Mary Jonora Rice
DWS: My wife, best friend and partner. Lived to 56 years, 10 months and 16 days. 45 days shy of our 35th wedding anniversary. RIP honey.
"Funeral Services for Mary Jo Schueths, age 56 of Lincoln, NE were 10:30 a.m., Tuesday, July 8, 2014 at St. Francis Catholic Church with Father John Broheimer, Officiating. Music was provided by Jane Ruterbories, Organist and Mark and Julie Dwyer, Soloists. Burial was in Laurel Hill Cemetery in Neligh, NE. Pallbearers were Aaron Rice, Greg Schrage, Andrew Curry, Chris Teeslink, Jon Schueths, and Mike Rice, Jr. Visitation was 5 to 7 pm, Monday, July 7, 2013 at St. Francis Catholic Church in Neligh with a 7 pm Vigil Service. Mary Jo passed away on Wednesday, July 2, 2014 at Southlake Village in Lincoln, NE. Beyer Snider Memorial Funeral Home is handling the arrangements. Memorials can be made to St. Francis Church Rosary Sodality in Neligh, Ne or Tabitha Hospice in Lincoln, Ne. Please consider a memorial rather than flowers.
Mary Jo Schueths was born on August 16, 1957 to Arlo and Mary Madelyn (Conger) Rice in Neligh, Ne. She was baptized at St. Francis Catholic Church, Neligh, Ne. Mary Jo attended grade school through 6th grade in a one-room country school (District 15 a couple miles east of Neligh). She had fond memories of her country school experience. She attended Neligh public schools through high school and graduated with the Class of 1975. Mary Jo was active with the 4-H organization and was involved with 4-H youth leadership and public speaking tours even traveling to Washington, DC. She graduated in 1979 with a degree in Journalism from the University of Nebraska at Lincoln, NE; where she was a member of the Chi Omega Sorority. On August 18, 1979 she was united to Douglas W. Schueths by Fr Frederic Schindler O.S.B. at St Francis Catholic Church, Neligh, NE. It would be their 35th wedding anniversary in August this year. They lived in Rapid City, SD after marriage until 1985. Mary Jo worked at KEVN-TV in Rapid City in advertising production. In October of 1985 they moved to Lincoln, NE where she formed a free-lance advertising and marketing company. She directed her company for over 26 years from 1986 until August of 2012 when she had to retire due to illness. Mary Jo was an avid flower gardener.
Survived by her husband Douglas and daughter, Katherine M. (Katie) Schueths both of Lincoln, NE. Mother, Madelyn Rice and older brothers, Michael (Margaret Thurn) Rice, of Denver, CO and Ronald (Deb) Rice of Neligh, NE.
Preceded in death by her father Arlo Rice in January of 2011."
Henry Herman Schueths
Operated farm implement dealership at Elgin, Antelope Co, Nebraska for Minneapolis-Moline and later White Farm Equipment.
Served at Yokota Airbase in Japan during the Korean War.
It should be noted that the last name for Henry Herman Schueths (Trailing 's' is correct) birth certificate HAS an 's' while his brothers, sisters and cousins do not have the extra trailing 's'. He could not cash his military paycheck until he signed his name with the trailing 's' as was on his birth certificate. The new name stuck.
DWS: This was my dad. He died on a Holy Saturday.
Arlo Eloit Rice
Farmer at Neligh, Antelope Co. NE (Rainbow Farms Inc). Served in US Army in Korea.
DWS: from Norfolk Daily News prepared by Michael Rice Sr
"NELIGH - Services for Arlo Rice, 82, of Neligh will be at 10:30 a.m. Friday at St. Francis Catholic Church with burial in Laurel Hill Cemetery. Military rites will be by American Legion Post 172 and VFW Post 5287. Visitation will be Thursday at 7 p.m. at the church with a wake service at 7:30 p.m. Beyer Funeral Home is in charge of arrangements.
He died Monday, Jan. 3, 2011, at Antelope Memorial Hospital. Memorials are directed to St. Francis Catholic Church.
Arlo E. Rice was born Feb. 1, 1928, at Brunswick, the youngest of seven children born to Alva and Selma (Rabbass) Rice. He moved to Clearwater at the age of 5 and attended Clearwater schools and graduated in 1946. He was inducted into the Army in January 1952 and sent to Korea where he served as a forward observer for the artillery. He was discharged with the rank of sergeant in October 1953. He received the Korean Service Medal with two Bronze Stars and the United Nations Service Medal.
Arlo was married to Mary Madelyn Conger on June 10, 1948, at St. Francis Catholic Church in Neligh. They made their home on their farm near Neligh since his discharge and continued farming until June 2010. He established Rainbow Farms with his son Ron in 1979.
He was past president of the rural fire board and vice president of the Antelope County Fair Board for a number of years. He was also a member of American Legion Post 172 and VFW Post 5287 and a member of St. Francis Catholic Church for 62 years.
He is survived by his wife Madelyn; sons Michael of Omaha and Ron and his wife Deb of Neligh; a daughter, Mary Jo and her husband Doug Schueths of Lincoln; eight grandchildren; three great-grandchildren; and a brother, Delmer Rice of Fremont.
He was preceded in death by his parents; four brothers, Lyle, Virgil, Merle and Lorn; and one sister, Lenora Jacobsen."
Alva Johnathan Rice
Doug Schueths notes:
From his mother Mary Alice Ludwick Rice's family bible it is recorded on the
'Births' page that his name is 'Alva Johnathan Rice was born Aug 15" 1896.'
OBIT from "Clearwater Record-News" Thursday, November 12, 1981
"A.J.Rice Rites Held Friday
Alva J. Rice, son of George W. and Mary Ludwick Rice, was born at Clearwater August 15, 1896, and departed this life at Antelope Memorial Hospital, Neligh,November 10, 1981, at the age of 85 years, 2 months, and 25 days.
He grew to manhood on his parents farm at Orchard where he received his formal education in the rural schools and Orchard High School.
On March 6, 1918, at Neligh, he was united in marriage with Miss Selma Rabbass of Royal. This couple farmed at Orchard, Royal, and Clearwater. In 1936 they moved into Clearwater where Mr. Rice established the Rice Feed and Trucking business which he operated with his son, Lyle, for many years.
Alva served on the Antelope County Board of Supervisors for 24 years, and was its chairman for a number of years. He also served several terms on the Clearwater Village Board. He was a member of the Concordia Lutheran Church at Clearwater.
Survivors include his wife Selma, of Clearwater, five sons, Virgil and Loren, both of Omaha, Merle of Crete, Delmer of Fremont, and Arlo of Neligh; 13 grandchildren, 20 great grandchildren; two brothers, Roy of Winner, SD, and Lester of Chicago, Ill.
He was preceded in death by his parents, one son, Lyle Rice; one daughter Lenora Jacobsen; three brothers, Clarence, Floyd and Louis Rice; and one sister Wilda Rice.
Funeral services will be conducted at 11:00 a.m., Friday, Nov. 13, 1981, from Concordia Lutheran Church with the Rev. Donald L. Braunersreuther, pastor, officiating. Interment will be made in the Clearwater Cemetery with Del Wayne, Dennis, Douglas, Michael, Ron, Mark, and Greg Rice serving as casket bearers.
Honorary bearers will be Leon Northouse, Chris Schleck, Rick Bolling, Ron Dittmer, Bill Kruger III, and Doug Schueths."
As per Merle "Bud" Rice to author, Feb. 1992 "Alvie had a scar on top of his head from Floyd Rice throwing a frozen cow turd at him." "Also, prior to 1936 Alvie was chopping wood on the Elkhorn River and nearly cut his toe off. Alvie made it to Dr. Bennie at Clearwater, NE and he finished removing his toe. In those days the doc would just throw a severed toe out in the back alley. Seems some guys from the local Ford garage then surprised Alvie by mailing the 'toe' back to him."
From "Clearwater Record" Friday June 28, 1935:
"Farmer Loses Big Toe
Tuesday of this week Alva Rice was unfortunate in losing one of his big toes. He was chopping with an axe and in some way the axe glanced and cut the big toe on his right foot nearly off. He was brought to town and Dr. Bennie completed the job. That's a tough break Alva and we are hoping you are round
again in a short time with no serious affects."
As related by Virgil and Arlo Rice to the author 5/25/1992:
"Alvie and George Rice had just had a farm sale and put the money in the bank at Orchard, NE. The bank didn't open the next morning, but Alvie was still held responsible for a loan he had out with the bank for some equipment. Later the sheriff came collecting."
From the "Antelope Co. History" page 274:
"Owners of the Citizens State Bank were T.A. Drayton, President; and L.M. Drayton, Cashier. The bank failed in 1934 probably due to the severe drought affecting the local farmers."
DWS:14 Jan 1920 Census Royal Twp, Antelope county, Nebraska sheet 14A
Head - Rice Alva J age 23, b. Nebr, parents both b. Iowa, was a farmer
Wife - Selma W age 19, b. Nebr, Father b. Germany, mother b. Indiana
Son - Virgil E age 1 7/12 b. Nebr
Son - Lyle E age 0/12 b. Nebr
DWS: 25 April 1930 Census Eden Twp, Antelope county, Nebraska sheet 4A
this township is north of Brunswick
Head - Rice Alva age 33, marr. at age 21, b. Nebr, parents both b. Iowa, was a farmer
Wife - Selma age 29, marr. at age 18, b. Nebr, Father b. Germany, mother b. Indiana
Son - Virgil age 11 b. Nebr
Son - Lyle age 10 b. Nebr
Dau - Lenora age 8 b. Nebr
Son - Merle age 6 b. Nebr
Son - Delmer age 5 b. Nebr
Son - Loren age 4 b. Nebr
Son - Arlo age 2 b. Nebr
Selma Wilhemina Rabbass
DWS: 1900 census of Haymow Twp, Stanton Co. Nebraska 8 Jun 1900
shows name as Mary. Maybe she was born on the farm in Stanton county rather than in town of Wisner which was 6 miles east of the farm in Cuming county?
DWS: 1910 census of Verdigris Township, Antelope Co. Nebraska 24 April, 1910
this was near Royal known then as Savage, Nebraska.
Her name appears as Selma
Some clippings from "Orchard News" as seen on micro at NE State Hist Society
Note:The Rices lived in the "Highland" area as they are often mentioned
The Rabbass's lived in the "Pleasant Valley" area near Orchard, Nebraska.
6/5/1914 "Grandpa Rice is in quite poor health"
6/12/1914 "Mrs. Ludwick is visiting her father Grandpa Rice, who is in poor
health. Freda and Louie Rabbass spent Tuesday at the Pravitz home"
6/19/1914 "Selma Rice spent Saturday night with Lillian Frahm"
7/10/1914 "Grandpa Rice still very poorly"
7/31/1914 "Grandpa Rice is very low. Two of his daughters are with him, Mrs.
Ludwick and Mrs. Pierce of Creston, Iowa."
10/23/1914 "Grandpa Rice is visiting his daughter, Mrs. Ludwick at Loretta and Clara Trease is visiting her parents in Iowa."
11/13/1914 "Selma and Alma Rabbass spent Sunday afternoon at Henry Frahm home"
12/04/1914 "Carl and August Rabbas were called to Wisner Monday morning owing to the illness of their Mother"
12/11/1914 "Carl and August Rabbas returned home from Cedar Bluffs Sat. night"
01/08/1915 "Selma and Freda Rabbass were guests of Miss Minnie Pravitz New Years Day"
01/15/1915 "Albert and Harvey Rabbass spent Sunday with Louie Rabbass"
05/14/1915 "Hattie and Freda Rabbass spent Sunday with Minnie Pravitz."
10/01/1915 "Mrs. Rabbass and children returned Tuesday from a visit with
relatives at Cedar Bluffs."
10/15/1915 "Louie and Alvin Rabbass spent Sunday at the August Rabbass home"
10/22/1915 "Mrs. Carl Rabbass and daughters Hattie and Irene and son Harold
spent Tuesday at Ray Eyer home. Albert Rabbass spent Sunday with
05/12/1916 "Born to Mr. and Mrs. Carl Rabbass on Wednesday 6/11/1916 a son"
10/06/1916 "Mrs. Carl Rabbass's Mother of Wisner is visiting this week."
"Hattie Rabbass is visiting relatives in Cedar Bluffs."
12/22/1916 "Rudolph Rabbass visited Rabbass home"
01/26/1917 "Alva Rice has been working for E. P. Springfield this week."
06/30/1917 "Mr. and Mrs. Carl Rabbass and Alma, Harold, Irene and Leonard
visited Ray Eyer home"
07/06/1917 "Wm. Rice and Son and Clara Trease autoed to Loretto, Friday"
11/19/1917 "Earl Ziegenbein, Clyde Eyer and wives and Estella, Leander and
Alvie Rice, Hattie, Selma, Freda, Louie and Alma Rabbass,
Gladys Eyer, and Blaine Hummell spent Sunday at the J.M. Grove home"
12/21/1917 "Wedding "Russell Burch and Miss Hattie Rabbass 12/19/1917 at
Neligh... Parents Mr. and Mrs. Frank Burch and Mr. and Mrs. Carl
Rabbass of Northeast of Orchard."
02/01/1918 "Floyd Rice and Adabelle Butterfield married 01/30/1918. Parents
are Mr. and Mrs. Fred Butterfield and Mr. and Mrs. George Rice."
03/08/1918 "HYMENEAL - Alva Rice son of Mr. and Mrs. George Rice and Miss
Selma Rabbass, daughter of Mr. and Mrs. Carl Rabbass were united
in marriage Wednesday afternoon by County judge Ingram at Neligh.
A reception was given at the home of the bride's parents Wednesday night to
relatives and close friends of the wedded couple.
They will make their home on a farm northwest of town.
The NEWS, together with their numerous friends extend their
07/12/1918 "Mr. and Mrs. Russell Burch had a boy Wednesday 7/10/1918"
DWS:In an interview with the author March of 1992, Selma said she was born at Wisner, NE. Also, that she had spent a year while in high school in Cedar Bluffs, NE, to help her grandmother. She had ridden the train.
(Author's note: Cedar Bluffs is located approximately 5 miles south and 10 miles west of Fremont in Dodge Co NE.)
OBIT from Neligh News and Leader February 15, 1995
"Selma Rice - Funeral services for Selma W. Rice will be held at 11 a.m. Thursday, Febr. 16, at Concordia Lutheran Church in Clearwater with the Rev. Todd Schlechte officiating. Burial will be in the Clearwater Cemetery with Greg, Del Wayne, Doug, Dennis, Mark, Ron and Mike Rice serving as pallbearers.
She was born in Wisner on May 17, 1900, the daughter of Carl and Clara (Antony)(SIC) Rabbass, and died at the Neligh Nursing Center on Febr. 11, 1995, at the age of 94 years, eight months and 24 days.
She was baptized on June 17, 1900, and was confirmed in the Lutheran faith on April 2, 1916. In 1910 she moved with her family to Royal where she attended Pleasant Valley School.
On March 6, 1918, she married Alva J. Rice in Neligh. The couple farmed near Royal and Orchard and moved to a farm near Clearwater in 1932. They moved into Clearwater in 1936 and her husband established Rice Feed and Trucking which he operated with their son, Lyle, for many years. He died on November 10, 1981. Mrs. Rice continued to live in Clearwater until 1987 when she moved to Neligh.
She was active for many years in the Concordia Lutheran Church and was a life member of the American Legion Auxiliary.
Survivors include five sons, Virgil and Loren of Omaha, Merle of Crete, Delmer of Fremont and Arlo of Neligh: 13 grandchildren; 18 great-grandchildren; one brother, Harold Rabbass of Blair; and one sister Irene Frahm of Page.
She was preceded in death by her parents; husband; one son, Lyle; one daughter, Lenora Jacobsen; three brothers, Louis, Alva and Leonard Rabbass; and three sisters, Hattie Burch, Alma Rabbass and Freda Glampe.
Huffman's Snider Chapel was in charge of the arrangements.
dws ancestry.com 2 Jan 2013
research yet to be done on tree
Roy Mayhew Conger
DWS: Roy was maternal grandfather to my wife Mary Jo Rice. She was close to her GrandFather. They played cribbage (cards) after she got off school as she waited for her ride home.
He died of cancer age 71.
DWS: ancestry.com: in the U.S., World War I Draft Registration Cards, 1917-1918
dws viewed image
Name: Roy Mayhew Conger
Address: Neligh, Antelope, Nebr
Birth Date: 13 Sep 1898
Employer: Elias Conger
Where employed: Neligh, Antelope, Nebr
Married or Single:
Nearest Relative: Elias Conger, Neligh, Antelope, Nebr
Descrptn: Medium height, slght build, green eyes, brown hair
Date of Registration: 12 Sept 1918
DWS: from Antelope County, Nebr marriage records:
Connelly, Margaret ; Conger, Roy M. ; 06/25/1920
DWS: 1910 Fed census Neligh, Antelope, Nebraska
living with parents
Elias Conger 56 head b. Indiana, marr 32 yrs, parents b. Ohio, farmer
Sarah E Conger 50 wife b. NC, marr 32 yrs, 10 ch, 4 living,
Elias G Conger 16 son, single, b. Nebraska
Nellie M Conger 15 dau, single, b. Nebraska
Roy N Conger 11 son, single, b. Nebraska
Josie M Conger 9 dau, single, b. Nebraska
DWS: 1920 Fed census Neligh, Antelope, Nebraska
living with parents.
Elias Conger 65 head b. Indiana, parents b. Ohio, farmer, owned farm
Sarah E Conger 60 wife, b. North Carolina as were parents
Roy M Conger 21 son single b. Nebraska
Josie Conger 19 dau single b. Nebraska
Elias G Conger 26 son married b. Nebraska
Olive E Conger 23 dau-in-law married b. Nebraska
Phillip G Conger 1 grandson single b. Nebraska
DWS: 1930 Fed Census Neligh, Antelope Co, NE 12 May 1930
Conger, Roy 32 head marr at age 22, b. Nebraska, Fa. b. Indiana, Mo. b. North Carolina, farmer
Margaret 32 wife marr at age 22, b. Nebraska, Fa. b. Iowa, Mo. b. Iowa
Gerald 5 son b. Nebr
Mary 2 dau b. Nebr
DWS: 1940 Fed census Neligh, Antelope, Nebraska
Name: Roy Conger
Estimated birth year: abt 1899
Marital Status: Married
Relation to Head of House: Head
Home in 1940: Neligh, Antelope, Nebraska
Inferred Residence in 1935: Neligh, Antelope, Nebraska
Residence in 1935: Same Place, Antelope, Nebraska
Sheet Number: 4A
Number of Household in Order of Visitation: 77
House Owned or Rented: Rented
Value of Home or Monthly Rental if Rented: 10
Attended School or College: No
Highest Grade Completed: High School, 4th year
Hours Worked Week Prior to Census: 60
Class of Worker: Working on own account
Weeks Worked in 1939: 52
Income Other Sources: Yes
Roy Conger 41 head b. Nebr, farmer, 4 yrs H.S.
Margaret Conger 41 wife b. Nebr, 2 yrs college
Gerald Conger 15 son b. Nebr, 1 yr H.S.
Marylen Conger 11 dau b. Nebr, 6th grade
Jack Conger 5 son b. Nebr, 1st grade
Pat Conger 3 son b. Nebr
Lester Burge 20 hired man, single, b. Nebr
DWS: Ancestry.com: in the U.S., Social Security Death Index, 1935-2014
Name: Roy Conger
68756 Neligh, Antelope, Nebraska, USA
BORN: 13 Sep 1898
Died: Oct 1969
State (Year) SSN issued: California (1954)
Source: Richard E. Henthorn 5403 76th Ave Hyattsville, MD 20784-1705 Email:
Rhenthorn1@aol.com (301) 459-0535
AKA: His middle name is spelled, Mayhew in the family Bible. His daughter thought he spelled his middle name, Mayhue.
RESIDENCES: As of Sep 1932 Neligh, NE; 1 year in Sacremento, CA
OCCUPATION: farmer; insurance
DEATH: 6 Oct 1969 at Neligh, Antelope, NE at age 71, from cancer.
Roy Conger Succumbs Roy M. Conger, 71, life-long resident of the Neligh, [NE] community, died at Antelope Memorial Hospital in Neligh on October 6, 1969.
Rosary will be held at 7:30 p.m. Wednesday, October 8, at Hoepfinger Home for Funerals, and Funeral Mass at 10:00 a.m., Thursday, October 9, at St. Francis Catholic Church in Neligh, with Father Steffensmeier officiating. Burial will be in Laurel Hill Cemetery, Neligh. Music will be furnished by Mrs. Bud Furstenau, organist, and Mrs. Robert Adams and Dale Russell. Serving as pallbearers will be Carl Schrader, Clarence Johnson, Rolly Johnson, Bob Flenniken, Oscar Krohn and Jack Bonge.
Roy Mayhue Conger was born September 13, 1898 at Neligh to Elias Conger and Sarah Garner Conger.
He attended school in Antelope County and graduated from Neligh High School.
On June 26, 1920, he was married to Margaret Connelly, at Neligh, who preceded him in death on February 5, 1953. To this union four children were born.
On November 3, 1957, he was married to Ione Mae Nuttelmann, at Neligh.
Mr. Conger had farmed all of his life until he moved to Neligh in 1957. He served twenty-five years as a member of the School Board of District No. 15; he was one of the founders of the 4-H Clubs in Antelope County; charter member of Neligh Lions Club; former president of Neligh Chamber of Commerce; secretary-manager of Antelope Mutual Insurance Co.; served on the Antelope County Selective Service Board; and was a former president of the Union Oil Company. He was a life-long (sic) member of St. Francis Catholic Church of Neligh. [Note: He became a member at the time of his first marriage.]
The Nebraska State Corn Picking Contest was held on his farm on October 8, 1959.
Survivors include his wife, Ione Mae; his four children, Gerald and Jack Conger of Palos Verdes, California, Mrs. Arlo (Madelyn) Rice of Neligh, and Patrick of Rosemead, California; a sister, Mrs. Irvin (sic) Wagner, Oakdale, a brother, Elias Conger of Pender; and ten grandchildren.
He was preceded in death by his parents, his first wife, six sisters and one brother.
(Source: undated clipping, includes photograph - furnished by JoNelle Linnaus)
Margaret Mary Connelly
DWS: from Antelope County, Nebr marriage records:
Connelly, Margaret ; Conger, Roy M. ; 06/25/1920
DWS: From papers received from Terry Connelly to Madelyn (Conger) Rice 1996:
Date of death 2/5/1953 at Neligh NE.
DWS: 1900 Fed Census Warnerville precinct, Madison county, Nebr 18 June 1900
living with parents.
both parents: could read and write, owned home on a farm with a mortgage
Conley, John M 32 head b. May 1862 Wisc, married 6 yrs, parents both b. Ireland, was a farmer,
Mary A 27 wife b. Oct 1872 Iowa, married 6 yrs, mother of 3 ch, all liv, parents both b. Ireland
Nora F 4 dau b. Sept 1895 Nebr
Margaret 2 dau b. June 1897 Nebr
Florence 1 dau b. Feb 1899 Nebr
DWS: 1910 Fed census Cedar precinct, Antelope county, Nebr 3-4 May 1910
living with parents
parents owned home
Connelly, John 42 head mar. 16 yrs, b. Wisc, both b. Ireland, farmer
Mary 37 wife b. Iowa, 8 ch, 7 living, parents both b. Ireland
Nora 14 dau b. Nebr,
Margaret 12 dau b. Nebr,
Hazel 11 dau b. Nebr,
Robert 9 son b. Nebr,
John 5 son b. Nebr,
Eineva 4 dau b. Nebr,
Mary J 2 dau b. Nebr,
DWS: 1920 Fed Census Custer precinct, Antelope county, Nebr 23-24 Jan 1920
living with parents
Parents owned home
Connelly, John 51 head b. Wisc, both b. Ireland, farmer
Mary 47 wife b. Iowa, parents both b. Ireland
Nora F 23 dau single b. Nebr, was a teacher
Margaret M 21 dau single b. Nebr, was a teacher
Hazel F 20 dau single b. Nebr, was a teacher
Robert J 19 son single b. Nebr, farm labor at home
John D 16 son single b. Nebr, farm labor at home
Neva A 14 dau b. Nebr,
Maryinis A 12 dau b. Nebr,
Anna J 9 dau b. Nebr,
Felix A 6 son b. Nebr
Eileen 3 4/12 dau b. Nebr
Source: Richard E. Henthorn 5403 76th Ave Hyattsville, MD 20784-1705 Email:
Rhenthorn1@aol.com (301) 459-0535
Problem: Was the date of birth 16 Jun 1897 or 17 Jun 1897? The obit lists, 16 Jun 1897.
RESIDENCES: Neligh, NE
" OBITUARY: Mrs. Conger Dies at 55; Services Held Here Monday Mrs. Roy Conger, 55, died suddenly Thursday afternoon, Febr. 5, at the hospital here after suffering internal hemorrhages. She had been admitted to the hospital the same morning.
Mrs. Conger had been a resident of this area 36 years.
Funeral services were held at St. Francis Catholic church here Monday morning and burial was in Laurel Hill cemetery.
The Rev. Roger Hayes conducted the services.
Pallbearers were Henry Hansen, Hugh Raymond, John Gadeken, Glen Murray, Floyd Carnes and Wayne Lorenzen.
Margaret Mary Conger, the daughter of John and Mary Connelly was one of 10 children and was born June 16, 1897 at Warnerville.
She was baptized and confirmed in the Roman Catholic church and attended grade schools in Tilden and Alliance. She was graduated from Sacred Heart high school in Omaha, [NE].
In 1916, she moved with her parents to a farm four miles north of Neligh and taught in Antelope county schools for five years prior to her marriage to Roy Conger June 26, 1920, at St. Francis church in Neligh.
To this union four children were born: Jerry of Sacramento, Calif.; Mrs. Arlo Rice of Neligh; Jack of the US Navy, now stationed in Maryland, and Pat, at home.
Mrs. Conger was active in church, school and community affairs.
She was preceded in death by her father and two sisters.
Her survivors include her husband and four children; her mother, Mrs. Jack Connelly of Los Angeles; two grandchildren; three brothers, Jack and Pat Connelly of Los Angeles and Robert of Omaha; four sisters, Mrs. Rue Cass of Omaha, Neva ... (Source: Neligh News, Neligh, NE, Thursday, February 12, 1953, page 1, - furnished by JoNelle Linnaus)
Henry Herman Schueth
DWS: My Grandfather whom I never met. He was already 43 years old when he married my Grandmother Elizabeth Thiele of whom I did know. So he was 56 years old when my father Henry Schueth, their 7th child was born. My Grandfather died when my dad was only 6 years old. He had owned part of a bank in Cedar Rapids, Nebraska and it went insolvent on October 17, 1934. He probably moved his family to Superior, Nebraska in part because of bancruptcy but also in shame. He traded free rent on the farm west of Superior for property he owned in Ewing Nebraska per Brother Florian to me (DWS).
DWS: From Brother Florian (Charles) Schueth notes and collections: Date of marriage shown as 11/29/1919? Author believes this to be a typo as it is the same month and date as Elizabeth (Thiele) Schueth's Birthday.
DWS: 1880 Fed Census St Charles Twp, Cuming Co, Nebr 23 June 1880
as a 5 year old son with his family.
Misspelled surname had been spelled as it was pronounced:
was shown as Scheat Charles at home #113 page 14 b
Scheat Charles age 33 farmer born Louisianna
Agnes, wife age 28 keeping home born Prussia
Charles son age 9 born in Nebraska
Casper son age 7 born in Nebraska
Henry son age 5 born in Nebraska
Gustavius son age 2 born in Nebraska
Christine dau age 1 born in Nebraska
DWS: U.S., World War I Draft Registration Cards, 1917-1918
Name: Henry Herman Schueth
Permanent Home Address: Humphrey, Platte Co, Nebr
Birth Date: 12 Apr 1875
US Citizen: nat born
Employer: C H Muff
Place of Employment: Clearwater, Holt county, Nebr
Nearest Relative: Charles Schueth
Relative's address: Humphrey, Platte Co, Nebr
Color of Eyes/Hair: blue/ dark brown
Signature: Henry Herman Schueth
registrar: Chas J Thielen
Date of card: Sept 12, 1918
DWS: 1900 Fed Census Humphrey Twp, Platte county, Nebraska 6 June 1930
Schueth Henry 25 single b. Apr 1875 Nebr, Father b. New Orleans, Mother b. Germany, farmer
he was living next to his brother Charles and his family
Schueth Charley 27 head b. June 1872 Nebr, Father b. New Orleans, Mother b. Germany, farmer
Clara 21 wife marr 2 yrs, 1 ch, 1 living, b. Nov 1878 Michigan, parents both b. Germany
Evelin 1 dau b. Mar 1899, Nebr
DWS: 1930 Fed Census Cedar Pct, Boone county, Nebraska 23 Apr 1930 sheets 11b & 12a
Head - Henry H 55 farmer rented marr age 44, b. Nebr, father b. Louisianna, mother b. Germany
Wife - Elizabeth G age 38 first married at age 28, b. Nebr, father b. Germany, mother b. Germany
Dau - Agnes G age 8 b. Nebr
Dau - Dellora H age 6 b. Nebr
Dau - Martha C age 5 b. Nebr
Son - Charles B age 2 7/12 b. Nebr
DWS: From a taped conversation with Brother Florian (Charles) Schueth and author Doug W Schueths (DWS) 18 April 1992 at Elgin, NE.:
Relating about the ancestors..
"These are stories that my dad used to tell when I was a little kid and I could have some things a little twisted but that's the way they come through to me today.
Doug Schueths.. "Now your dad inherited some land from his father, some in Cedar Rapids and some in Ewing?"
Charles .."Now the one at Ewing I think he got on his own. It was only a small acreage out of town. This was during the 30's and he was a stock holder at the Cedar Rapids Bank. The bank folded, so hence forth the stock holders had to stand good. Well, he couldn't, so he had to go bankrupt. And so he put the personal property under his wife's name, my mother, like the cows, the horses and the farm machinery and kitchen goods, you know.
(dws note: in the next paragraph Brother Florian (Charles) wasn't sure of the name of the guy in Ewing who ran a sale barn and was a wheeler-dealer of sorts. He thought the name was McKillip. But a 1910 census of Ewing shows a 'McCluse or McLure, Hay W" age 36 born Illionois, owned a Livery Barn in Ewing. This may of been the gentleman who traded free rent at a farm in Superior, Nebraska to Henry H Schueth for property in Ewing)
He dealt with a pretty important or well known real estate agent, a McKillip. I guess a lot of people knew about him, he had long hair. McKillip had dealings all over the state of Nebraska, so that my dad traded that little acreage he had in Ewing or near Ewing for 3 years free rent down in Superior, NE so my dad could, ... he couldn't face his creditors. So he got out of the way for 3 years. Well, that's where he died. He had five dollars to his name when he died!
My Great Grandfather was farming, too. And he always raised some cane for molasses. He sold molasses to anyone who'd come along. He stored it in 50 gallon barrels, these old wooden kegs, whiskey barrels. My dad and his brothers would always get sent over there to get some from him, for their folks. Well, they never would pick a warm morning. They always wanted to pick a cold morning, because my Great Grandfather had a hot temper, and they just liked to see him 'go off'! So, they'd always wait for a cold morning and they'd go and bring their gallon can for him to get out of these 50 gallon barrels. So they'd go over there and watch him. He'd pull the spigot and nothing would come. Well, he'd groan and pull a little futher, and all of a sudden a big 'galump' and he would get mad and start cussing! The kids would laugh and laugh.
There's another story about my dad and his two older brothers. They had to go to school in the winter time, the 3 months in the winter. They'd send them to school, but they'd never seem to get out the home, and dad's two older brothers would make my dad go on to school, while they snuck off and played 'hooky'.Well, what did they do all day? Well, they knew an old log cabin down by the creek where they spent the day playing cards. I suppose with a couple of other boys, too. And they thought they were getting along pretty good until one day a neighbor happened to walk through, see smoke coming out of that cabin. So the neighbor, he run quick to the village, or told someone anyway, that come on quick, we gotta get some men up. There's horse thieves down there by the creek.' And what do they do? When they got there, they found these little guys playing cards, heh, heh."
Doug Schueths.. "I suppose your dad was pretty quiet after he moved to Superior?"
Charles Schueth.. "Ya, well, it shook him. He was a happy go lucky guy, ordinarily. We had a dog, that was always too fast for the cows. It would be a good dog, but always chasing too fast. The dog would get carried away and chase the heck out of the cows. Well, my dad would head for the house for the shot gun, an the dog would head the other way as fast as he could go, 'cause he knew what was coming!
Doug Schueths.. "Now your dad had had a heart attack at this place?"
Charles Schueth.."Well that's another...; I'll tell you what happened. He sent the dog after the cows. We had woods in the pasture along the Republican River. He sent the dog after the cows and the dog didn't come back. Finally, the dog came back and no cows. When he sent him out again, well, the dog didn't come back that time. So, it was dark by then, he went himself after the cows, when the dog didn't come back. Well, then the first thing you know, my dad didn't come back. and mom was in bed yet, having a kid, the last kid you know, and she didn't know what to do. So she sent, me and Martha, to the neighbors, which is about a half a mile away. And to this day, I can't remember a darker night than that night. I was about eight years old then. We got down to them and got help. The whole neighborhood came down and was in that woods that night. Well, they hunt till midnight. When they come out, we found him coming in. He said he couldn't remember what he did. But that he'd woke up and was lost and could see town lights, a neighboring town. Well, anyway he knew he was going in the wrong direction, then. So he stuck a stick in along the river bank to see which way the river was running. So he headed back home and found his way out of the woods. Well, we speculate he'd had a stroke, passed out, and woke up lost. Dad was sick in bed for about 6 or 8 weeks after that. He never did feel quite right and later he died in his sleep next to mom in bed."
Doug Schueths.. "How long after this were you able to stay at the farm place?"
Charles Schueth.. "Well, the lease ran out right away. We only had 1 year at a time, then. They was feeling sorry for us, didn't have a penny to our name, a few cows, a few chickens, a few hogs, well, that's all we really had. She tried to make it by hiring a man the first year, but that she found out the end of the year that hiring a man was costing more than she made. (Author notes that the tape is bad at this point.)
My dad's tongue was the roughest thing. I never seen a guy in all my life have as rough a tongue as he had. We'd always ask to tell how it happened. his older two brothers on one cold morning told him to stick his tongue out and put it on the wagon wheel. He did, and well, he was a small kid and didn't know much about it and so tore the skin off his tongue. He said he lived on milk for 6 weeks after that while it healed.
DWS: From "Cedar Rapids, NE 1884-1984" 978.216 C389r: page 56
"It is not certain what happened to the First National Bank of Cedar Rapids, but it is assumed that due to the change of ownership it became the Citizens State Bank. On July 24, 1914, Charter 1237 was granted to the Citizens State Bank of Cedar Rapids by the State Department of Banking. Officers and directors were: Robert Allerton, president; A.C. Thompson, vice-president; Jas. A Gleason, cashier; J.P. Dunning and S. Peterson were directors. Beginning capital was $25,000.00. Later, John S. King became the president of the Citizens State Bank. Upon his death in July of 1930, Jacob W. Cox was elected president. Other officers were: H.T. Jackson, vice-president; J.N. Bowers, vice-president; H.M.Ripp, cashier; and N.F. Lowe, assistant cashier. The Board of Directors now consists of J.W. Cox, J.N. Bowers, H.H. Schueth, John C. Sievers, F.G. Walker, Charles F. Orshek, Peter J. Korth, J.A. Kleve, Henry Vanderloop, Jacob Rutten, R.G.Snyder, C.I. Casper, F.P. Wright, and H.T. Jackson. The above officers and directors, with Mrs Rachael A. King, now constitute the stockholders. Because of the depression and economic conditions, this bank became insolvent on October 17, 1934, and was taken over by the State Banking Department.
Between October 1934 and June 1936, the Cedar Rapids Community was served by a Co-op Credit Association run by H.T. Jackson and Gaylord Smith. The afore mentioned banks were located on the site of the Cedar Rapids State Bank Building."
DWS: From "Cedar Rapids, NE 1884-1984" 978.216 C389r: on page 173; a 1924 plat map shows C. Schueth as owning 160 acres in Section 3 just 2 miles east of Cedar Rapids in Boone Co., NE.
Elizabeth Gertrude Thiele
DWS:Her parents had intended her name to be Elizabeth Gertrude on birth certificate
but it was put on as Gertrude Elizabeth in mistake. She went by Elizabeth.
Note: In German church records the baptismal name comes before the given name. So Gertrude Elisabeth would probably be known as Elisabeth. For this case the names are reversed to recognize her name.
DWS: 1900 Fed Census Clearwater Twp, Wheeler county, NE
living with parents
her mother had had 8 ch and 7 living in 1900. Was a child born in 1891 who died? Father's notes show a son died in infancy.
Elizabeth G is shown born Nov 1892 ?? There was some indecision as age 8 was crossed out and 7 entered. DWS suspects a child was born and died in 1891 and our Elizabeth was born in 1892.
were neighbors of John and Annie Sehi, Carl and Angela Thiele, William Hupps
Thiele, John head, age 43 born Oct 1856 Germany + parents , marr 14 yrs, came America in 1881
__ Kallhoff, wife, age 32 born Mar 1869 Germany + parents, had 8 ch 7 living, came America in 1883
Joseph 14 son b. Jun 1886 Nebraska
Carl 12 son b. May 1888 Nebraska
Mary K 10 dau b. Mar 1890 Nebraska
Elizabeth G 7 dau b. Nov 1892 Nebraska
Gertie A 5 dau b. Nov 1894 Nebraska
Peter J 3 son b. Nov 1896 Nebraska
Frances A 1 dau b. Dec 1898 Nebraska
DWS: 1940 Fed Census Elgin vlg, Logan Twnsp, Antelope County, NE
Schueth, Elizabeth rented her home in Elgin for $10/month 48 years old widow 8th grade education born in Nebraska and lived previously in 1935 at Superior, Nebr on a farm. At home, unemployed.
Martha, dau age 15 single thru 2 yrs high school born Nebraska
Charles, son age 12 single thru 7th grade born Nebraska
Henry, son age 8 single thru 3rd grade born Nebraska
Margaret, dau age 6 single thru 1st grade born Nebraska
James, son age 4 no schooling born Nebraska
Elizabeth Ruterbories, daughter of John and Gertrude Kallhoff Thiele, was born Nov. 29,1891, at Clearwater, and departed this life April 8, 1975, at Antelope Memorial Hospital, Neligh, at the age of 83 years, 4 months, and 9 days.
She grew to womanhood on the farm of her parents in the St. John's Community southwest of Clearwater, and on Nov. 18, 1918, in St. John's Church, was united in marriage with Henry Schueth. This couple farmed a number of years at Ewing, Cedar Rapids and Superior. To this union five sons and four daughters were born. Mr. Schueth died at Superior, in February, 1937.
In March of 1940, Mrs. Schueth moved to Elgin with her children where she resided until her marriage with Joseph M. Ruterbories in St. Boniface Church on July 30, 1971. Since their marriage this couple have resided at Oakdale.
Mrs. Ruterbories was a long time member of St. Boniface Church at Elgin and was a member of the Christian Mother's Society.
Survivors include her husband Joseph Ruterbories of Oakdale; three sons: Brother Florian (Charles), St. Nazianz, Wisc., Henry Schueth of Elgin, and James Schueth of Fountain Valley, Calif.; four daughters: Mrs. William (Agnes) Lattin, Ketchikan, Alaska, Mrs. Martin (Dellora) Thomas, El Paso, Tex., Mrs. Phil (Martha) Colaiannia, Lakewood, Colo., and Mrs. John J. (Margaret) McManaman, of Omaha; seven stepsons: Duane Ruterbories of Creighton, Bernard, James, and Francis Ruterbories of Oakdale, Lawrence Ruterbories of Hazelwood, Mo., and Vincent and Caryl Ruterbories both of Tilden: three stepdaughters: Mrs. Kathleen Rothlisberger of Omaha, Mrs. Gregor (Patricia) 0'Shea, Barnhart. Mo., and Mrs. James Jirousek of Omaha; 10 grandsons, 6 granddaughters, 1 great granddaughter, 16 step grandchildren, 2 step great grandchildren; two sisters: Mrs. Peter (Mary) Rose of Grand Island. and Mrs. Leo (Cecelia) Vandersnick of Ewing; other relatives and many friends.
She was preceded in death by her parents. husband Henry Schueth in 1937. and two infant sons John and William Schueth; 4 brothers: Joe, Carl, Pete and Ferdinand Thiele; and 2 sisters: Gertrude Vandersnick. and Frances Bayers.
Funeral services were conducted at 10:00 a.m. Friday. April 11, 1975, from St. Boniface Church in Elgin with the Rev. Hugh Schwartz, Pastor, officiating.
Interment was made in St. Patrick's Cemetery near Clearwater, with Donald Schueth, August Thiele, Clarence Bayers, Louis Vandersnick, Doyle Ruterbories and Vincent Ruterbories serving as casket bearer.
John Henry Schueth
Died as infant. Date of death was most likely in 1920 as per Brother Florian to the author.
Brother Charles Bernard (Florian) Schueth
DWS:Entered Salvatorian Father's Society at Jordan Seminary 5 Aug 1950.
Lives at St. Nazianz, Wisc. as a Brother.
From a tape made talking with the author Doug Schueths 4/18/1992:" Dust Storms in the 1930's in Nebraska.. "Our Aunts Eleanor and Margaret, two old maid aunts who lived in Denver. Well, it was March 15, 1935, so they said they'd never forget that date all the rest of their lives because along about 12:00 or 1:00 o'clock the wind came up, the clouds came up, and dust started blowing. It blew all that day until about 9:00 o'clock that night. My dad was out in the field discing for oats, and all about 4:00 o'clock he figured it was a little too much, so he come in. We stayed in the house till about 9:00 o'clock that evening when it did die down. Then in the house it was pretty near a 1/2 inch of dust. It coated everything, it was all over. You couldn't get it out. It was in your teeth, it was in your shoes, it was in no matter what! It wasn't sand, it was dust, that talcum powder stuff. Well, the sisters, my aunts, said they'd never forget that day. It was the first storm they'd been to with all that dust. It was later that same year or a year later, I can't remember; it was a beautiful Sunday morning, you couldn't ask for anything nicer. We had mass at 11:00 o'clock, yet in Superior. while we were in church the wind came up and the dust come up. Well, it was about a quarter to 12:00 o'clock; we were headed home and about half way home we got stuck in the middle of the state highway in the dust! It (the state highway dept.) had put out snow fences, like they do for snow, and it had covered the snow fences, blown onto the road deep enough for us to get stuck!
It was about a foot deep in the road! That was a little later that '35. I think '36 or '37. We always had plenty of wind and plenty of clouds, but very little rain and a lot of dust. If the wind was in the south, it turned red. The dust was blowing all the way from Oklahoma. We always knew when it was coming from Oklahoma cause it was red."
DWS: Florian Schueth
"Published in the Milwaukee Journal Sentinel on 10/24/2007
Schueth, Br. Florian SDS (Birth name: Charles) October 20, 2007. Age 80. Born August 12, 1927, son of the late Henry and Elizabeth Schueth, of Elgin, Nebraska. Entered the Society of the Divine Savior (Salvatorians) in St. Nazianz, WI, and made his Profession of Vows on March 19, 1952. Worked as a farmer and groundskeeper in the community's seminaries in Lanham, MD, and St. Nazianz, WI, until his retirement in 2001. Survived by his sisters, Agnes (William) Lattin of Ward Cove, AK, Martha Coloiannia of Denver, CO, Margaret (John) McManaman of Norfolk, NE, his brothers, Henry of Elgin, NE, and James of Arlington Heights, IL, numerous nieces and nephews, and his Salvatorian Community family. Preceded in death by his parents, two brothers, William and John, and a sister, Dellora. Funeral Mass Friday, October 26, 11 AM at The Chapel, at Alexian Village, 9301 N. 76th St. Visitation Friday at The Chapel from 10 AM until time of Mass. Burial will be Friday, 3 PM at Salvatorian Cemetery in St. Nazianz, WI. SCHRAMKA FUNERAL HOME Milwaukee (414) 464-4040"
Died as infant
James Paul Schueth
DWS: from Jim personally. He served in US Army as a company clerk at Kassel Germany 1954-1955
" James P. Schueth, 79, formerly of Elgin, NE, passed away, Friday, November 7, 2014 at the Norfolk Veterans Home in Norfolk, NE.
A Mass of Christian Burial will be 10:30 a.m. Wednesday, November 12, 2014 at St. Boniface Catholic Church in Elgin, NE with Rev. Ross Burkhalter officiating. Interment will be Wednesday afternoon at St. Patrick’s Cemetery, rural Clearwater, NE with military rites. Visitation will be 5-7:30p.m. Tuesday at Huffman-Levander Funeral Home in Elgin, NE with a 7:30 p.m. wake service.
James Paul Schueth, son of Henry and Elizabeth (Thiele) Schueth, was born October 28, 1935 at Superior, NE. He moved with his family to Elgin, NE in 1940 and graduated from St. Boniface School in Elgin, NE in 1953. He entered the U.S. Army Sept. 3, 1953 and was honorably discharged in August of 1956. He attended the University of Nebraska-Lincoln, where he received a degree in Economics and Business Organization.
He worked for Multigraphics in Lincoln, NE, San Jose, CA, Cleveland, OH, Anaheim, CA, and Chicago, IL, where he lived until he retired do to ill health.
Many years of business travel allowed him to see most of the USA and a few foreign countries. Jim was an avid golfer and played on over 120 courses in 14 states, Mexico and the Bahamas.
He returned to the Elgin area in 2009. At the time of his death, he resided at the Veterans Home in Norfolk, NE.
Jim is survived by a brother: Henry and wife Rosie of Elgin, NE; a sister: Martha Coliannia of Denver, CO; and numerous nieces and nephews.
He was preceded in death by his parents, three sisters: Agnes Latin and husband Bill; Delora Thomas and husband Martin; Margaret McManaman and husband Jack; one brother: Brother Florian (Charles) Schueth SDS, and brother-in-law Phil Coliannia."
Frederick William Schindler
DWS: 1920 Census Ewing Twp, Holt co, NE 19 Jan 1920 by Frank G Schmidt Sheets 8A-8B
Schindler, Fred W Jr, head, rents, age 26, born Nebr, Fa. b. Mahren Austria, Mo. b. Bohemia, farmer
Lucy wife, age 22, born Mahren Au, parents b. Mahren Austria, immigrated 1910, citizen1916
Lambert L, son, age 2 5/12, born Nebraska
Maxicae? W, son, age 7/12 , born Nebraska
Tagel, John bro-in-law, age 25, single, b. Mahren Austria, immig 1910, not yet a citizen, farm laborer
Tagel, William bro-in-law, age 21, single, b. Mahren Austria, immig 1910, not yet a citizen, farm laborer
They lived as neighbors to Ernest Bollwitt family, Leo Vandersnick, John Bauer, Charles Shore?
DWS: 1930 Fed census Logan twp, Antelope Co, NE 23 Apr 1930
Shindler, Fred W 36 farmer, b. Nebr, parents b. Austria, was 26 (sic) when first married
" Lucy T 33 wife b. Austria as were parents, was 19 when first married
" Lambert L 13 son b. Nebr
" Max W 10 son b. Nebr
" Sylvester L 9 son b. Nebr
" Vincent F 7 son b. Nebr
" Betty A 5 dau b. Nebr
" Mary J 3/12 dau b. Nebr
DWS: 1940 Fed Census Logan Twshp, Antelope Co, NE
Schindler, Fred age 47,married, born Nebr, rented farm, had 3 years college, farming
Lucy, wife, age 42, married, born Austria, thru 8th grade
Max, son age 20, single thru 2 yrs high school, born Nebraska, farming
Sylvester,(shown ??ab absent-away at college?), son age 19 single thru 1 yr college, born Nebraska
Vincent, son age 17, single thru 1 yr high school, born Nebraska, farm labor
Betty, dau age 15, single thru 8th grade, born Nebraska
Mary Jean, dau age 10, single thru 4th grade, born Nebraska
Rose Marie, dau age 4, single, born Nebraska
DWS: The only Grandpa this author (Doug W Schueths) ever knew. Grandpa entertained my brother Dave and me many a summer day driving tractor in his hayfields & hunting rabbits, pheasant, quail and coyotes at his farm in the sand hills west of Elgin Nebraska. He would pick us up from Elgin after school to help with little chores or to be his "bird-dog" and walk the plum thickets to chase out pheasants or coyotes. He'd buy 'Davie' and 'Dougie' a box of 50 "22-short" rifle shells to last the whole summer. We learned to aim well and not waste shots.
He grew watermelons on his farm in the Nebraska sandhills west of Elgin so he'd have kids sneaking into the patch at night in the fall of the year. He got a big kick out of shooting his double barrelled 12 gauge in the air to scare the kids away. He let me plant about 200 hills of acorn squash and you can imagine the abundance of melons and squash to sell out of the trunk of his '63 Chevy. We'd park in front of the funeral home off main street in Elgin or in front of the sale barn. Grandpa would visit with everyone! He knew everyone. The '63 Chevy was a light blue four door with a 3 speed stick shift on the column. He'd accelerate with this car in 1st gear on his sandtrails (similar to roads but more closely resembling animal trails) to the engine's limit then drop it right into 3rd gear. Of course the engine would clatter and choke struggling to maintain speed much less continue to accelerate. He just say 'damn Chevy.'
In Oct of 1964 Fred and grandson Larry Schindler captured a porcupine on the "Grant Place" located 3 m south and 3 m west of Elgin. It was placed in a chicken cage and displayed at our home in Elgin to the amusement of the local kids.
Fred loved to read. He would drive to the mailbox and read the mail and the paper sitting in the car in front of the mailbox. This could be from a half-hour to a couple hours. He was so insistant on reading the mail that in the earlier 1960's he braved a blizzard and 20 below 0 temps to walk the 2 miles and back to get his mail. He got frost bitten ears and a chewed butt from his kids and grandkids.
From "Elgin, NE Centennial 1889-1989":
"Fred Schindler, son of Ferdinand and Elizabeth (Latzel) Schindler, was born on June 10, 1893 in a sod house southwest of Ewing, NE. He attended District #146 of Ewing. After taking a Normal Training course for eight months in Fremont, NE, he taught school for three years in Holt and Wheeler Counties.
Lucy Tagel, daughter of Ludwig and Lucy (Huffman) Tagel, was born Dec. 31, 1896 at Hersogsdorf, Austria. She came to America in 1910 at the age of 14. She attended the Ewing Public School.
Fred and Lucy were united in marriage on June 20, 1916, at Ewing, NE. After teaching school, Fred farmed in the Ewing area from 1918 to 1924. In 1924 they moved to Elgin, where Fred engaged in farming until his retirement....
Lucy was a tallented seamstress, having learned to sew when she first came to America. She was a member of the St. Boniface Altar Society until her death on Jan. 30, 1964.
Fred kept bees for many years and loved to hunt, fish, and read. He belongs to the Knights of Columbus and was a member of St. Boniface Church in Elgin.
Fred married Laura (Bauwens) Tagel on Sept. 12, 1975(in error - DWS should be 1970?), and moved to Neligh at that time."
From "History of Ewing, NE" 978.255 Ew5h
"The early settlers knew that education went hand in hand with their religion and attempting to educate their children came foremost. So they formed a school that later was District 118. This schoolhouse was on the southwestern corner of Section 4. (Deloit Township)
The Holt County records show that the District was organized in August, 1884. There were accurate records unitl about 1900. As far as I know it was called the Lappen school in the first years... the name was changed to Pleasant Valley in about 1918 or 1920.
"... Teachers we find received a salary of $25.00 for the whole term to $400.00 and better a month. The list of teachers includes: E.L.Davies, Endora Mc Dermat, Alvina Dawson, Zoe Bethea, Myrtle Dawson, Maggie Latzel, Fred Schindler, Lethea Mc KAmy, Aleen Bethea, Eunice Bethea,... The school terms ranged from three months to nine months."
FREDERICK SCHINDLER NELIGH - Services for Frederick W. Schindler, 96, Neligh, will be Monday at 10 a.m. at St. Francis Catholic Church here. His son, the Rev. Frederic Schindler, will officiate with burial in West Cedar Valley Cemetery in Elgin. Visitation will be Sunday, 3 - 6 p.m., at Hoepfinger-Beyer Funeral Home in Neligh and after 7 p.m.at the church, where there will be a 7:30 prayer service.
Mr. Schindler died Thursday at the Neligh Nursing Center.
The son of Ferdinand and Elizabeth (Latzel) Schindler was born June 10, 1893, southwest of Ewing. He attended Midland College in Fremont and taught for three years in Wheeler and Holt counties.
On June 20, 1916, he married Lucy Tagel at St. Peter's Catholic Church in Ewing. The couple farmed near Ewing until moving to Elgin in 1923.
They farmed until his wife's death Jan. 31, 1964. On Sep. 11, 1970, he married Laura Tagel and moved to Neligh where he resided until his death.
He was a member of the Knights of Columbus. Survivors include his wife of Neligh; four sons, Lambert and Max of Elgin, the Rev. Frederic of Elkhorn and Vincent of Neligh; three daughters, Mrs. John (Betty) Thiele of Clearwater, Mary Jean Meusch of Stuart and Mrs. Henry (Rose) Schueths of Elgin; 37 grandchildren and 71 great-grandchildren; one brother, Otto Schindler of Elgin; and two sisters, Josephine Rotert of Norfolk and Clara Kerkman of David City. He was preceded in death by his parents, first wife, one son in infancy, three sisters, six brothers and one grandson.
The following was transcribed by Rosie Schueths from Elgin Review articles saved by Snooks Koinzan
My Trip Abroad Written by Fred Schindler, Sept. 1966
Last winter Father Frederic Schindler and I decided to make a trip to Europe this summer. With permission granted to Father Frederic, we then set about making the preliminary preparations. Passports had to be procured and small pox vaccinations received. Since we wished to make a trip to Czechoslovakia, a visa for that purpose was also on the agenda.
Abbot Anselm suggested that since he and Fr. Raphael would be in Europe in the fall, it might be well to procure a Volkswagen which both Father and I could use for our trip and when we were finished using it we could leave it for them to pick up and use later. It was purchased through the Volkswagen dealer in Omaha.
After all preparations were made, we had a family get-to-gather at my home before departure. It was good to see how interested everyone was in the two who would be neophyte travelers of the Schindler clan.
Betty, Rose Marie and Mary Jean were most helpful arranging last minute details, even to the point of sewing inside pockets in our trousers for the purpose of carrying our travelers checks, passports, etc. The 'Peters Travel Agency' handled the purchase of tickets and reservations on the steamship, Hanseatic, a German ship.
On May 30 we left Elkhorn, NE about 7:00 a.m., crossed the Missouri River via the Mormon Bridge in North Omaha. Once on the Interstate 80, we make excellent time, stopped at Aurora, Ill., the first night and Milan, Ohio, the birthplace of Thomas Edison, the second night. We left Milan about 7:30 a.m., took Interstate and Toll way to Morristown, N.J., where we parked the car for the summer and stayed at Mary’s Abbey that night.
The next day, the Fraters drove us into Newark to Mary’s Priory, from there we took a subway into New York. We arrived at Dr. John Tarsneys and Charlenes, who is my granddaughter about 11:00 a.m., had a light lunch and then Charlene took us for a boat ride around Manhattan Island on the Circle line, an excellent way to see New York City. The trip took about three hours. We saw the New York skyline, passed Ellis Island and Statue of Liberty and got a good view of the New York buildings. From there it was St. Patrick’s Cathedral and the Empire State Building. The view of Manhattan from the Empire State Building was beautiful. The next day after lunch John and Charlene accompanied us to pier 40, where the Hanseatic was docked. We passed customs, etc. and then with John and Charlene made inspection of our cabin and took a curiosity tour of the ship. We were at supper below the deck when the ship was moved from the dock. Coming upon the deck, we were sailing out of the Hudson passing the New York skyline, Statue of Liberty, Washington Bridge- magnificent views, our first time at sea was a fascinating experience.
June 4, our first day at sea, Father Frederick read his Mass as usual in the concert room. The day was spent touring the ship, meeting people, getting acquainted. The food was very good and our table waiters were polite and courteous.
Recreation on board ship was varied: movies, concerts, talent programs, dances and etc. On June 5,6,7 and 8, all went with the usual routine. The seas were rough and I suffered from sea sickness.
On June 9, the ship arrived at Cherbourg, France. The first sight of Europe was unforgettable. The port of Cherbourg is not too elaborate. It was interesting to see ships arrive and depart. They were mostly of the ferry type, taking on and discharging their cargo of all kinds of vehicles, cars, trucks and passengers. Later in the afternoon, we departed for Southhampton. The docks at Southhampton were jammed with English ships due to the maritime strike, Some were England’s prize passenger ships. The Hanseatic looked small in comparison.
About 11:00 p.m., we were prepared to receive a radiogram, the message read, 'Happy Birthday.' The next day was my 73rd birthday anniversary, a joyous relief. We returned from the radio station grateful to Dr. John and Charlene for the thoughtfulness. On June 10, we arose early to get a good daylight view of Southhampton. It was our first good look at England. As the Hanseatic pulled out from dock, we got a good view again of all the docked ships of the English fleet. The coast lines with the little towns , castles and country sides were pretty. We viewed with the hopeful anticipation that in a few weeks we would be back in England on our way home. These
anticipations did not materialize because of the T.W.A. strike. We were routed to U.S.A. via Brussels, the trip north up the channel was interesting. We noted particularly, the white cliffs of Dover and by chance we made the acquaintance of a couple from Omaha, NE. They do not live very far from Vincent and LaRaine. These were the only people we met on our trip from Nebraska.
June 11th was an ordinary day at sea. The voyage at this time was beginning to get long and tiresome. We had been on the ocean now since the 3rd and with few glimpses of land within the past several days and we were beginning to itch for the good old soil or the terra firma.
On June 12th, we slowly sailed into Cuxhaven. As the ship pulled into the port, the bands started playing and the people waved and cheered. The docks were lined with thousands of people. It was particularly moving when one could notice people on the ship or on land when recognizing acquaintances.
We were aground about 12:00. We now had set foot on European soil for the first time. We set about making train reservations into Hamburg. This settled, we set down to a bottle of German beer. About 12:30 the train pulled out for Hamburg. It was with particular interest that we watched the country side as it rolled by. Everything seemed too green. All available farm land was tilled and there were many new homes and buildings. The farming techniques were rather simple. There were many small gardens and they were so neat and clean. We arrived in Hamburg a 2 p.m. Hamburg is a metropolis, Hauptbonnkof is large and there are trains arriving and leaving constantly. While we were at the station, we made arrangements for the trip to Denmark by train. This settled, we set out to find St. Raphael’s Hospice, a rooming house procured a room and freshened up.
We set out on foot to look for a restaurant. It was our first attempt at finding something to eat in a foreign land. My German came in handy. We ordered what proved to be a good old home cooked meal. In style of the Germans, we ordered beer as the accompanying beverage. For the rest of the afternoon, we took a walk though the nearby areas.
June 13. Had we arrived in Hamburg on any day but Sunday, we would probably have proceeded directly to Wofsburg about 60 miles to the southeast of Hamburg to pick up the Volkswagen. We decided to take the train up to Copenhagen in Denmark first. The ride north was again interesting. North Germany has a level terrain. The crops were beautiful. The characteristic neatness of the fields, absence of weeds little compact villages were everywhere noticeable.
We passed over into Denmark without getting off the train. The officials inspected our passports enroute. In Denmark, beauty still prevailed. The entire train was driven onto a huge barge as Copenhagen is situated on a large island in the North Sea. We called out of St. Knuds Klaster and contacted the Fathers. Father Niles, a native of Denmark, directed us to come out part way by train. He was at the train to meet us when we arrived. Father Frederic was glad to see his confreres, Fr. Donald, Fr. Niles, Fr. Edwin and Fr. Xavier. After a long visit exchanging items of news, Father Niles then gave us a tour of the area to the north of Copenhagen. We visited Kronborg Castle at Elsinnore. We crossed the strait over into Sweden. Returning again to Elsinore we toured the country side, saw the palace of the king and queen and other sights. Darkness set in before we finished our tour.
The community concelebrated mass in the vernacular. Father Frederic and I didn’t understand much of the Danish. After breakfast, we packed and made plans to go into Copenhagen and back to Hamburg. Father Xavier accompanied us on a bus and boat tour of the city. Copenhagen has a population of 1,300,000. It is the capital of the royal residence and holds also the seat of parliament, the central administration and the supreme court. Boat service on the harbor canals lead into the center of the city. On our boat excursions we by-passed the king’s royal yacht and saw the little mermaid statue.
Before we boarded the train back to Germany, we had dinner with Father Xavier. The train ride south was very similar to that coming north.
June 15, - After breakfast, we left Hamburg about 8:00 a.m. for Wolsburg. The Hauptbankoff was crowded with oncoming and outgoing passengers. At 11:21, we stopped at the station for Wolfsburg. A bus was waiting at the station to take all purchasers of Volkswagens to the
factory. In about 15 minutes we were at the plant. The papers were processed for the car. All was in order except for several minor details.
During the time that the plant personnel was readying the car, we were given a tour of the factory. The factory has over 440 acres under roof. The factory is a marvel of German ingenuity and engineering. 7000 VWs roll off the assembly lines daily, 1500 of these assigned to the United States every day. We were told that the plans for the expansion of the plant are much curtailed due to lack of laborers.
Germany already imports hundreds of thousands of employees from the countries of Italy, Turkey, Greece, Spain and France.
By 4:00 all was cleared and we drove out of the plant. The car, black in color, loaded with our personal belongings in the following weeks would become endeared to us. I would see us through thick and thin never once giving us any trouble. It was our home on wheels. We did not leave Wolfsburg until the next morning.
June 16, by 8:00 a.m. we were packed and ready to start on the first and perhaps one of the most memorable drives of the trip. We headed for Helmstedt near which is the checkpoint that opens to the autobahn that leads into Berlin. We were stopped at least five times passing the checkpoint. We had to show passports, car papers, fill out forms, pay a fee of $2.00 each, and declare how much money we were carrying, etc. The East German authorities processed the tourists slowly seemingly on purpose to either to harass or show their lack of enthusiasm for tourists travel into West Berlin. At the checkpoint one could see the barbed wire entanglements, no man’s land, and the ever present watch towers. After about three hours we were finally given the signal to go ahead. We were now in East Germany traveling on the corridor. The autobahn was in poor shape. Apparently the East Germans do not permit road repair to any extent on the artery leading to Berlin.
The country side appeared rather beautiful with crops, but as much as we scanned the country side we did not see any people on either side of the road. Here and there was a small village but each appeared to be a ghost town, not a sign of life. What is more, there is no stopping on the autobahn.
Each car is identified both at the entrance and at the exit from the autobahn. If it does not appear within a certain allotted time the police are out to investigate forestalling any contact with the inhabitants in the area. When we arrived at the east end of the autobahn, we had to pass another checking station. We had a scare in that after looking at our passports, the communist guard directed Father and me out of the direct route of traffic over to another stopping place. Here another officer came to check passports and papers. After some hesitation, he passed us on. It was in a way amusing how the communist authorities check many of the cars. They have a large mirror mounted on wheels which they push under every car. The autos had to be opened and the guards inspected inside and out. The gas tanks even had to be opened and checked with plastic plunger to see if there were any false bottoms.
It was with some relief that we entered into West Berlin. Upon entering Berlin, it was like entering an American city, traffic was heavy and there seemed to be activity everywhere. Not knowing the city or where to go, it did not take long to get lost. We finally stopped at a little restaurant to get a bite to eat. Finally we spoke to an American lady who happened to be the wife of an army officer. She directed us to the U.S. base where we contacted the army chaplain. He offered us a place to stay in his own home. It was here then that we stayed while we were in Berlin
We took Fr. Fraine to the army compound for dinner. Leaving here, we then drove to the canal which periodically figures in the news when escapees from East Germany try to swim it to freedom. Only a few days before, a young German was shot in an escape attempt at the very point where we were resting. The canal was unforgettable. Boats with flood lights were standing everywhere. We walked to the end of the bridge right up to the guards. Fr. Fraine assured us that they dare not do a thing. They kept a close watch on us because we parked our car closer than allowed. They knew that we were U.S. citizens by the oval license plates on the front of our car. Finished seeing what could be seen, we started for home having some very definite
impressions of the divided city. Coming into Berlin we saw the usual barbed wire entanglements with watchtowers and communists everywhere. We were ready to return to Fr. Fraine’s home and retire with the hopes we would be blessed with some degree of rest after a hectic day.
June 17, Father celebrated mass at the base chapel. We drove downtown for breakfast. By this time we learned what continental breakfasts were. They consist of coffee, that is a small portion of coal black coffee diluted with twice as much milk, a bun, butter and marmalade. We ate our breakfast at the Dam Hotel. Here we also made arrangements for a bus tour into East Berlin. We left the VW parked, took a taxi down to the area near Kaiser-Wilhem Church. From this point the tour into East Berlin started. This was another unforgettable experience. The East Berlin Check Point, Charlie can best be described in terms of barricades for both automobiles, tanks, armed guards, totting rifles, machine guns and pistols, etc. The whole array leaves one uneasy and a bit apprehensive. For the American, the sight excites a deep interior gratitude that we live in a free land in the U.S.A.
As our bus approached Check Point Charlie, our guide left the bus. After crossing the border the bus was parked and all the tourists had to get out. The communists officials then inspected the bus, opening the luggage compartments, evidently looking for stow-aways or contraband. One inspector went through the seating area of the bus. He confiscated a newspaper of one of the tourists which he had left lying on the seat. Fr. Frederic left his hat on the seat and he looked under this also. We also had to present our passports and pass identifications herewith. At long last we boarded the bus and then resumed our tour. The contrast between East and West Berlin was appalling. West Berlin is a living and thriving city. In east Berlin one sees hardly any of this. The West Berliners are spirited and full of life. In East Berlin there are few automobiles, hardly any transportation means, only a few trucks which are old and rickety. The people are fewer and seem deeply depressed. As our bus passed they would just stand and look, perhaps in the hope of recognizing some one they knew. Their clothes were old and worn. The East Germans are still repairing war damages and their methods of building are primitive. They have hardly any of the power machines for building which are so prevalent in the west. Many of the buildings are still as they were immediately after the war. A tour of East Berlin clearly shows that the communists were given the heart of the city. East Berlin has most of the edifices and government buildings of former days. In the course of the tour we saw the area where Hitler’s bunker stood. In this he committed suicide. We also saw a regiment of Russian soldiers marching back and forth in an open space.
We were in East Berlin about two hours. When passing through Check Point Charlie on the way out, the same procedures were repeated as when we came in. No pictures were permitted at the check point - communists orders. After we were again in West Berlin, the bus drove to a point some distance, a short distance from the check point where there was an observation ramp along the wall. The tourists left the bus to mount the stand and thus get a good look at the wall, the barricades, barbed wire and the communists sentries armed to the hilt. While we were standing there a jeep with four soldiers drove up behind us. They merely stood there behind us as a token gesture, that they would stand behind us and defend the tourists if the communists wanted to harass or in any way cause them injury. The rest of the tour was through West Berlin. We then returned to Fr. Fraines and called it a day.
June 18. The big item on the agenda for today was to get packed and make the return trip into West Berlin. Passing the check point was much like it was as we came in. After we came out we parked the car and relaxed thankful to God that we were in a free country again. Some time later I will tell of the trip through Germany, Austria, and Czechoslovakia.
After we left East Germany, we continued our journey to the West toward Hanover. The next morning, we drove to the autobahn and headed West for Cologne. The traffic was heavy and speedy. In Germany, there are no speed limits. It is a common sight to see the speedsters zoom by you at a 100 miles per hour. The country side was beautiful. We turned off before arriving at
Cologne to a little village called Altenburg. Here there is an old Trappist Monastery and church which was built in 1103. It is now a tourist attraction. We procured reservations for the night and took a bus into Cologne to see some of the sights. We then walked to the Cologne Cathedral. Its size, architecture, the maraid form of sculpturing embodied in its decoration, its high spires were fascinating. In one of the towers was a circular stairs of 475 steps leading up to an observation area. I was game to make the climb but about half way up I quit. The view of the newly built city around the cathedral was magnificent. In the evening we went back to Altenberg. The next morning, after Father read mass, we started up the Rhine, driving through Bonn by chance we were pointed out Conrad Audenaur’s home. Here we continued on until we came to Anderach. Here we turned to the Abbi of Mari Laach. It is a Benedictine Abby and was built in the 11th century. It was confiscated by Napoleon in 1802. Maria Lach today is a tourist attraction and is also famous for its work in Gregorian Chant. After we were given rooms and got settled for the evening we met several of the Fathers. One who had been a prisoner of war in World War II, learned to speak good English in Georgia. As a young man, he was a body guard for Hitler and he could tell some interesting stories. In the evening both Father and I accompanied the Monks to their own rectory for supper. This was the first time that I had ever eaten in a Monastic Rectory.
The next day after mass, we had the usual continental breakfast and I again ate in the Monastic Rectory. A Father mentioned that this was the first time that a layman had eaten in the Monastic Rectory in Maria Laack. I guess that I made a dent in its history. We left the Abby and drove to Koblenz and then took the autobahn to Wiesbaden and Frankfurt where we ate lunch at the airport. It was interesting to see the jets come in and take off. Frankfurt is the largest air terminal in Germany. Planes from all over the world arrive and depart steadily. From Frankfort we continued east on the autobahn until we came to Aschaffenburg and from there headed for the monastery Muensterscharach. The drive on the autobahn was beautiful especially in the Wurzburg area. The drive skirts the city high over the valley of the Main River. The stop at Muensterwarzach was pleasant. We were given a wholesome German meal, beer included, and the sleeping quarters were pleasant. By this time we were learning that feather ticks were the order of the day for sleeping in Germany. Constantly we would wake up perspiring from the heat. About 2:00 we returned to the autobahn and continued east. Our immediate destiny now was Abezhausen where my cousin Erherd Englisch lives. We had quite a time finding this little village. We passed through many of the little villages and as we drove further we asked about our whereabouts. Finally we came to the little village. Erea, Erhard’s wife had noticed the black VW drive through and she no doubt also noticed that its occupants did not really know where they were going. So she mounted the family bicycle and started down the road after us. While we were at the dwelling which we mistook for the Englisch home, she embraced us and kissed us crying for joy. She led the way on her bicycle back to her home. We were greeted much the same way by her husband and two children. What an evening. Father and I were treated as though we were long lost members of their own families. A big meal was prepared with all the trimmings and finery they could muster. The wines and liquors were plentiful and I must say they were very tasty. A number of topics made up the conversations but one that was first mentioned and brought up again and again were the Care packages that they had received from us and the relatives during and after the war. They said that we could never realize what these meant to them. At times they ere on the verge of starvation. The Erhard Englisch family of five, his father, mother and baby were loaded on a freight train with millions of others from Czechoslovakia in 1946 and dumped in southern Germany. They had to leave all their personal belongings behind. All they could take with them was 40 pounds. Today, they have a half-acre ground, a beautiful six room home, a garden spot, a young producing orchard and a new Opel car. This is only a sample of the progress made here in Germany since the end of the war. Erhard lost his foot in World War II.
The next morning after our breakfast, we left with Englisch for Helpstadt and Erchstadt. We visited St. Wolburgs Convent, here are the relics of St. Wolburgs. We also visited the Cathedral and Seminary run by the Jesuits. The diocese of Eichsladt is very old. It was founded by St. Boniface, the Apostle of Germany. We arrived back in Aberhausen. In Gotstradt we visited my
other cousin Adelfla, brother of Ehard. He must have a good job and apparently had a good income. He also had built a beautiful home.
We made plans to leave the next morning, Ehard accompanying us for Landsberg some miles to the south. After a visit with our relatives we would then make a trip into Czechoslovakia.
We arrived at our relatives home at 12:30. The warmth of our reception was much like a funeral. They all cried for joy. They were all displaced people. The family consists of Mr. and Mrs. Springer, the Mrs. is my wife’s sister. She has a daughter Annie, her husband Rudi Schwab, who lost both legs above the knees during the war. They have two children, Ingrid, 20 and Wolfgang, 25. The Springers also have a daughter who lives across the street. They lost their only son in the war.
The Springers and Schwabs live together in their beautiful two story ten-room home. They have all the most modern conveniences and fine furniture. This shows again how much progress was made in Southern Germany since the war.
The first thing was an order of refreshments and the exchange of news concerning the relatives back home. In the afternoon, Annie and Ingrid drove us to the old city of Landsburg which in Medieval times was a fortified city. Here is also the prison where Hitler was imprisoned back in the 20’s and where he wrote his Mein Kamph. Before returning home, we stopped at the outside chapel of the prison.
Father Frederic contacted the chaplain of the prison and arranged for Mass the next morning at the chapel. I walked outside the chapel where there are hundreds of crosses and grave markers of prisoners who were condemned to death by the Nurenburg trials.
In the evening after supper, Ingrid and Wolfgang took me to a folksong feast. It really was a beer feast with all of Landsberg seemingly in attendance. In the center of the hall was a band which accompanied the singers and kept the gathering lively. The Bavarians love their beer but no where did one ever see anyone unduly intoxicated. That evening we made preparations for our trip in Czechoslovakia. We left Landsberg about 8:00 and started toward Munich on Highway No. 12. Munich is undergoing a massive subway building project in preparation for the 1972 Olympic Games to be held there. We found the autobahn that goes into the area of Berchtesgurden into Austria. We drove as far as Vienna that day. We stopped in Berchtesgarten to see Hitler’s old hideout. Nothing of this remains today so we did not drive into the vicinity. However, the trip up into the Bavarian alps was very beautiful. It rained most all of the way through Austria. The scenery which we could see was very beautiful. We by-passed Solsburg at its edge. Further into Austria we saw the famous Benedictine Abby of Melk. We arrived in Vienna about 6:30 and drove through the city to find a hotel which was very reasonable, we were ready for a good nights rest. We left the Berger Guest House, the place where we stayed, early in the morning heading north to the Austria-Czech border. Once again we were about to enter communist country.
The country north of Vienna is mostly agricultural. As we advanced further north we could see that the farming methods were poor, and the country as a whole seemed to be poor and ill kept. Much of this was due to the fact that during the Russian occupation, the Russians stripped the inhabitants of their belongings of practically every movable object, leaving them almost destitute. Only now are the Austrians making a gradual comeback. At last we came to the Austrian checkpoint. The formalities of presenting car registration, insurance card and passports did not detain us but several minutes. We drove on to the Czech checkpoint and here there was all together a different atmosphere. There were soldiers with their rifles and machine guns. We were directed to park our car at the check-point headquarters. Again a number of questions were asked on how much money we had, etc. Finally, we were given the go ahead signal and we were on our way
The country side of Czechi is beautiful and the crops looked promising. But there were also many contrasts. The small villages through which we passed have scarcely any automobiles. To get around, people have to walk. The only means of transportation are huge trucks and these are in abundance. Much of the field work is done by tractors and equipment which belongs to the collective farms. At times we could notice groups of people, 20 or 30 or so, out in the fields doing hand labor. The villages looked unkempt and deteriorated. Lack of repair and cleanliness is
widespread. We drove north to the city of Dub where my cousin lives. She is the sister of Ehard. It was Ehard’s first trip back to Czech, after he was driven out 20 years ago. He directed us about. We stopped to inquire as to the whereabouts of his sister. She did not know of our coming and when she returned to the car with him, she too had tears in her eyes being overjoyed to see us. Her name is Lea. She is German but since she had married a Czech, she was not driven out of the country. We were taken into the home. We entered through one of the facades facing the street into what comprised their home. Behind the building is an open space walled in. Here there are a few chickens, a garden and what have you. They have two pigs that are to be the meat supply when matured. These live under the same roof of the family dwelling. The house was simple lacking many of the up to date features of our American homes. Since her husband is in charge of a collective farm and has about 300 people under his orders, they should be comparatively well off. However, when he goes out into the field, he has to do the same work that the others have to do. Lea, his wife, has to work on a chicken farm four days a week, ten hours a day.
Later we were given lunch. The coffee was a dried root of some kind, which was an ordeal to get down. That evening Lea’s husband returned from work. He seemed polite and courteous. Apparently he has the good graces of higher authorities because there were hanging on the wall of the home, diplomas of agricultural achievements. They still, however, do not own a car.
In Czechi, we also found feather ticks for sleeping. Wine here, too, was the order of the day. It accompanied our meals. During the mid-afternoon, Erhard, Lea, Father Frederic and I walked through the town. There were very few people about, but I am sure that they were watching us from many windows and other points. Occasionally a big truck would lumber through pulling a big wagon loaded down with black dripping manure.
Father Frederic stopped at a barber shop to get a hair cut. The shop was not clean and I would say very primitive in its equipment. He was given a hair cut with a comb and straight-edge razor. A rather harrowing experience for the first time. We parked the car within the premises of Lea’s home. We drove it through a narrow, side door over a cistern, which had to be planked to get across. It simply would not have been safe to leave the car out in the street.
The next day, Ehard, Lea, Fr. Frederic and I left Dub at 8:00 in the morning and started the trip which was really the purpose for driving into Czechoslovakia, to visit my father’s birth place, Deuctchouser, and also visit my wife’s birthplace. If it had not been for Ehard and Lea we would not have been able to make that trip. They both could speak the Czech language and read road signs. All the towns and small villages now have Czech names. Deuctchouser everywhere shows neglect, many of the buildings are in ruin, others standing empty and badly in need of repair. This is understandable because most of the Germans were expelled from this area and the few Czechs that live here with all their hard and slave-like labor, gain scarcely enough to live on. One Czech told us that they set us back one hundred years. In a certain sense, they live a life of legalized slavery. Our first object was to find someone who may have known my father’s relatives. We stopped at a home to which we had been directed. An old lady lived here with her daughter and husband. We were invited into the home and in the course of our visit they were so gracious and overjoyed that Americans were their guests. They told us of the conditions under which they lived. The elderly lady knew of my father’s relatives. She also directed us to the church which was over 200 years old and Fr. Frederic read a mass there. It is no doubt it was the church in which my father was baptized and which attended before coming to America. After mass we returned to the home at which we had previously stopped.
They insisted that we stay for dinner, when we refused they begged us all the more. The dinner consisted of rye bread and scrambled eggs, no butter, no coffee and no milk. After the meal we took leave. Our hosts had tears in their eyes as we said good bye.
From Deuetchouser, we drove to Herzogsdorf, Mrs. Schindler’s birthplace and home. Here we found conditions much the same as in Deuethouser. Buildings empty, some in total ruin as was the case of the Tagels and Springers. Before leaving, we stopped at the church and graveyard with the intention of finding my mother-in-laws grave marker. Neglect was evident everywhere. Many of the tombstones were toppled, others were absent
From this town we started back to Dub. We drove through Rhemerstadt here while Lea and Ehard did some shopping and inquired about some relatives. Father and I stayed in the car. It was amusing or should I say pathetic the way the people on the street milled around the car. They acted as though they had never seen a car. Lea and Erhard located their relatives and they of course had to fix some lunch. What amused me, they opened a can of pork that was packed in China.
Back in Dub, we made preparations for our return trip to Germany. We accompanied my cousin, Lea to her place of work. She must work even though she is the wife of the boss of the farm itself. She works about four days a week and ten hours a day cleaning out the chicken houses and caring for the chickens. The other ladies that were at work were old. They were old enough to be retired. The leave-taking from Lea was tearful.
Our trip back to the grandse was without difficulty. About a mile from the check-point, we were stopped by an armed guard who asked us if we had seen a young girl on the road. We had not. While we went through the necessary procedures of checking out, we heard machine gun fire and rifle shots. After taking leave of the check-point and yet only a short distance down the road an ambulance came speeding down the road. Its purpose we didn’t learn, perhaps the young girl had been shot. The Austrian officials told us that the shots are often heard. It is hard telling how many people are killed trying to escape.
By noon we were back in Vienna. We drove downtown to pay a visit to St. Stephans Dome. Vienna certainly is a city rich in tourists’ attractions. The beautiful architecture of the buildings are amazing. Austria is scenic and exceedingly beautiful. We bypassed Salsborg and again arrived in Aberzhausen that evening. It was the end of an unforgetable four days.
We packed and took leave of Aberzhausen and drove back to our relatives, the Springers and the Schwabs. They were all ears to hear about our trip into their homeland. So we spent the day telling them of our experiences.
The next day they drove us south from Lansberg into the Bavarian Alps. On the way, we stopped to visit Rottenbuch Church. I must say here, that Southern Germany has some of the most beautiful churches in the world and thousands of tourists come here from all over the world to see them. Not far from here is the Echlsbacher Brucke (bridge) the highest bridge in Germany. We then drove to another shrine, Weiskirche, a church built by Dominus Zimmerman in the years 1746 to 1754. It too is famous for the Baruque Style. Perhaps the highlights of the day was the visit to the Neveschwanstein Castle of King Ludwig II. The castle is a magnificent structure built on a pennacle of rock that protrudes at the foot of the towering Alps. The interior of the castle is exceedingly beautiful. I can see now where the expression - He lives like a king- came from. As I understand, however, King Ludwig II never lived in the castle. He drowned shortly after it was completed.
We also visited the Linderhof Castle, another masterpiece of workmanship. The grounds surrounding the castle have a number of shrines interspersed with fountains and waterfalls.
From here, we drove to Oberammergau to see where the famous Passion Play is performed. A few miles further on lies the beautiful and famous Benedictine Abbey of Ettal. Ettal was built in 1330 by Kaiser Ludwig dem Bayern. We arrived home about 7:00 p.m. After we spent another two days with our relatives, we took leave and drove south. We crossed the Austrian border and drove as far as the little picturesque tourist town of Seefeld. Leaving Seefeld, we drove to Insburck and started down toward the Brenner Pass. We passed over the Europa Bridge, famous for it’s tremendous height. The drive up the Brenner Pass was not too steep but rather long and winding. At the Pass, we again had to pass through the checkpoints. We started down on the Italian side of the Brenner Pass with our destination now being Venice. We took the scenic drive to the East to Brunico, turning south to Dobbiaco. This mountainous drive was a fascinating experience. The roads are crowded with thousands of tourists. At Longarone, we had a good view across the valley of the Dam disaster, that occurred there a few years ago. The flood disaster happened in the middle of the night. Approximately 1200 people lost their lives. Effects of the disaster could still be seen. The valley below is a mess of dislodged rock and stone with patches
of vegetation here and there.
That evening, we drove to a little town named Conegliano and found lodging for the night. We arrived in Venice about 9:30 and drove over the Ponte della Liberta the cause-way that permits one to drive to the outskirts of Venice. We parked our car at Piozzalo Romo and took the fast canal boat, Circolare to San Georgio Maggiore, which is situated on the Island of Isala. Father Giles, who taught nine years at Conception was very gracious and glad to receive us. He gave us the choice guestrooms in the monastery, which face toward San Marco across the Bay. From our window, we could see the large ships and boats of all descriptions passing between us and San Marco, a distance of about one-fourth mile. Venice is a unique city with no automobiles and no bicycles. One moves either by foot or by boat. It is amazing how a city apparently could be built on water.
San Marco is the center square of the city, a world attraction and the constant flow of tourists verify this. The church of San Marco is a collection of the world’s finest building materials. Costly marbles, mosaic sculpturing , comprise to make it a monument to all ages. Venice stands today as it stood 500 years ago with all its places, narrow streets, canals, etc.
Entering Venice is like entering into a different world. The food was excellent, consisting always of soup, spaghetti, vegetables and fish. These were the basic foods with wine as the appetizer and the main drink. On one of our trips to Venice, we purchased our plane tickets for our return trip to the United States for the middle of August. We also contracted for a tour to the Holy Land through the Cit agency. We continued to explore Venice.
The next morning, Father Giles accompanied us to Padua, some 20 or so miles north of Venice. We visited the church of Grotto, a famous Italian painter. The entire church is decorated with his paintings. We then visited the church of St. Anthony, which contains St. Anthony’s shrine. The church is a huge structure and a tourist attraction. At noon we went to a restaurant to get Father Giles a good American steak. The steak was good, but it did not taste like our steak back home.
From here, we drove on to Reeze to visit the birthplace and home of Pope Pius X. the home is kept as it was in the Pope’s childhood days. We met his niece who cares for the premises. Then we drove back toward Padua turning off to visit Father Giles own monastery at Praglia. He made arrangements with the prior to have one of the Fathers accompany us back to Venice and then bring the Volkswagen back to Praglia until we would return from our trip to the Holy Land. There would be no cost for storage in this arrangement and also it would be in safe keeping.
We returned to the Abbey to make final preparations for our trip to the Holy Land next day and to get a good nights rest in preparation for what lay ahead.
On July 13, we took leave of San Georgio at 9:15 and went to the Cit Travel Agency at St. Mark’s Square where we bought our tickets to the Holy Land and for the flight home, to the U.S.A. The airport was about 10 miles north of Venice. We boarded a four motor plane and took a rear seat so I could get a good view. This was my first commercial air flight. After we landed in Rome, we found that the airport is a busy terminal and we had to change planes. We boarded the Atitalia jet to Beiruit Lebonan, where we stopped about 45 minutes but we were not allowed to get off of the plane. From Beirut, we flew to Amman Jordan where we were picked up by the guide for the Cit Travel Agency. After we were checked out, we were taken to the hotel.
We had a peaceful rest except that about 2:00 a.m. the Moslems began their call to prayer from the cities minarets. It was a wailing, pleading call. A practice that the Moslems have to call the people to prayer. After arising at 6:30, we had our continental breakfast (even in the near East this is the style of breakfast) and went out into the opening before the hotel to view the Roman amphitheater. We were picked up by our tourist guide and made a short tour of the city.
We left Amman heading south and west through the mountains of Moah. The country is barren and there is no sign of vegetation. It is surprising that it keeps alive the few herds of goats and camels that we did see. However, in the winter when it rains, the hills green up. The region between Amman and the Jordan Valley is hilly and rugged. As we were driving along we came to a sign which said, 'You are now at sea level'. As we drove on, we gradually started descending into what is known as the Jordan Valley,
This Valley lies almost 1300 feet below sea level at the point where we crossed the Jordan. The Jordan river has a long and varied history, various happenings as recorded in both the Old and New Testaments.
We drove to the little town of Jericho. Here we visited the excavations of the old city, a city which is known to have been inhabited as far back as 6000 years ago. To the west of Jericho on the horizon stands the Mountain of Temptation. Father Frederic and I with our Moslem guide joined a group of Negroes from California, who were passing through Jericho and were on their way to the Jordan River to visit the area, where our Lord is supposed to have been baptized. At the River Jordan we witnessed the baptism of one of the negro ladies by her minister. The minister submerged her three times reciting the ritual of baptism.
Leaving the sight of baptism, we drove down where the river enters the Dead Sea. Nothing is able to live in its waters because it contains over 26 percent salt. After I washed my feet in the Dead Sea, we then drove west, starting up the long incline out of the Jordan Valley towards Jerusalem. This is a fascinating drive. The country side is dry and hot. The hills steep and rugged. After we drove about four miles, we came to a road sign, it again said, 'Sea Level'. As we drove nearer to Jerusalem, we could see more signs of human activity. There were many flocks of sheep. The shepherd never drives his sheep. They always follow the shepherd. As we drove nearer Jerusalem, we drove through Bethfoge. We passed by Bethany and then coming over a hill we came in full view of Jerusalem itself, which lays across the Kedron Valley. A magnificent sight.
Now to be able to see it in actuality, made a deep impression as this city has played a great part in man’s salvation history. We were driven to the hotel named Pilgrims Palace. The next day we left the hotel for our first visit into the Walled City. The sights here must be actually seen to be appreciated. The streets are very narrow, winding on many of the streets. There are the shops and merchants with the display of all their goods. All kinds of edibles, vegetables, fruits, meats newly butchered, garments dry goods, trinkets, souvenirs and what have you. The city is not clean according to western standards. No doubt, Jerusalem looks today much as it did in the days of our Lord. Here and there a donkey, a camel and the city’s lack of proper sewage disposal. There are no cars in the old city itself.
The new Jerusalem is different. I has wide streets and beautiful business buildings. We found our way to the Franciscans Casa Nova, a hospice for travelers. Since the Franciscans have charge of all the shrines in the Holy Land, we contacted them to make arrangements for the holy masses that Father Frederic would celebrate while in the area. We also made provisions to cross the border between Jerusalem and Israel. We returned to the hotel, took our supper and then retired for the night. The hotel was modern and catered especially to western tourists.
The next morning we made a trip to Bethlehem. We visited the church of the Nativity which contains the cave of our Lord’s birth and in which Fr. Frederic read a mass. On the way back, we visited the Mount of the Ascension and the church of Mary’s Tomb and also paid a short visit to the Garden of Gethsemani. In the garden area, about 100 feet square, there are a number of old olive trees which scientists claim to be about 3000 years old. Bordering the square is the church of all Nations. After returning from lunch, we took a guided tour of the city. We entered through St. Stephens Gate. Some of the interesting sights were the Pool of Bethsaida, the Church of St. Ann - a church built by the Crusaders. It is well preserved. About 3:00 pm. We assembled in the courtyard of Pilate, where Jesus was condemned to death, with many other pilgrims to make the Way of the Cross. That is done every Friday under the guidance of the Franciscans. The procession stops at the church of the Holy Sepulchre, where our Lord was nailed to the cross, and was buried. Fr. Frederic read a holy mass here the next morning.
Later in the morning, after breakfast at the hotel, we took a walk through the part of Jerusalem that lies outside of the walls. We went to the American Embassy but found it closed. It was Saturday. We visited the old temple area, Mosque of Omar. A Moslem Temple which is considered one of the most beautiful structures in the world. The interior is very beautiful, decorated with mosaics and fine wood work. The walking area is covered with thick carpets and you must remove your shoes before you can enter. We were lead down beneath one part of the
temple area to visit the stables of Solomon. We also visited the old Fort of Antoninus, the Roma garrison which housed the Roman soldiers. We returned to the hotel for supper. In the evening, we went out for a walk to get a glimpse of what life in the city is like after dark. Every store has a protective metal shield which is pulled down over the entire front entrance to guard against thieves.
On July 17, we left the hotel about 5:00 a.m. and walked by way of the road that skirts the north wall going down into the Kedron Valley to the Church of All Nations, in the Garden of Gethsemani. With mass finished we returned to the hotel for breakfast and to pack our suitcases and checked out of the hotel. At 8:30, our guide had a taxi at the door and he drove us to the Mendelbaum Gate which is the passageway from Jerusalem-Jordan, the Arab sector to Jerusalem-Israel, the Jewish sector. Jerusalem is much like Berlin. It too is a divided city. As we passed through the gate we also saw barbed wire in 'no man’s land'. The border line of Jordan and Israel runs directly through the city. These walls are 2 ½ miles long and 38 ½ feet high. When crossing the border from Jordan into Israel, you leave behind all hope of returning to Jordan or any other Arab country from Israel. The Arab who helped carry our bags carried them about 50 feet beyond the gate and told us that is as far as he could go.
In Israel, after passing the checkpoint, the first person we met was Father Peter, O.S.F. who was a tourist director in Israel. He was very fortunate to get us on a bus of Italian tourists that were on the plane from Rome with us. There was an Italian couple and daughter from Chicago, who could speak good English. There were also tourists from Brazil and other places in South America. From them we learned about conditions in that country. Israel is a thriving country, due to the abundance of wealth that has been poured into the country from abroad. Our first stop was at the Coenaculum, where our Lord and His disciples celebrated His last Supper and then we visited the tomb of the Psalm writer and Prophet King David. We then stopped at a convent of German Sisters, who had dinner ready for the group. Then we boarded the bus and started the trip back to Joppa, which lies west of Jerusalem on the coast of the Mediterranean Sea. The country between Jerusalem and Joffa is very hilly but most of it is irrigated and is very productive. In Joffa, we visited the shrine of St. Peter. While in Joffa, we had to cancel our trip to Greece due to the TWA strike, but we were very fortunate to make reservations to board the very plane with which our group itself would be making the trip back to Rome.
From Joffa, we headed north and east toward Tel-Aviv a modern Jewish city and then to Hoifa. There we visited the cave of Elias and the shrine of St. Carmel. We arrived in Nazareth about 9:00 and put up for the night at the Grand Hotel. The next morning, we visited the various points of interest of Nazareth. It does not have a sewage system, a small little drain runs down the center of the narrow streets. We visited the Holy Family Grotto, the Old Synagogue. The synagogue stands on the location of the original synagogue, where Christ himself when a boy attended. We visited the well in Nazareth, where no doubt Mary, Joseph and Our Lord obtained water. We drank from this flowing well.
From there we drove to Mt. Thabor. The mount is about 1200 feet high. On the mount is a beautiful shrine where Fr. Frederic read a mass. We had another real spaghetti dinner with the Franciscans, who have care of the shrine on Mt. Thabor. The road up Mt. Thabor was a thrilling drive. From the mount we could see the Horns of Hittin, the Mountains of Gelboe. We returned to our hotel for the night.
The next day. We left Nazareth for our tour in the area of Tiberias and Lake Genesareth. We stopped at the church of St. Bartholomew. We stopped at a Jewish Kibuts. A kibut is a Jewish settlement of refugees from all over the world. They have turned many acres of barren land and rock into a tillable acreage. Through irrigation, they have literally changed the face of the earth. We then drove to Tiberias on the west shore of Lake Geneserath. Where a large boat was waiting to take us to Capharanoun. The ride on the boat was one of the highlights of the Holy Land trip. Near that little city is a convent. Behind the convent lay the ruins of an old city and ruins of a synogogue
which dates back to the year of 200. Here we took dinner. Fr Frederic celebrated holy mass in the shrine of the Beatitudes. Later in the mid-afternoon, we drove to the lake shore to the spot where our Lord multiplied the loaves for the multitudes. Then we drove back toward Tiberias and stopped at Magdola, the home town of Mary Magdelene, then back to Nazareth, a wonderful day.
On July 20 Fr. Frederic got up at 3:45 with a Father Alphonso, the tourist guide, to the shrine of the Annunciation to celebrate holy mass. After breakfast, we checked out of the hotel for our bus trip back to Tel-Aviv for our trip back to Rome. The trip through the countryside back to the shore of the Mediterranean was revealing. Israel is a booming land. You see hundreds of new buildings under construction. The Jews have the garden spot of the Holy Land and one sees fruit trees, crops of all descriptions. We passed through the checkpoints, showed our passports and boarded the plane. We traveled at 33,000 feet. We landed in Rome about 12:15. We took a bus into the city and from the terminal station took a taxi to San Ansilmo, the Benedictine College.
The rector arranged lodging for us at a pension conducted by the sisters of San Antonio convent. The room was very simple and very reasonable in price. We then took a walk down into the old city. We saw the Arch of Constantine and walked to the Coliseum. The Coliseum is a huge structure. After seeing these great structures one is convinced that the Romans were master builders. We then started back to our pension, took supper there and then retired for the night.
July 21. Rita Holmes, an Irish girl from London and an employee of the American Embassy in Rome was on the tour with whom we accompanied in the Holy Land. When we got back to Rome she offered to drive us around to show us the sights. She drove us in her little car to St. Peters, where we made the tour of the Basilica. In the afternoon, Fr. Frederic and I took a bus trip of the city and visited various points of interest. Namely the Gurinal Palace, the Trevi Fountains, the Mannertime Prison, the Church of St. Peters in Chains which contains Michaelangelos famous statue of Moses, St. Mary Major, the Piazzadella Rupublica, the Borghese Gardens. The tour ended at 5:00. Rita picked us up and drove us back to our pension.
The next day, Rita drove us about 40 miles north of Rome to the little village of Subraco and then to cave Sacro Speco and on to Monte Cassino. We stopped at Tivoli where we visited the famous fountains and gardens. We returned to Rome and stopped at the terminal station to get our tickets for our train ride north to Venice. On the way back to our pension, we got lost, but the wandering through the city was interesting in that it gave us some sights of Rome that we would otherwise have missed.
On July 23, Rita again was at our service taking pains to see that we saw more interesting sights. She drove us out to St. Callixitus Catacombs. This tour was fascinating. These excavations served as old burial places for the early Christians. From here, we drove out of the city on the Appian road. Here and there some of the original stone work is still part of the road-way and it is amazing how the speeding cars will slow down when they come to cross the original stone work. We stopped at the church called Quo Vadis. We also visited St. Paul’s Church which is considered one of the most beautiful churches in the World. We then drove to St. Johns Lateran, the cathedral of Rome and the Pope’s own Cathedral Church. Nearby is the Sacra Seala, the Sacred Stairs brought from the holy Land. We stopped at Rita’s for a short while.
Later in the evening, we took dinner at an outside café in the Trastevere. We saw Rome at night. On the way back to our pension, we drove by the Pantheon, and this ended our tour of Rome.
The next morning, Rita took us to the train leaving Rome. The landscape through Italy was interesting. Vineyards were everywhere. The ride through the mountains was beautiful. There were a number of long tunnels. We arrived at Venice at 8:00 p.m. Father Giles again gave us a warm welcome. We then retired for the night. After dinner on July 25, we bid farewell to Fr. Giles and took leave with the Father from Pragila, who brought our Volkswagen to Venice. We returned to Pragila, from there we drove to Verona. Here we stopped to see the old Roman amphitheater. The arena is well kept. In the afternoon, we located a room for the night, did our washing and called it a day.
The next morning we headed for Bergamo. We wanted to locate Pope John’s birthplace and childhood home. We could not find anyone who could speak English. We spent some time in
trying to find the place, but finally gave up. Then we drove towards Milan and Como and crossed the border into Switzerland at Chiazzo. As we drove north we were again heading into the heart of the Alps. We drove up over the St. Gottard Pass, a wonderful and exciting experience. It is the second highest pass in Switzerland and winds up and up in a series of hairpin turns. Many cars were stalled on the incline due to over heating and stopped traffic, but our Volkswagen never gave us any trouble. At the top is a station. Snow banks spot the area and the air is very cool. We started down the north side and again was a thrilling experience. It was late afternoon when we got down into the valley. We stopped a Fluelen, obtained a room in a roadside pension and stayed for the night. The mountains surrounding Fluelen were monstrous. The price of the room was $3.00.
The next morning after mass we left for Engelberg. Engelberg is the mother house of Conception, MO Since Fr. Frederic was once connected with Conception we received a most cordial welcome. Engelberg was founded in the 8th century.
On July 28, Fr. Fidelis, the guest master gave us a tour of the Monastery, its library, its rare books, many of them hand written and which dates as far back to the year 1000. Fr Fidelis accompanied us to Maria Richenback.. We drove to a station for the cable car. This was our first ride in a cable car. Up and up out of the valley into the mountains above we went. Maria Richenback is situated on a level clearing on a mountain side, a small and beautiful convent. Maria Richenbach was once the mother house of Clyde, MO and Yankton, S.D. The cable car was a new one and it carries 40 people. It has been in operation only about four months. The construction of it certainly was an engineering feat. I was a bit leery about riding, due to what I had witnessed Lincoln, NE the previous year. (note: Fred witnessed the collapse of rides at the state fair in Lincoln the year before.)
July 29 proved to be a day of cable car rides and breath taking scenery. After mass, we took the cable car that starts in Engelberg and goes up the north wall of the valley. The scenery again is magnificent. To look down up on the town itself from the surrounding mountains made one feel that he was in a fairy land. It’s marvelous how the Swiss people utilize these mountains for grazing and hay. Men and cattle cling to these mountain sides regardless of the height, to use every available land that can be reached. It was surprising to see how many people, tourists and the native Swiss themselves, who go up into the mountains just for the thrill of climbing and to see the beautiful scenery.
In the afternoon, we went up the mountains on the opposite side of the valley. Here we did not take only one cable car but three, each taking us to a higher elevation. At the top of the third we were about 3000 ft. below the summit of Mt. Titis. We were above the timber line and of course a lot of this ground was covered with snow. The views again were beautiful. We found many people in these high altitudes and of course the ever present Swiss cattle and their bells. In the quiet air, one can hear everywhere the constant clanging of the cow bells. We returned to the Abbey tired but also refreshed. We packed our things for the trip back to Landsberg Germany in the morning.
On July 30, we left Engelberg and made a stop at Lucerne. We then drove north out of Lucerne with our next destination, the Monastery of Einsiedelin. We drove to the Austrian border passing through Boregenz. At Lindlaw, we crossed the border into Germany and from here to Landsberg. We arrived back at our relatives about 5:00 p.m. They were happy to see us again. We had many things to tell them about our travels since we had left them. From July 31 to August 8, we spent visiting with our relatives at Landsberg and Aberzhousen.
On August 8 we took leave of the Englischs’. We were now on our way west starting our return home. We drove to Frankfurt and from there, towards Heidelberg and then towards Saarbrucken. We crossed the border at the checkpoint in Saarbrucken in to France. It was interesting to see the difference between France and Germany. Fewer cars, the roads were poorer. France is not as neat and clean as Germany. When we approached Verdun, here and there we could see cemeteries of buried soldiers from World War 1. The next morning we drove on north and east of Verdun to visit the famous battlefields. Here one can still see the scarred earth with its shell holes, trenches, etc. Nearby is the French Memorial Cemetery. We then drove some 30 miles to the American Cemetery at Romagne. We left Romagne shortly after noon driving toward
Fontainebleau where we would meet Fr. Alcuin Greenberg, formerly of Nebraska City, who is serving with the Military Base as an Army chaplain. On the outskirts of Fontainebleau, we met an American soldier and his family. He said he was on his way to the Army base. We followed him directly to Fr. Alcuins office. While we were at this large base, we were told that 1400 Frenchmen will be thrown out of work when the base closes next April. We left the Volkswagen at the Caserne. When we parked it, it was the last ride of the 5000 miles we put on it.
Fr. Alcuin took us to the hotel, where he had obtained reservations for us. The next day, Fr. Alcuin took us to Paris to catch the train for Lourdes. The train ride south to southern France was interesting. Everything looked neat and clean. The landscape down through France is much like that in U.S.A. Much farmland and I was surprised to see so many large corn fields and wheat fields. You also see many American combines and tractors. We traveled through Orleans, Tours Bourdeau and then to Lourdes arriving there about 4:30. We went to the hotel and cleaned up and then took a walk to the world famous shrine of our Blessed Mother. It was a memorable experience to see the sight and environment of Mary’s appearances to Bernadett Soubirous. In the evening, we attended the candlelight procession, a beautiful display of faith on the part of the pilgrims.
At Lourdes, there are about 50,000 visitors daily. The next morning, Fr. Frederic concelebrated mass with six other priests at the grotto. We returned to the hotel for breakfast and then returned to the shrine and basilica. We made the outdoor Way of the Cross, which winds up the mountain side above the basilica. In the afternoon, we went sight seeing in the city. Later, after supper, we made another visit to the shrine and then packed our bags. We walked to the station and waited for our train. Our visit to Lourdes was certainly one of the high-lights of our trip. We arrived in Paris at 7:00. Fr. Alcuin met us and then gave us a brief tour of Paris. In the evening we went to Fr. Alcuins home, where he cooked supper for us.
While we were in Lourdes, Fr. Alcuin got in touch with the personnel of the American Express Agency and made our reservations for the flight back to New York. The next day, we spent most of the day resting and packing our bags eliminating what we could so that the weight would not exceed 40 pounds.
On August 14, two American soldiers drove us into Paris for us to catch the plane. Our reservations were made on the Belgium airline, Sebena. The plane was a few hours late, but we finally boarded it about 5:30. We made a stop over in Brussells. About 7:30 we were airborne on our way west over the Atlantic. When we took off from Brussels airport, the sun was just above the horizon. Our trip was fast enough that the sun did not set until after midnight, Brussels time. On board the plane were 170 people. We flew at about 35000 feet. We landed at Kennedy airport about 11:30 New York time. Charlene was there to meet us. As soon as we passed customs, we were on our way to Charlene and John’s apartment.
It was a big feeling of relief to be back again in the good old U.S.A. We spent one day with Dr. John and Charlene. Since John and Charlene were to leave on their vacation on the 18th, I left my car with them to drive back. John and Charlene had made arrangements for us to ride back to Nebraska with John’s brother and a friend.
The trip back to Nebraska took two days. We made a stop at Washington D.C. where John’s brother had some business. During this brief stop, we called Ann Kerkman. She came to spend a few minutes with us for a visit. She took lunch with us. We drove as far as Cleveland, O. that day. On the next day, we drove to Omaha, arriving about 9:00 p.m. Rose Marie, Mary Jean and Sally were at Vincent’s to meet us when we arrived.
Note: This article is a brief account of a wonderful trip. I hope it was not too long and boring.
It was a lifetime experience and one that will never be forgotten. I am especially grateful for this wonderful opportunity and to have been able to make that a trip at my age.
I have been asked many times what was the highlight of my trip. Above all I will always treasure the trip to the Holy Land.
I was also asked what is the attitude toward the U.S.A. by the people of the 12 countries that
we visited. They asked many questions. Many questions were asked about John Kennedy.
After people get off work they all seem to be relaxed and happy and ready to have a good time. You would also see that they were intelligent, well mannered and very courteous. (This does not include the Communist officials at the check points). Of course, the sad part of our trip was to see the poor living conditions of the displaced Arabs in Jordan and the depressed people behind the Iron Curtain.
In conclusion, I want to suggest that we Americans get off our high horse and quit our crabbing and start counting our Blessings.
May God bless you all.
(letter from Germany of a Latzel relative met by Fr Frederic and his father Fred Schindler)
(translation: from using internet by Doug Schueths 30 Apr 2004)
Note: German date system example 10.7.66 means 10 July 1966
Aberzhausen, den 10.7.66
Ihr Lieben in Amerika !
Aberzhausen, 10 July 1966
Their loves in America! )
Wir senden Euch recht liebe und herzliche Grüße und bedanken uns vielmals für das Geschenk an Evelyn. Es waren 5 Dollar, die uns Fred Schindler überreichte. Auch danken wir den Brief,für die netten Zeilen und Eure Grüße.
We send You surely loves and kind regards and thank to us many times for the present to Evelyn. These were 5 dollars which Fred Schindler handed to us. Also we thank the letter, for the nice lines and your greetings. )
Fred Schindler kam am 23.6. 66 um ca 18,30 in unser kleines Dorf. Es war eine unbeschreibliche Freude. Wir durften nun endlich einmal einen kleinen, Dank abstatten, für das Gute das uns Schindler und auch Ihr Lieben in Zeiten der Not gtan habt. Father Frederc hielt in unserem kleinen Dorf früh immer Gottesdienst. Am Samstag den 25.6. fuhren wir dann weiter nach Landsberg zu den Springers. Sie machten mir die heftigsten Vorwürfe, daß ich mit den Schindlers in die Tschechoslavakei fahre. Nun das lag am wenigsten an mir. Fred Schindler hatte ein fertiges Visum in dieses Land. Die Unfreundlichkeit der Springerleute war nicht sehr schönn. Am Montag den 27.6.66 fuhren wir von Landsberg nach München und weiter nach Bad Reichenhall über Berchtesgaden-Salzburg nach Wien.
Fred Schindler came on 23.6. 66 around approx. 18.30 in ours small village. It was an indescribable joy. We might now call, finally, once a small, thanks, for the property to us Schindler and also your loves in times of the need can have. Father Frederic held in our small village early always Service. Then on Saturday 25.6 we farther went after Landsberg to the jumper. They made the most violent reproaches to me that I go with the Schindler in the Tschechoslavakei. Now this lay in least with me. Fred Schindler had a ready one Visa in this land. The unfriendliness of the jumper's people was not to very nice ones. On Monday 27.6.66 we went from Landsberg to Munich and farther after bath Reichenhall Berchtesgaden-Salzburg to Vienna. )
Wir übernachteten in Wien. Am Dienstag den 28.6.66 ging die große Fahrt weiter in Richtung Grenze. Nach 2 Stunden standen wir am Schlagbaum der Tschechoslovakischen Grenze mit klopfenden Herzens. Es ging in die alte Heimat von meiner Seite aus, als auch von Schindler seiner Seite aus. Schindler wollte unbedingt die Heimat seiner Vorfahren sehen. Dadurch daß ich sehr gut tschechisch noch sprechen kann waren wir wohl in 10 Minuten schon an der Grenze fertig und es ging landeinwärts in Richtung Brünn, dann weiter nach Olmütz und schliesslich nach Dub bei Olmütz, wo ich noch eine Schwester verheiratet habe.
We spent the night in Vienna. On Tuesday 28.6.66 the big journey farther went in the direction of Border. After 2 hours we stood in the blow tree of the Tschechoslowakischen Border with beating heart. It went in the old one Native country from my side, as well as from Schindler of his side from. Schindler wanted at all costs the native country of his forefathers see. Because I can still speak very well Czech if we were probably ready at 10 minutes already on the border and it went inland in the direction of Brünn, then farther to Olmütz and, in the end, to Dub with Olmütz, where one more sister has married.)
Sie nahm uns sehr gut auf und wir übernachteten dort und wurden bestens bewirtet. Meine Schwester spricht noch gut deutsch und Vater Schindler konnte sich gut unterhalten. Meine Schester hat 2 sehr nette Töchter,die wohl nicht deutsh können; aber sie waren auf uns sehr gut. Am 29.6.66 zu Peter und Paul ging es weiter nach Deutsch Hausen,wo die Schindlers herstammen. Bei strömenden Regen trafen wir dort ein. Father Fredric hielt in Deutsch Hausen in der Kirche wo die Schindlers getauft wurden vor vielen Jahrzehnten, eine heilige Messe.
She took up us very well and we spent the night there and were entertained very well. My sister still speaks well German and father Schindler could well talk. My Schester has 2 very nice daughters, probably not German can; but they were very good on us. On 29.6.66 to Peter and It went for Paul farther after German living where the Schindler originate. With flowing out rains we arrived there. Father Frederic held in German living in the church where the Schindler baptized became a lot of decades ago, a holy fair. )
Es war gewagt, aber einmalig. Wir fuhren weiter nach Herzogsdorf, wo die Lucie Schindler geb. Tögel zur Welt kam. Das Dorf ist fast verlassen, die Kirche und Friedhof sind verlassen und verwachsen. Wir waren auch in Girsig, dem Geburtsort meiner Mutter, geborene Latzel. Fred Schindler ist mit uns verwandt von Seiten der Mütter her. Wir fuhren über das Gebirge zu meinem Geburtsort Maskelle, dann weiter nach Sternberg und zum Heiligen Berg bei Otmütz, wo wir Wallfahrten waren. Wir wurden eine so richtige unzertrennliche Gemeinschaft und Kameradschaft, die wir wohl nie mehr im Leben vergessen werden.
It was ventured, but unique. We farther went to duke's village, where the Lucie Schindler was born. Tögel came into the world. The village is almost gone, the church and cemetery are left and grow together. We were also in Girsig, the birthplace of my mother, born ones Latzel. Fred Schindler is used with us from her Mothers here. We went over the mountains to my birthplace Maskelle, then farther after star mountain and to the Holy mountain with The Otmütz where we were pilgrimages. We became such a right one inseparable community and comradeship, which we probably in the life are never again forgotten. )
Der Schindler Vater, sagte, daß er in Leben nie bereuen wird, diese Reise, sie wird im immer erinnern, gemacht zu haben. Wir übernachteten dann wieder be i meiner Schaester und fuhren dann über die Grenze wie der nach Wien. Dort besichtigten wir den St. Stefansdom und fuhren Richtung Aberzhausen. Wir haben während der Reise sehr viele und schöne Aufnahmen gemacht. Ich habe schon welche entwickeln lassen. Einfach die schönsten Erinnerungen. Fred Schindler fuhr am Samstag den 2.7.66 nach Landsberg zu den Springers und schrib wir, daß er am 7.7.66 nach Rom weiterreist.
The Schindler father, said, the fact that he will be never penitent in life, this trip, they becomes in always remind to have done. Then we spent the night again best of all i then of my Schaester and went about the border like after Vienna. There we visited the Saint Stefansdom and drove direction Aberzhausen. We have many during the trip and clarifies Admissions done. I already let which develop. Simply the nicest recollections. Fred Schindler went in Saturday 2.7.66 to Landsberg to the jumper and shouted we, that he on 7.7.66 to Rome continuation of the journey. )
Alles Gute, bleibt recht gesund und grüßt bitte, Harold Perry und alle, die damals in Nürnberg waren, soweit sie noch leben. Herzlichste Grüße von Familie Erhard English
All the best, stays surely healthy and, please, greets, Harold Perry and all which were at that time in Nuremberg, as far as they still live. The heartiest greetings of family Erhard Englisch )
(written in margin)
Die Reise in die Tschechoslovakei hat mich so be eindruckt, daß ich im August mit der Ganzen Familie nochmals fahren will. Ich habeein Paket an FatherFrederic seine Adresse gesandt, es waren viele Erinnerungen enthalten von der großen Reise. Bitte schreibt auch wieder einmal und etwas mehr. Es interessiert uns ,wie es Euch geht. Wenn Ihr Lieben Interesse habt an einigen Bildern, so will ich Euch welche entwickeln lassen. Ich lasse Dias machen und schicke sie an Father Frederic. Er hat einen Aparat und wird uns in Amerika wiedersehen, der schwere Abschied im Walde, ist wohl am besten getroffen Das wäre alles für heute, wenn Ihr noch etwas wissen wollt, ich schreibe gern.
The trip in Czechoslovakia has me so best of all whole eindruckt, that I in August with the whole family again wants to go. I habeein parcel in FatherFrederic his address sent, these were many recollections contain by the big trip. Please, also writes once more and small a little bit more. It interests us, how it goes for you. If your high interest has in some pictures, thus I leave you who develop. I depart Planing acts, and if it sends the father Frederic. He has an Aparat and will see us again in America, the heavy renunciation in the wood, is probably met best of all all This would be everything for today if you know something else want, I write gladly.)
Lucy Ottilia (Aloisia) Tagel
DWS: Lucy was born at Herzogsdorf, Moravia, Austria.
This is not the same city near Linz in modern Austria today
Herzogsdorf, Moravia, Austria in now called Knezpole, Czech Republic.
With 5 brothers and sisters Lucy traveled from Hamburg, Germany in the fall of 1910 to Ellis Island; Antonia Alosia age 23, Johann (John) age 17, Aloisia Ottilia (Lucy) age 15, Wilhelm (William) age 12 and Camilla (Millie) age 9. They arrived 18 months after their father Ludwig came through Ellis Island on his way to O'Neill, Nebraska to meet his brother in law Hugo Latzel. Ludwig Tagel was living with his niece Rosa Latzel-Thoendel at the time of the 1910 census in Deloit Twp, Holt Co, NE near St John's.
As told to Doug W Schueths by his mother Rosie (Schindler) Schueths ...
"Mom when seeing her first bannana upon reaching the US from Europe and not knowing what it was, ate the entire thing peeling and all. She came with 2 brothers and 2 other sisters."
From a legal document owned by Rosie (Schindler) Schueths Lucy's legal name is Aloisia Ottilia Tagel. The document was from the Czechoslovakian Gov.
DWS: ancestry.com Hamburg Passenger Lists, 1850-1934
ethnicity: Österreich (Austrian)
shipping firm: Hamburg-Amerika Linie
date of depature: 12 Nov 1910
port of departure: Hamburg
Port of Arrival: Cuxhaven; Southampton; Cherbourg; New York
Volume: 373-7 I, VIII A 1 Band 228
Microfilm Roll Number: K_1816
-------- arrival at New York ------------
SS Cleveland arrived NYC 23 Nov 1910
'Record of Aliens Held for Special Inquiry'
Tögel Aloisa 15 female single of Herzogsdorf
Kamila 9 female single of Herzogsdorf
Antonia 22 female married? of Herzogsdorf
2 lines down on page
Tögel Johann 17 male single of Herzogsdorf (first name shown as a ditto from line above)
Wilhelm 10 male single of Herzogsdorf
DWS: ancestry.com New York, Passenger Lists, 1820-1957
SS Cleveland arrived NYC 11/23/1910
'Record of Aliens Held for Special Inquiry'
these were the 5 siblings who traveled together.
Name is found at Toegel, Togel, Tagel
From Ellis Island Web Site:
Name: Togel, Aloisa
Ethnicity: Austria German
Place of Residence: Herzogsdaf, Austria
Date of Arrival: November 22, 1910
Age on Arrival: 15y
Marital Status: S
Ship of Travel: Cleveland
Port of Departure: Cuxhaven, Hamburg,Germany
Came with brother Johann (John) arriving 18 months after their father Ludwig came through Ellis Island on his way to O'Neill, Nebraska to meet his brother in law Hugo Latzel.
The scanned image also includes:
Traveling with relation and was number 7 on page 145 of ship manifest (Third Class). Father Ludwig Togel purchased ticket on the ship and no ticket to final destination known. Had $40 and not been in the U.S. before this time. Fair complexion, 5 ft 1 inches ?? uncertain, brown hair brown eyes.
Whether going to join a relative of a friend; and if so, what relative or friend, and his name and complete address:
"Father: Ludwig Tagel
Place of birth: Herzogsdaf, Austria
OBIT from Elgin Review Thursday, Feb 6, 1964 (Nebraska)
"Services Saturday for Mrs. Fred Schindler
Lucy Tagel Schindler passed away in Antelope Memorial hospital in Neligh at 3 a.m. Thursday, Jan. 30, 1964 at the age of 67 years and one month. Death was attributed to a stroke.
Lucy Tagel was born Dec. 31, 1896, a daughter of Ludwig Tagel and Lucy Huffman Tagel at Herzogsdorf, Austria. She came to America in 1910 and attended the Ewing Public School.
Only June 20, 1916 she was united in marriage to Fred Schindler at Ewing. They lived at Ewing until 1924, then moved to Elgin, where she resided until her death.
Survivors are her husband, Fred; four sons, Lambert and Max of Elgin, Vincent of Omaha and Fr. Frederic, O.S.B. (Sylvester) of Conception, MO.; three daughters, Betty (Mrs. John Thiele), Mary Jean (Mrs. Duane Koinzan) both of Clearwater and Rose Marie (Mrs. Henry Schueths) of Elgin; 35 grandchildren; two brothers; John and Bill Tagel of Ewing; three sisters, Mrs. Millie Urban and Mrs. Antonia Hubel of Ewing and Mrs. Molly Springer of West Germany.
She was preceeded in death by one son, Maurice, who died in infancy; two brothers and one sister.
Mrs. Schindler was a member of the Archconfraternaty of Christian Mothers of St Boniface church. her hobbies were sewing and the deep love she had for her children, grandchildren and the enjoyment she received from her host of friends.
Funeral services were held Saturday, Feb. 1 at 9:30 from St. Boniface church.
Celebrant of the Solemn Requiem High Mass was Fr. Frederick Schindler, O.S.B., Conception Abbey, Conception, Mo., son of the deceased. Deacon of the mass was Fr. Wilfrid Tunik, O.S.B. Prior of St. Pius X Monastary of Pevely, Mo. Subdeacon was Father Brian Shanahan, O.S.B., Conception, Mo. and Master of Ceremonies was the Rt. Rev Msgr. Theodore H. Buelt, pastor of St. Boniface church.
The sermon was given by Rt. Rev. Anselm Coppersmith, O.S.B., Abbot, Conception Abbey, Conception, Mo. Guest priests were Fr. Charles Brodersen of Neligh, Fr. Isadore Diebold, O.S.B., Yankton, S.D., Fr. Xavier Nacke, O.S.B. and Frater Jonathan Schneider, O.S.B., both of Conception, Mo.
Pallbearers were grandsons, Larry and Ronald Schindler, Steven and Randall Koinzan and Glenn Schindler all of Elgin and Richard Schindler of Omaha.
Burial was made in St. Boniface cemetery."
DWS: From report by paid researcher in Czech Republic - Martin Pytr 11 May 2013
He had gone to the village of Rýmařov to view the records.
Městský úřad (Town Hall) Rýmařov, birth registers of catholic parish Girsig (Jirikov) 1873-1911
"Ludwig Tögel and his wife Aloisia nee Hoffmann had together following children
Date of birth: 31 Dec 1896
Baptismal date: 3 Jan 1897
and # of house: 12 (housenumber 12 was owned by Ludwig Tögel)
Name: Aloisia Ottilia
Father: Ludwig Tögel farmer in Herzogsdorf, son of Franz Tögel retired farmer in Herzogsdorf and of his wife Antonia a daughter of Johann Altmann farmer in Herzogsdorf
Born on 19 Apr 1856
Married on 9 Nov 1880
Mother: Aloisia a daughter of Eduard Hoffmann, farmer in Girsig and of his wife Ottilie, a daughter of Josef Brix, holder of hereditary Gericht in Girsig
Born on 1 Mar 1858
Godparents, Priest, midwife:Wilhelm Karger farmer in Irmsdorf
Amalia Pfeifer wife of Josef Pfeifer butcher in Römerstadt
Josef Krumpholtz cooperatorAmalia Grotke from Deutschhause 79
Fr Frederic Sylvester Schindler
DWS: Known as Fr Frederic
Father Frederic was born west of the John Bauer farm in Holt Co, NE. on Good Friday and passed away on Holy Saturday at 4:30 am in an Omaha nursing home from bone cancer.
He attended Elgin St Boniface schools thru his second year of high school and then went to Elgin Public Schools for two years to get classes that he would need for Conception schools. He took Latin classes from Fr Theodore Buelt at Elgin also to help prep for Conception schools.
He taught at Conception, MO seminary; Fort Yates, ND Indian reservation and taught German and Latin at Mt Michael Seminary in Elkorn, NE where he retired and lived until his death. Father was affectionetly known for his butch hair cut and sometimes long, dry sermons. Father traveled throughout northeast Nebraska on many weekends and Sundays serving as a substitute priest for the many small town Catholic parishes. He enjoyed mowing the large lawns with a tractor mower.
From prayer card at rosary service the night before his funeral at Mt Michael Chapel.:
'FATHER FREDERIC SCHINDLER, O.S.B.
Father Frederic Schindler, O.S.B., senior member of Mount Michael Abbey, died peacefully on April 3, strengthened by the sacraments and the support and prayers of his fellow monks, family members and friends. He had been ill for several months with cancer.
He was born in the Sandhills area around Ewing, Nebraska, on March 25, 1921, and later grew up in Elgin, Nebraska. His parents were Fred and Lucy (Tagel) Schindler.
In 1938, after attending local grade schools, Father Frederic decided to attend Conception Seminary in Missouri to pursue priest-hood studies. In 1940, he joined the Benedictine community as a novice and professed simple vows on September 1,1941. After his final profession he was ordained to the priesthood on December 19, 1945. His various assignments at Conception Abbey included being a teacher in the high school there, three years at the Indian mission at Fort Yates, North Dakota, chaplain at Clyde Convent for nine years, and novice and cleric master at Conception Abbey from 1962-1964.
In 1964, Father Frederic transferred to Mount Michael Abbey where he continued as a teacher of Latin and German in the high school.
Over the years, Father Frederic also spent countless hours growing trees, shrubs and beautiful lawns which adorn Mount Michael today.
Father Frederic was also director of the Benedictine Oblates of Mount Michael Abbey. The Oblates monthly served an evening meal for the homeless at the Francis House in Omaha. Father Frederic helped prepare and serve it.
A deeply spiritual person, Father Frederic was confessor to the Poor Clare Convent and also Notre Dame Convent in Omaha. He was blessed with a natural bent toward simplicity of spirit. A quiet, gentle and unassuming person, he was a mainstay in the community life at Mount Michael Abbey.
A vigil service was held at 7:30 P.M. Monday, April 5, at Mount Michael Chapel. The Mass of Christian Burial was held on Tuesday, at 10:00 at the parish church, St. Patrick's, in Elkhorn.
Abbot Theodore Wolff, O.S.B.
Mount Michael Abbey'
(Letter Head: Pilgrims Palace Hotel
Jerusalem H.K. of Jordan)
July 15, 1966
Jerusalem, Holy Land
Dear Mary Jean & all;
It seems that traveling and writing do not mix well for Dad and I. You can't write while actually traveling - and after we have traveled we are so tired that writing becomes a matter of postponement. Will try though to get a few words to you.
We left Venice, Italy, by plane flying to Amman, Jordan, via Rome and Beirut, Lebanon. The flight down over Italy was enjoyable - a bit cloudy and hazy so our vision at 12000 ft was not the best. It was Dad's first commercial plane ride. He had a window seat. There was only one slip up. He bought a New York Times before we boarded the plane. Since he hadn't had news from America he was divided between the view from the plane window and the newspaper. A news caption of the heatwave in Nebraska had him disturbed - and too added to this he managed to get in a few winks of snooze.
Landed in Rome, O.K. - we managed to wind our way through the maze of traffic in the Rome terminal and in the end found the right plane at the right time for Amman. It was a jet flight at 33000 ft. Flew down the west coast of Italy - across Italy's foot and then East. Saw Greece and the many Islands in the Aegean sea. This time I was at the window - try to snatch between the clouds and haze a glimpse of the terrain that played historically such a great part of the history of the Romans & the Greeks as contained in Latin & Greek literature. It was dark as we flew over Cyprus, but the lights of the towns could be seen. About this time Dad & I were hard at work with the supper served. The beef must have been Nebraska beef - judging by its taste. We landed at Beirut, Lebanon, but were not allowed to leave the plane. After 3 quarters of an hour we were again air borne - heading southwest towards the capital of Jordan, Amman. It was dark so we did not get to see the upper part of the Holy Land from the air. Flying time to Amman was 20 minutes. After landing we went through the custom officials. Our guide helped us here - he took us to our hotel for the night. The hotel was across the street from a much preserved Roman amphitheater. The hotel was fairly modern - even had hot water and an aircooler in our room. Next morning we took our first really foreign breakfast - tea and bread. By car we started from Amman, a city of about 300,000. It is spread over the steep hills and ravines and crowded with the many refugees from Israel. Judging from what we saw - not only are there many human refugees but there are goats, donkeys, junk cars and what have you. It was an experience to drive through this maze. Everyone and every living creature seems to move with free abandon. We crossed the mountains of Moab and then down into the Jordan Valley to 1200 ft below sea level. We crossed the Jordan (about the size of the Beaver) near where our Lord was baptized. Also saw where the Jesus crossed over into the Land flowing with milk and honey. We drove over to Jericho - visited the excavations of the old city. The ruins date back to 6000 yrs before Xt - interesting. The Dead Sea Valley is hot and dry - and no growth except where the fresh water of the Jordan nourishes life. From Jericho we returned to the spot where Jesus reportedly was baptized - touched the water & took a picture. A negro group from Los Angeles happened to join Dad & I at Jericho. One of the negro ladies was baptized. Her minister performed the ritual by complete submersion. From this point we went down to the Dead Sea. Dad took off his shoes & took a foot bath. The water is about 26% salt - so you can be sure that a foot bath there is a panacea for many a foot disease. Nothing grows in this area - that is why it is called the Dead Sea. In the distance we could see the location of the Qumran caves & the old Eastern monastery. Then on to Jerusalem. It was a drive up & up out of the valley. The ravines & cliffs are deep & rugged. I marvel at the Apostles & our Lord who crossed these at numerous times. Saw the village or inn where the story of the Good Samaritan is described. On into Jerusalem, the first sight was enthralling. The view was no longer a picture but the reality. We approached from the East, crossed the Kidron Valley to our hotel at the north side just above the Damascus Gate. From here we have easy access to the walled city. In the afternoon we took a walk into the city - an unforgettable experience. Shops of all description, people of every size & shape & dress - narrow streets etc etc. We found the Casa Nova of the Franciscans and arranged for my masses while here. We returned to the hotel and called it a day. Dad got pretty tired.
We have now just returned from a trip to Bethlehem. On the way we visited Gethsemane and church of the Assumption. The terrain is rugged down to Bethlehem. Dad was scared a few times. At Bethlehem I said Mass. Visited a few shops but were disappointed with all the commercialism that prevails. Will tell you about the shrine when we get back. Returned to Jerusalem - stopped at the Mt of Olives and saw the place from where our Lord supposedly ascended into Heaven. We are again in our room. Dad was awake when I started this letter but he is now fast asleep. This p.m. we take another tour - this one in the walled city.
We will cross the wall between the Jews & Arabs on Sunday morning, take a tour up to Nazareth and then on June 20th fly to Greece where we will take a half day tour and then on the 21st fly back to Rome. Will spend several days in Rome and then to Venice & Switzerland. Will probably stop again in Landsberg. We will then go to Paris and from there on will be headed homeward - Hope to be home by the 20th or 21st of August.
From the Holy City
P.S. Give this news to others - like I told you is hard to get down to writing. Hope everyone is well.
Maurice J Schindler
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