at what was called ‘Normal”, a
sort of seminar. She then took and
passed the state teacher’s exam and was in business. Her first school was in a Swedish settlement somewhere near
Moscow, Idaho where her family lived at the time. She took to teaching like a duck to a cool stream and when the
family moved to Kansas she continued her teaching career here. She was an excellent and popular
teacher. I remember that even when I
was a young lady we would meet former pupils here and there and they always
greeted her with affection and would reminisce about the good times they had
and often remark that she was the best teacher they ever had. I had reason to believe what they said, for
she taught me to read and write and she taught me Bible stories and many other
things for which I have been grateful all my life. All her life she was a frequent and popular Sunday School
teacher, and all her life she wished to teach again and to return to the Idaho
mountains. The latter wish was never
fulfilled, but during WW II when she was 60 years old or so, and teachers were
so scarce that they issued war emergency certificates to anyone who could pass
a state exam, she took it and passed and taught most successfully for three
more years until her career was interrupted by the death of a daughter-in-law
and their son moved back home with three little girls.
George and Goldie set up housekeeping in
the south part of his parents’ now huge house, while the “old folks” moved into
the new north part. Here in this house
five children were born, Goldie, Albert, Homer, John and finally me,
Georgia. George continued to farm for
his parents, for his father’s health was now failing and his mother no longer
worked in the fields. He also worked on
the roads and took whatever other work he could find, for he worked as hard or
harder than he played. For all his
high-spirited ways, he was still a serious and responsible man. Like his mother, he was observant and
learned much from whatever he saw and could turn his hand to almost anything.
Goldie seemed to fit in well with her
in-laws and often told me she felt much closer to her mother-in-law than she
did to her own mother, with whom she often at odds. Goldie had an excellent mind and used it well, but she was also
somewhat neurotic. Her mind was
programmed for intellectual things but not for the drudgery of housework and
raising children. As the family grew
and responsibilities that she was ill equipped to handle piled up, it became
easier to be sick than to try to cope with it all and she became something of a
hypochondriac. She always expected to
die when her children were born. She
often told of worrying before Albert was born that if she died Goldie would not
have a nice dress to wear to the funeral, so she ripped up a dress of her own
and made her a nice little dress.
Sewing was one of her talents.
She did it well and did a great deal of it. Papa never seemed to resent her health problems. He got her the best treatment he could find
and cheerfully took over cooking and household chores whenever necessary. He seemed to have inherited his mother’s
fine touch with the sick, whether animal or people. He was often called to “sit up” with sick relatives or neighbors
or to sit with the dead before a funeral.
He knew how to care for sick animals, too, and there was little that a
veterinary could do that he couldn’t,
if necessary, but much of it he didn’t really like to do. We often said he could have been a fine
veterinarian if he hadn’t disliked so much getting his hands dirty.
When I was three we moved out of the big
house to a small house ½ mile north on land he had bought some years
earlier. My mother was happier here,
for though she got along well with Grandma, she had always wanted a home that
was her very own, something like 20 years.
Besides his home and family, the great love of George’s life was
horses. He was a fine horseman and all
his life he bought, sold, traded, owned and trained horses. He taught all his children to ride and to
appreciate horses. He also taught his
sons the art of self-defense. He did
this by wrestling with them, and as they got bigger and stronger he delighted
in the real challenge they gave him.
These friendly tussles often took place in the house, and broken chairs,
etc. were common. I can remember my
poor mother crying out to spare her furniture.
One day when Albert was a strong young man in his 20’s he and Papa got
into one of their “fights” in the barn.
Albert, in the exuberance of the contest, threw him into a manger and
accidentally broke his nose. For weeks
Papa’s eyes were two beautiful “Egyptian sunsets.”
Papa was not a man easily upset or
excited. I never heard him “rant or
rave”. The story that may best
illustrate this quality concerns the time he and I took a pickup and a borrowed
two-wheel trailer both loaded with furniture to Goldie and Harold in Brighton,
Colo. We fought blinding snow part of
the way and lost three wheels off that 2 wheeled trailer before we got there
and were delayed several days hunting and making repairs. The biggest reaction I heard from him the
entire trip was a mild, “Well I’ll be dog-goned!” Actually, we had a wonderful
time.
I think Goldie was the only one of us he ever whipped and her only once. Mama said she was very small and had insisted on a big bowl of cereal and then didn’t want to eat it all. He thought if she took it she could eat it, but Goldie had a mind of her own (and stomach, too, I suppose) and she rebelled. It soon developed into a battle of wills and she won. (Nearly always the child will win) In an attempt to make her do as he said, he whipped her, and she wouldn’t give in and he whipped her some more and it went on until he was ashamed of himself, and had to give up. Not an easy thing for my father to do, but evidently he learned something that day, for as far as I know, he never spanked one of us again, but he could cut us down with a stern look, and how the man could talk! He could point out the error of our ways in language so eloquent and chastening that it was probably more effective than any whipping.
He had a wonderful appreciation of beauty
and sometimes called for Mama and me to take a wagon ride to the creek to see a
fine field of wildflowers. None of us
were ever afraid of storms, for he always sat on the porch with us and admired
the splendor of the lightening. Once a small cornfield was somehow completely
taken over by morning glories. Some
farmers might have been angry. Not
Papa, he hitched up the wagon and hauled Mama and me down to see the glorious
sight.
Christmas was his special time of the
year and he kept it in the German tradition, on Christmas Eve with lots of
candy and goodies. Gifts were seldom
expensive but always highly personal and rarely necessities. And I don’t think he ever really gave up his
belief in Santa Clause.
Papa was not entirely easy to live
with. He was stubborn, bullheaded at
times, and highly opinionated, but he always tried to be fair and was blessed
with an uncommon amount of good sense and good judgment. He wasn’t always right, but he never did
what he thought was wrong. I think most
people liked him. Some disliked him,
but there were very few who did not respect him.
In 1950 he sold the farm he’d loved and
worked so hard on, but kept the land his parents had homesteaded. The family, he and Goldie, Homer and the
three granddaughters, moved to a place on the edge of Glen Elder where he could
keep a small herd of Shetland ponies.
He remained active, and took an active part in the horse trading
business he shared with Albert and John.
One of the last big projects he engaged in was to build a stone post
fence on the land his parents homesteaded.
He was 79 years old and it was a gargantuan task for one man to
attempt. His sons and sons-in-law got
together and went out to offer help, but were rather curtly told that he didn’t
need help.
The winter before he died was one of
heavy snows and for 5 weeks the kids and I were snowed in at our home on the
east side of Cawker City. Virgil walked
or took the tractor out, but John was a tiny baby and George and Roxy were
small and we stayed home. Every few
days Papa would park his pickup down the highway and … ( some words missing) …came he would talk about the gold signet
ring that his mother had given him on his 16th birthday and how she
had saved the money for it a penny or maybe occasionally a nickel at a time
over many months--maybe even years--from her egg and cream money and whatever
other very limited cash she ever had. The
ring meant a great deal to him, though it had long been too small for his
fingers, for it represented his mother’s love and sacrifice for him. Albert had always coveted it and I knew he
expected to receive it someday, and when Papa began talking of giving it to
George, I reminded him that Albert had always counted on getting it, but I was
reminded that it was still Papa’s ring and that he had the right to give it to
anyone he pleased. So every time he
came this winter, he went over the story of the ring and then he would say,
“And when George is old enough I want to give it to him and I want to tell him
that Story” And I used to smile to
myself at how forgetful Papa was getting.
“He doesn’t remember he said all that the last time he was here,” I
thought. Later I realized that he wasn’t
forgetful. He knew he was never going
to live to give George that ring and tell him about it himself, and he wanted
to be sure I knew the story and grasped
it’s significance well enough to be able to impress it on George.
The night of July 31, 1958, George Scholl
sat in his easy chair watching TV. He
went to sleep there and he never woke up.
The family was not prepared. We had
expected many years yet. But we did
know this was the way he would have liked it.
No sickness, no fuss, no bother--he just left, quietly. I don’t think he was unprepared. The proceeding week he had gotten around and
visited most of his old friends in Glen Elder, Cawker and Beloit. He’d given a few special keepsakes to Dwight
and others whom he wanted to have them, and he’d seen all his kids and
grandkids and he‘d had George and Roxy down to spend the day on Sunday. There was a special bond between George and
Grandpa, and our greatest concern was how to tell him and Roxy that Grandpa was
gone. We explained that he had become
old and tired and his body was worn out so he couldn’t enjoy living here much
longer, so he’d gone to live with Jesus and be cared for there. George thought this over….. (missing words) … he wanted to go way
off there. He could have come here and
stayed with us, I’d have taken care of him.”
Now we try to remember the wonderful stories he told of his youthful
escapades and wish we’d paid closer attention and could remember more. Sometimes we wondered about some of the
things he told, if they ere really true or were they boastful
exaggerations. Could he really have
excelled in as many things as he said he did?
We asked our mother and she said she had wondered, too, but had
concluded that since all the things
since she had known him were true, she really had no reason to doubt the
rest. Then from time to time, we met
someone who was there--who knew him when, and their stories were the same, and
they assured us that he really did what he said he did. So I have concluded that while he was not
exactly what you would call a modest man, he was always considered honest, and probably he didn’t really need to
exaggerate.
Probably no one was more shocked than
Mama when Papa died for she had always been confident that he would outlive
her. She was sure that she would not
live much longer after he died, but she was more rugged than she
suspected, She lived on more than 20
years. She was really a pretty spunky
lady and she managed quite well on her own and actually became much less
neurotic with time and her health also improved. She remained active in church for many years. During her last years her memory for the
present was virtually gone, but her memory for the past remained pretty sharp
and her interest in politics never lagged.
She was always very definite about who she intended to vote for in the
presidential election. One of the last
times I visited with her I mentioned that she might soon be going to be with
Papa and asked if she would be glad. He
response was, “Yes, oh yes, I’ll be so glad.
This story dwells mostly on Papa, but after all, it is the Scholl and
Gansel story. Hopefully, some day I
will get time to write the Smith and Brokaw story.
One neat thing I remember about my
parents was that they were near enough the same mental ability that they could
be very competitive, and they both loved it.
I remember that in the evenings they would sometimes have spelling bees
to see which could out spell the other, and there was great excitement when the
Capper’s Weekly came to see which of
them could score the best on the 10 QUESTIONS. Mama confided privately that she thought Papa was really smarter
than she was, but she loved giving him a run for his money and crowed when she
beat him. He was very proud of my
mother’s intelligence and was always pleased when she had a chance to show it
off--teaching a class or giving a talk, writing something, etc. Evidently he had enough self confidence that
he never felt threatened by her successes.
When she returned to teaching, he was proud and glad for her and didn’t
seem to mind cooking and keeping house for himself while she was teaching
during the week.
THE
EARLY SETTLERS OF CAWKER CITY
By
Bernice
I. Green Keeler
Daughter
of Albert F. Green
[Facts told by Albert F. Green, a Cawker
resident all of his life (February 23, 1875 - June 24, 1948)]
Cawker township was settled by the
Pennsylvania Dutch in the fall of 1870.
Cawker City was founded in the summer of 1870.
Two of the founders returned to the
old hometown of Dushore, Pa. And gave glowing accounts of the western city.
One of them, a tailor by trade, dressed
in style and stayed at the best hotel.
He showed a tuneful of money to the hotel keeper. It was later discovered that it was all
counterfeit, except for about $200.00.
The settlers also discovered that he was a professional gambler, while
here, but no one knew it then. The
other man was a lawyer. Among other
things, they told that there were street cars running in Cawker City. As a result, at least four families came
west.
My grandfather, Obed Gansel, brought the
horses by freight to Junction City, where he bought a wagon and a few tools and
implements, and then drove to Solomon City, where he joined the families, who
had been waiting a week for him.
It took him four days to drive to Cawker
City, where he arrived in November 1870.
They found one four-room house there,
belonging to Col. Cawker. It had been
torn down in Milwaukee, and brought here and reassembled. The second story contained two
bedrooms. One was used by the Cawker
family, the other, contained beds for the men, three cottonwood bunks, built
one above the other along one wall.
The population was seven.
One man had a small sawmill and made
lumber from cottonwood logs.
There was a small building on the SW corner of the town area containing
a store and another building on the NW corner - just shacks.
Soldiers had been encamped here. The encampment was a round stockade built of
upright logs, and contained a store room and two or three small cabins.
Among the river bank were about eighteen
dugouts. They were all vacant, as the
soldiers had been sent to Ft. Riley.
Here the settlers stayed until they could build their own homes.
Grandfather dug into the bank for one
room, and then built another room of logs in front of that and roofed it with
lumber covered with dirt. So they had
two cozy rooms.
Everybody worked to rush things
along. One aunt was digging in the bank
when the dirt caved, breaking her arm.
They had to send to Glasco for a doctor.
Later a spring house and a well were
made.
Most of the houses were similar.
There were very few sod houses because lumber and stone were
available. The folks moved into their
house before the end of 1870.
As soon as they were settled, Grandfather
went to Solomon City for supplies for the winter. Being a good hunter, he shot turkeys, chickens, quail and
rabbits. He went out near Osborne and
got enough buffalo meat to last all winter.
About three years later wheat was
planted and hogs were raised.
There were no roads or paths. One just struck out across the country in
the general direction he wished to go.
Social life was visiting among friends
and talking over old times, I heard
them tell of a bachelor neighbor who lived in a stone house with a dirt covered
roof. One night he awoke and wanted a
drink. That often happened, and as he
knew where the water pail was he would get a drink without bothering to strike
a match, but this time he felt he should have a light. Something seemed to warn him. He lit the lamp, and there coiled by the
pail was a rattlesnake.
Occasionally, they had spelling matches
and debates. Some of them were fearful
and funny in their absurdity. I heard a
lawyer address the Judge, “Your Honor, I deny the fact my worthy opponent has
just stated.”
These activities interested the
community, furnished entertainment, and eventually developed into Chautauqua
and Lecture Courses.
CAWKER’S
PIONEER WOMAN
Sent in by
E.
Rebecca Green
Daughter
of Albert F. Green
Granddaughter
of Malinda Gansel Green
[Facts told by Albert F. green, a Cawker
resident all of his life (February 23, 1875 - June 24, 1948)]
Cawker City was founded in the summer of
1870. One of the first settlers was my
grandfather, Obed Gansel, who was born in Pennsylvania on April 29, 1820. He arrived in Cawker late summer 1870 with
his family.
My mother was one of Obed Gansel’s
children, Malinda Gansel. (October 17, 1843 - November 19, 1942). She was the nurse at the birth of Pauline
Cawker, the first child born in Cawker City
The following is
a draft made by Albert Green:
The
following are stories and pictures from a Kansas Historical Society book of
Gansel/Scholl families:
OBED AND CATHERINE (SWANK)
GANSEL
Obed Gansel
was born April 29, 1820, at Mifflinburg, Columbia County, Pennsylvania. January
2, 1840, he married Catherine Swank who was born January 22, 1820, and was also
from Mifflinburg, Pennsylvania. Their children were Emma Harris, Malinda Green,
Rebecca Scholl, Amanda Barett, Phoebe Michaels, Flora Eldred, Sara Kinsley, Dan
Gansel and Ellis Gansel.
They homesteaded un Granite Creek in 1870. They moved to Glen Elder in
the late 1800s. Grandma and Grandpa Gansel, as they were known in Glen Elder,
built their home on the hill in 1904 which was a large residence with porches
on two sides and iron
fence around the yard. Obed and his son Dan were partners in the City Meat
Market for a number of years.
Catherine died in Glen Elder January 2, 1908, at her home.
Obed moved to Beloit to live with his son Dan in 1909. He died March 16, 1913.
Obed and Catherine were buried in the Granite Creek Cemetery, which was ground
donated by them to be used for a cemetery. They were moved to Glenwood Cemetery
during the building of Waconda Lake.
Catherine and Obed Gansel
Catherine died in Glen Elder
January 2, 1908, at her home. Obed moved to Beloit to live with his son Dan in
1909. He died March 16, 1913. Obed and Catherine were buried in the Granite
Creek Cemetery, which was ground donated by them to be used for a cemetery.
They were moved to Glenwood Cemetery during the building of Waconda Lake.
Submitted by Georgia Becker and Bernita Eberle
ERNEST AND LUCY MAY
(MARZOLF) SCHOI.L
Ernest
Franklin Scholl was horn to George Anthony and Rebecca (Gansel) Scholl on
November 9, 1876. He had a twin sister Katy Margaret (Timbers). They were born
in a dugout near Waconda Springs. While they were small they moved north of
Glen Elder. Ernest grew up and worked on the family homestead.
Lucy May Marzolf was born April 20, 1892, to George and Bethsheba
(Sapp) Marzolf on the family farm south of Glen Elder.
When May, as she was known, was 13 years of age, her mother was laid to
rest and May
Ernest Scholl
May (Marzolf) Scholl
took.
over the household duties including the care of two younger sisters and a
younger' brother. Her dream was to be a nurse. Since that opportunity never
came, she utilized her housekeeping skills to make a career of service to
families in need of her expertise.
On February
11, 1914, May and Ernie were married, and they made their home on a farm north
of Glen Elder where their daughter
Dora Margaret was born.
Ernest died
in 1948. Several years later May moved to Glen Elder, putting in her garden
every year, canning and making gifts on her treasured sewing machine.
Lucy May died October 9, 1991, at the age of
99. Ernest and May are buried at Glenwood
Cemetery.
Their daughter Margaret graduated from Glen
Elder High School. She married Leland Clyde Coble in 1917. They had two sons,
Curtis Glen and Clyde Leland. they made their home near Evergreen, Colorado.
Margaret was killed in a car accident in 1977.
Submitted by Georgia (Scholl) Becker
GEORGE D. AND GOLDIE (BROKAW) SCHOLL
George D. Scholl was born January 22, 1881,
on the homestead of his parents, George A. and Rebecca Scholl, two miles west
and two and one-half miles north of Glen Elder. He received his entire
education at Washington School, District #22. He became a highspirited young
man, fond of pranks and practical jokes and possessed of considerable skill as
a baseball player.
Jenny Goldie
Brokaw, daughter of Milton and Jennie Brokaw. was born Match 25, 1887, in a
dugout one mile west of Glen Elder on what was later known as the Joe Brokaw
place. After completing as much education as she could get at the local rural
school, Goldie attended six weeks of "normal," took and passed the
state teacher's exam and became a schoolteacher. After teaching several local
schools, as well as in a Swedish settlement near Moscow, Idaho, Goldie became
the teacher at. Washington School in 1906. She boarded with the Scholl family.
Goldie and George Scholl
Young George
and Goldie were married June 9, 1909. Several more rooms were added to the
Scholl farmhouse, and the two families lived and farmed happily together while
five children were born, Goldie La Vern, Albert Ernest, Homer Dale, John Dwight
and Georgia Rose.
In March of
1926 George, Goldie and family moved to a farm one-half mile north of the
family homestead. This farm is now owned by Karl Winkle. George continued to
farm both places. He also delighted in raising, buying and selling horses.
George was a good horseman, and his sons followed in his footsteps. On many
summer Sundays a small crowd congregated at the Scholl corral to buy or trade,
or simply to watch the horse-breaking.
George was elected county commissioner in 1929,
an office he held for more than 20 years.
George and Goldie welcomed
their young nephew Dwight Timbers into their home for extended visits. They
also provided a home base for a young man by the name of Arthur
"Dixie" Shearer.
Goldie never
lost her love teaching. She spent many years teaching Sunday School Glasses at
rural Sunday Schools and at the Christian Church in Glen Elder. During World
War II she applied for a war
emergency teaching certificate and taught two terms at Spring Creek School
south of Cawker City and two terms at Lone Hill School south of Glen Elder.
In the spring
of 1948, son Homer's young wife died. Homer moved home with three little girls
whom George and Goldie helped raise.
In 1950
George sold his farm and retired to a house at the north edge of Glen Elder. He
kept a herd of small spotted ponies and remained active in the horse-trading
business with sons John and Albert. He especially enjoyed the horse sales they
attended together. George died suddenly July 31, 1958.
Goldie
eventually sold the big house and bought a little pink house a few doors east
of the Methodist Church in Glen Ehler where she attended church and
participated in many activities. Later, she moved to Beloit and spent her last
years there. Goldie died November 4, 1980. Daughter Goldie and her husband,
Harold Merrill, Albert and his wife, Parthene, and Homer and his second wife,
Helen, have all joined George and Goldie in death. Son John resides in Mankato,
Kansas. Georgia and her husband, Virgil Becker, live at Weir, Kansas. There are
13 grandchildren, numerous great-grandchildren and several
great-great-grandchildren.
Submitted by Georgia (Scholl)
Becker
GEORGE
ANTHONY AND REBECCA (GANSEL) SCHOLL
George
Anthony Scholl was born in Weilbach, Bavaria, April 25, 1839. As a young man,
he worked in an apothecary shop in Frankfort on the Main until he came to
America in 1866. Family rumor says he came as a stowaway. He lived awhile in
New York City, working as a tanner. Later, he worked in textile and clothing
mills in Pennsylvania.
Rebecca
Gansel was born near Mifllinburg, Pennsylvania, April 3, 1846. At the age of
14, she moved with her family to Dushore, Pennsylvania.
Rebecca (Gansel and George A.
Scholl
George and Rebecca were
married there on July 22, 1869. On May 25, 1870, a son, William Obed, was born.
George signed naturalization papers at La Porte, Pennsylvania, on May 28,
1872.
In 1874,
deciding lite only way to acquire land was to go to Kansas and homestead, the
family followed Rebecca's parents, Obed and Catherine Gansel, to Cawker City
where they filed a claim on a homestead between Waconda Springs and the Solomon
River. Their home was a dugout. Here, on February 28, 1876, little
"Willie" died.
Twins,
Katy Margaret and Ernest Franklin, were born November 9, 1876. Visits by
Indians and a huge snake in the dugout enlivened their stay here. For some
reason the claim papers for the homestead were delayed so long that the Scholls
became fearful their claim would not be approved. When they heard an already
approved claim had been abandoned, they decided a bird in the hand was worth
two on a river bottom, so they moved to the abandoned claim, located two miles
west and two and a half miles north of Glen Elder. They spent the rest of their
lives on this farm. January 22, 1882, another son, George Dan, was born. .
Rebecca had
worked as a midwife's helper as a young woman in Pennsylvania. After moving to
Kansas, at a time when doctors were scarce and people were poor, she became
something of a legend as a midwife and nurse. People from miles around called
on her to come to deliver babies and tend their sick, and she always went. In
later years she was affectionately known as "Grandma Scholl" to one
and all.
Life was not
easy in the early days on the Kansas prairie, but George and Rebecca worked
hard. In time, their two-room dugout grew into a large frame farmhouse with
five porches and enough rooms to accommodate two families, and a large red barn
kept it company. The old homestead is owned today by descendants of Katy and
Ernie and is farmed by the joint efforts of Bill and Ted Eberle and Roy
Timbers.
Submitted by Georgia (Scholl) Becker
DANIEL AND OURILLA (GLITZKE) GANSEL
Daniel F. Gansel, son of
Obed and Catherine Gansel, was born in 1861 in Mifflinburg, Pennsylvania. He
was married to Ourilla Glitzke, daughter of Charles and Helena Glitzke.
Dan was involved in
several businesses in Glen Elder. He was in partnership with his brother-in-law
James
Dan Gansel
Eldred in a meat market until 1890 when James Eldred retired, and
Dan continued the business with his father, Obed Gansel, for several years. Dan
was postmaster from 1894 until l897. He also had a book and stationery slore.
He served two years as Mitchell County commissioner.
Dan moved his
family 10 Beloit in 1909 after living
in Glen Elder for 21 years. He was elected treasurer of Milchell County. He
slump spoke for William Jennings Bryan during his campaign for president. He
served for many years as probate judge until relirement.
Ourilla died in 1951. Daniel died in 1959.
Submilled by Georgia Becker and Bernita Eberle
Daniel F. and Ourilla (Glitzke) Gansel
Grave Markers
Glenwood Cemetery, Glen Elder, Mitchell County, KS
Courtesy of Laurie (Biswell) Wentz
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