Saturday, December 27, 2014

Every Family Needs a Rock Hound


Amelia Dolan -

you asked for Uncle Walt, so here you go. Or at least, here's a start. There's no way to tell the story of Walter Haubrich quickly and easily. The 11th of 12 children, a somewhat troubled youth who got himself in trouble, spent some time in jail, was in the Navy, was sometimes considered "persona non grata" in his own family, found some peace and a home in the desert of Arizona, where he finally died alone - well, he is definitely is one of the more interesting characters on the old family tree.

I only remember meeting him in person once, in Kenosha at 4711 20th, at the same time this article appeared in the Kenosha News. Mary was with me and we were playing in the backyard when this jeep pulled up and this sun-hardened looking guy in cowboy hat and boots climbed out. Obviously, we never forgot it.

You may have to enlarge the article to see it. But its fun. The not as fun part of the story I'll save for another time.



Say, "Cheese"

About the time I am writing this, there will be quite a few family pictures taken as families and larger family groups get together at Christmas time. The "family group" picture is one of my favorites for what should be an obvious reason - it puts a larger number of people together at one place and at one time. That provides an opportunity to tell stories and share memories, either about the event (especially if it is more recent) or about individual people (especially true of older pictures.)

Among the many pictures in the "archives" are some good family group shots. There's no way I can show you all of them at one time, but I can share a couple of my favorite and most memorable. This can also be another theme for future "vignettes." (And one reason I asked everyone to take a group shot whereever they are this Christmas-time.)

Just a quick comment about something interesting I have noticed about many of these group shots. Seldom is everybody there. For one reason or another, not everyone is in the picture. Sometimes that is one of the stories to be told.

Location: 4711 20th Ave, Kenosha (The Haubrich homestead and where Unclke Kelly/Aunt Norma lived (downstairs) and Ma Haubrich (upstairs.) 
Date: 1960s, late summer or fall.
Occasion: Uncle George and Ant Lilah leaving Kenosha and moving to California and Ma Haubrich's birthday (I think.)


Here's the roster. That's Mary Beth in the front. Don't ask me why, but I vividly remember that outfit. Over Mary's left shoulder is Aunt Norma, and this is the way I will always remember her. By the way, she was often the hostess for many gathering, 4711 20th being "the" family hub during these years. Norma, I feel, was sort of the "mother hen" of the family during this time, and when she got sick a few years later and died at age 59, a lot of things changed.

The kid with the "say cheese" grin is me and Aunt Lila has her hand on my shoulder. Over my right shoulder is cousin, Audrey Hart. Behind Norma are her cousins, Hilda (Lorenz) Wegner and Elvira Lorenz. Elvira was an "old maid" (not my term) and Hilda was a recent widow. Something I learned just recently is that Aunt Norma and Hilda were more than just cousins, they were best friends from childhood. On the far right is my Grandma Dolan. They often came from Zion for major event gatherings, like this apparently was.

Peeking out between Hilda and Elvira is Aunt Bertha (Kroll) Haubrich. My Grandma (Ma) Haubrich is to her right and Uncle George is behind them. My Great Aunt Bertha was Grandma's little sister, and had been a widow since 1927. (This is 1960, remember.) That is a future story to be told. These two sisters married brothers, my Grandpa ("Pa") Haubrich and his younger brother Adolph. He died in Phoenix, AZ at the age 39. Another vignette to be told.

Finally, that's Mom in the back with Grampa Dolan, and in front of her to her right is her sister, Aunt Lucille (Haubrich) Hart and her husband, Uncle Joe - the family's "one-armed man." I guess there's a story there too.

So...where is my Dad and David? What about Uncle Kelly? And Carol and Warren? I know some of them were there, as other pictures show. Uncle Marv, Aunt Evelyn, and cousin Karen were already moved to California by this time, I think. Somebody took the picture, of course. Maybe not everyone fit in the shot - the living room was not that big. I guess we'll never know. 

Tuesday, December 23, 2014

The Many Faces of Santa

 I was looking for Christmas pictures and as you can imagine, there are quite a few. Couldn't help but notice that at different times and different places (and with different looks) Santa made an appearance. Here are the ones I could find.
 
It starts with David, of course. Gotta love the hat and muffs (with a short-sleeved shirt.) I am guessing that this is somewhere in Milwaukee.
David Dolan and Santa - Early 1950's
 
I'm up next, and I vaguely remember this night. At 1904 Elim in Zion - one of our first Christmases in that house. I think I was pretty excited! Aunt Norma seemed to be loving it; but Grandma Dolan looks a little bored with the whole thing. Maybe it's because she recognized Santa's voice which sounded like maybe he grew up in Scotland, Mmmm, maybe he did. (I guess I didn't wonder where Grampa Dolan was earlier that night.)
 
Santa Visits Johnny Dolan on Christmas Eve
Maybe 1956
David is seven years older than me. Mary and I are only a year a part. She and I did a lot of stuff together - and I guess that includes a visit to Santa. Pretty sure this is downtown Zion, and I vaguely remember that this was in the one on the stores on Sheridan Road.
John and Mary Beth Dolan in Zion, IL
Well, this last one might be my favorite. I don't know what happened. The Grampas and the Dad must of gotten tired of putting on the suit every year, but my girls took it upon themselves to make sure Santa showed up. Petite Santa Sarah had a hard time keeping the pants up, and Amy the elf chose an interesting wardrobe as well. Looks like instead of presents Santa and his helper brought munchies that year. Classic Jeff face and that's Aaron photo bombing before anyone knew that term. Gramma and Grampa Dolan were there that Christmas. I remember that.
 
Clark Street House in Appleton, WI - early to mid 1990's
There may be a couple more, but I couldn't find them. Somewhere I have a great pic of a pastor Christmas get-together in Michigan. Jeff Hopf was Santa and Steve Otto and I were elves. Maybe another Christmas. Jeff was quite a clever guy and my friend Stevie Otto was a character. What fun times those were!
 
Many of you won't know this, but would probably not be surprised, that Grampa Dolan was the Santa Claus of Zion for several years in the 80's-90's. Santa's hut was set up on Sheridan Road in the vacant lot just north of what was then the hardware store (W.T. Grant in my day). Somewhere I have a letter from the Zion Chamber of Commerce thanking him for his many year's of service as Zion's Santa. He did an outstanding job, I guess. I only wish we could have had a mic on him. I'd give anything to hear the conversations he had with all those kids! I'll have to find that letter for next Christmas.

Here is your assignment, if you choose to accept it. If you have any good growing up Santa pictures, I would love to see them!

Monday, December 22, 2014

Great Aunt Lina

Lina Haubrich Wickham
Dear Ian,

When I showed pictures to everyone at Thanksgiving you asked some questions on the way home. You asked about this "rebel" woman in the picture. This is your Great, Great, Great Aunt Lina, the older sister of your Great, Great, Great Grandfather, Albert Haubrich.

Lina was born in Germany in 1891 and when she was just a baby was on a ship with her family on her way to her new home in America. She was the ninth of twelve children with three sisters and eight brothers. She lived in Kenosha, Wisconsin for most of her life, but in 1970 died in southern California where she was living at that time. She was there to be  near her one daughter whose name is Norrine, and still lives in California. Lina married a very kind and friendly man, named Morris Wickham. He died in 1963.

When I called her a "rebel," what I meant was that she was kind of a "free spirit."  She was a good lady, very determined and was always ready to do what needed to be done even if it was not easy or what others would normally do. She was sort of like a "mother hen" for the rest of the family.

For example, one of her brothers  had made a lot mistakes in his life, and was not always very trustworthy, but Aunt Lina would always be there for him and reached out to him to help him. Another time, after World War II when the United States defeated Germany, there were a lot of German people who were in need of help, like food and clothes and blankets. Some of those German people were our cousins and other relatives who still lived in Germany. Aunt Lina responded to their pleas for help and collected things from family members and others to send them. Aunt Lina also took the lead in taking care of her mother in her old age.

So, when I called Aunt Lina a "rebel" - well, that was a way of saying that she was a special lady and one of your more interesting ancestors. And by the way, learning about stuff like this and organizing it, is really pretty easy, and if I can do it, anyone can. It's like most anything - if you are interested in it and work at it, it will usually turn out pretty well.

You can ask me anytime about anyone or anything you want to know about your family. I would love to tell you about them.

Aunt Lina in 1961 with her husband, Morris (right)
and her brother, Walter (left)

Nice Day for a Sled

David, John, and Mary Beth Dolan, Johnnie Maxie
Ophir Park, Zion, IL Late 1950s

Nice day for a post - before I leave the house today I felt the need to share another pic from the archives.

It's a rainy, dreary day in MN and any snow we had is now gone. Guess I have to say that I'm not too sad about that. I miss the sun and wish it weren't so gloomy! And Amy sent a nice winter Montana scene via Facebook today. But call me an old _____ ... I don't miss the snow.

I wonder what happened. I used to love to play in the snow, as my cheesy smile in the photo seems to indicate (Apparently, David not so much!)

I remember that day! Ophir Park, 29th and Sheridan in Zion. Fun day. Good sleddin! That's my old neighborhood friend, Johnnie Maxie next to sister Mary.

Ah...."let it snow, let it snow, let it snow" ... somewhere else!

Saturday, December 20, 2014

Hardrock, Coco, and Joe



There are lots of Christmas memories that people have from their childhood. This one really makes me smile, and the wonders of UTube and technology, I am able to relive them.

This is a classic for me - as it may well be for a lot kids like me growing up with the Chicago TV station, WGN. They had wonderful programing for kids, like Bozo the Clown and Garfield Goose, Family Classics and Captain Kangeroo. And then there's "I'm Hardrock, I'm Coco, I'm Joe." I couldn't believe it when someone posted this on Facebook.

I love it! C'mon Mary and Tom and maybe even David. You gotta remember this!


"... if Only in My Dreams"


I like the old Christmas song - the version by Bing Crosby - I'll Be Home for Christmas. The song ends, "I'll be home for Christmas, if only in my dreams."

1904 Elim Avenue in Zion will always be home for me, and when I think of memorable Christmases, I think of this one. I think it's 1957, and I call it my "fire truck Christmas." What a great present! I loved it. For some reason I remember that Uncle George and Aunt Lilah gave it to me. I will never forget that night. Straight across the room from where I am is the fireplace, and Daddy put a fire in it that night. So I played fire truck all night, in front of the fireplace, running the hook 'n' ladder truck right up the fireplace screen. The tanker had a hose that you could actually have water in it - but I wasn't allowed to do that in the house. (I don't know how they expected me to put out a fire without water!)


Well, it was a tough night and fighting fires on Christmas Eve was obviously exhausting, even if its make believe. Years latter, son Jeffrey would sometime crawl off and fall asleep in unusual places, like under the table or buffet. Must be genetic. This wasn't the only time I did this.

David and Mary Beth will remember that carpet. We had it a long time. I don't remember this myself, but from the pictures, we also had it in the house on 50th Street in Milwaukee. But do you guys remember that flower stand in the lower right of the picture? We must have given that to Gramma Haubrich, because I remember seeing that in her living room in Kenosha for long after that.

Anyway - this is one of my favorite Christmas memories and Christmas pictures.

Friday, December 19, 2014

Christmas Without Lilah

Lilah Helen Adelle Haubrich Donlon
Christmas 2013

One of the last "good" pictures of Aunt Lilah, when she still had a smile for you.. Christmas 2014 will be the first one without her. She had 97 of them! What a blessing.! For her though - this will be the best one of them all!

Thursday, December 18, 2014

Not So Little Lambs

 
 
 
I don't know how old "Mary" was when she had a little lamb, but this 5 year old had some sheep that weren't so little to her. "Tootie" Mateske spent a considerable amount of time with her animal friends. She knew the sheep and the sheep knew her (sorry, couldn't help it!). But really, they did.
 
I like this picture for the obvious reasons. It's a cute picture and it tell a story about how a little girl grew up. But I post it now because again it gives you an idea of what it was like down and around the pond. Look how clean and kept the hill is!

We won't be having any sheep, and I know that 286 E. Montello Street will never be what it once was. But we do hope to give it some of its old life back again. And that won't be so baaaaad, will it? :)

Merry Christmas Mom and Dad!


Not much I want to say about this one - from my favorite picture file. It's Christmas time and I'm missing my Mom and Dad some lately.

I don't remember a bad Christmas growing up. They always made it good. This one is from my first Christmas - 1952. It's our house just off Hampton Ave.- 4700 N. 50th in Milwaukee. (I sure would like to get in there now for a peek!) Mom's jammies with the footies are classic and Daddy's robe. Looks like Mary is gonna make out okay with the presents. And the TV looks interesting too. Wonder who's foot that is sticking out from the couch. Probably one of the Grandmas.

They were so young (32 and 31) and were living the American dream.

Merry Christmas, Mom and Dad! I miss you.

Thursday, December 11, 2014

A Boston Connection

The Gustaf and Emelia (Jonsson) Frykman Family
Cambridge, MA circa 1925

I don't remember exactly when it happened, but one day my Dad called me to say that his cousin, Betty (Dolan) Dix, had something for me. It was this picture. Of course, no one recognized anyone in the picture and didn't know who it was. My Dad should have known, but he probably didn't look that close. But I knew. What a treasure it was, and it opened up a number of doors for me to find out more about family I knew was in the Boston area, and then also our Swedish roots.
 
Luckily, I remembered some other pictures Dad had given me years earlier. In one of  them he identified one of  the ladies in this family picture, a cousin he had only met once, maybe twice, maybe three times. The women sitting on the far left is cousin Hedvig (that's right, Hedvig - I just recently learned they called her "Hattie") nee Frykman Johnson.
 
Here's the connection. The matriarch of this family, the woman on the far right, is Emelia (nee Jonsson) Frykman. She is my 2nd Great Aunt, Dad's Great Aunt. She is the sister of our Great Grandmother (Grampa Dolan's mother), Augusta (nee Jonsson) Ljungberg Dolan. This is part  of our Swedish connection.
 
The Frykman family came to the USA in 1893, Gustaf, Emelia (Emily), and the two girls they had at that time, Hedvig and Lilly. Lilly is the one seated front and right of center. Thy settled in Boston and lived in Cambridge. The generations of the family pictured above are all dead now. Gustaf died in 1933 and the last surviving child of the Frykman girls (not born yet when this was taken) died in 2009.
 
There is more I could say about what I learned about the Frykmans, but the "Jottings" is not the place for it. But there are a couple of sidebars worth mentioning - from what I think is the least interesting to the most interesting. When daughter Amy lived in Boston, we were able to locate the Frykman house and visited graves. Since then I have been in email contact with a granddaughter of Lily Frykman.
 
In 1937 Dad drove Grampa Dolan out to Boston. Gramma Dolan was returning via ship from her one and only return home to England (another story for another time.) I have a picture of Dad with his cousin Clarence Johnson (the boy sitting, left, holding his mother's hand) outside the Frykman house. Dad may have also seen this family when he was in in the Navy in WWII.
 
Finally, Great Gramma (Ljungberg) Dolan, saw her sister only once after they parted as young ladies in Sweden. The clip below from the Cambridge newspaper tells the story.
 



They Don't Make Uniforms Like They Used to (Thank Goodness!)

Bob "Zip" Mateske (far right)
1940's
Montello, WI Basketball
No, this is not five guys lined up for the firing squad, although somebody should get shot for making these guys where uniforms like this. Or maybe this was 1940's dodge ball! Yikes. Oh, well, it was a different time, I guess, and that was the look. That's Bob "Zip" Mateske on the far right!

The Dolan and Mateske boys got their share of basketball pointers from Grampa Mateske - and lost your share of  games of H-O-R-S-E to him as well. Don't let the shorts fool you. Grampa had game. He was one of Montello's best athletes - and in the whole area as well. If he hasn't told you all about it, just ask him. He loves to talk about how it was and how they played, and he knows whereof he speaks. Ask him about being in the army, overseas, at the end of WWII. He even played on a team there. But get ready to hear about passing the ball, getting a good shot, and play defense.

Don't know for sure the time and place of this photo, or what team it is - whether Montello High School or another city team. Maybe we can find that out yet. But the uniforms allow make it a classic!

I do like the shoes though! Whadya think?

Look at the Head on That One!

"Tootie" in the Pond
Down Under at 286 Montello Street
 
So...why is this one of my "faves?"
 
First of all, it's a classic "Tootie" picture. A girl and her dog. The pond. And the hair! What's with the hair?! Whew! I think those are curlers. I hope they are curlers. Not sure which dog. I'm sure she could tell you.
 
But another reason why I like this picture and am posting it, is because it remind you of how things used to look down below. Wide open, grass low (thanks to the sheep), wall and fence in better shape, and the tree. I wonder what happened to the tree.
 
6  months from now, God willing, we will make a beginning of trying to "fix up" the back. It will never be what it was, and that's okay. That's a memory, and mostly good, I'm sure. A lot of blood, sweat, and tears went into it all, and we think it would make Grampa and Granny happy to know we are trying to keep it alive and well.
 
And by the way - we can always use a little help. Bring your work clothes and pond shoes!

"Shorty" and His Bass

Albert Haubrich - Kenosha, WI - circa 1910

I was only three and a half years old when my Grampa Haubrich died, and have only a couple faint memories of him. And I don't remember his voice at all. Most of  what I know about him is from pictures, like this one. I thought he was tall (remember I was three), but it wasn't that long ago that I learned that he was known as "Shorty." One day cousin Betty Jean (Haubrich) Bruno called him Uncle Shorty, and I learned something new.
 
Among his many talents and the interesting facts about  my Grampa was that he was a good musician, as were many in the Haubrich clan. His brothers Frank and Paul were well known in Kenosha circles for their musical talents. (Again, that is another story in itself backed up by a number of pretty cool pictures!) The apple didn't fall far from the tree either as son Marvin (My Uncle Marv) played bass in dance bands around Kenosha and also played other instruments. Mom complained (not so kiddingly) that since she was the youngest (and probably an accident), she never got music lessons. That must have rubbed off on her children. Except for David's interesting year with a trombone at Friedens school in Kenosha, and Mary Beth plunking on the piano for a while at 1904 Elim (remember, Mary and David, we had a piano once, but then it was gone!), the music gene must have skipped our branch of the tree. Take "note" as well (groan!)  that I have no musical ability what's-so-ever.
 
"Pa" Haubrich (as everyone called him) was an interesting guy. I could show you dozens of pictures of him and share more  than a few stories that the pictures tell. But this is one of my "faves!" Besides the man and his bass, notice other stuff in the picture. That's their wedding picture on the left wall. There are three other pictures on the table but I cannot make them out and don't recognize them. The table and the lamp are pretty interesting too. I wish this were in color Any guess on the colors of the wallpaper and the carpet?!
 
When I get to heaven, "Pa" is one guy I will have to spend some time with. I have a lot of questions, and I bet he has a few good tales to tell. And, Mmmm! I wonder what happened to that bass?


Tuesday, December 9, 2014

Happy 60th, Tom!! Whoo Hoo!

First Posted on Facebook on May 16, 2009 at 3:57pm

Way to go, Tom. You haven't changed one little bit!

Tom Williams Christmas 1974
Tom and Mary Beth Williams Christmas 1974
 

          Emilie Carlson John everyone wants to know whoes houes this is at. We all enjoyed. Thanks

Great Grampa Mateske Died On This Day

I don't have a picture of him scanned to share, yet. But Great Grampa Mateske, Edward Walter Mateske, died on this day, December 9th in 1959. That was 55 years ago. What caught my eye today is that he was only 60 years old. Wow! A young man.

Don't know a lot that I can share right now, but stay tuned. Better yet, come to Montello next summer and I will show you some of his  handywork. Mmm - a teaser! Or ask Grampa Mateske. He'll tell you a few stories - right Amy?

Edward Walter was born in July of 1899 in Montello and spent his entire life there. He married Jennie Minnie Crown (Gramma Minnie) in May of 1927. The had three children: Grampa, Robert, Sr., Lyle Walter who died in 1934 (3 years old and another future story), and Mary Jane (Aunt Jane) who died in 1988.

I don't have a picture of him yet, but this is what Montello would have looked like when he was a boy
Enjoy and remember Great Grampa.

Monday, December 8, 2014

Another Birthday This Week

First Posted on Facebook on May 16, 2009 at 9:31pm

Axel Ljungberg, Goteberg, Sweden 1891
Axel Ljunberg in Goteberg, Sweden 1891
My favorite brother-in-law Tom is not the only family member with a birthday today.

Wednesday is also the birthday of my great grandfather, Axel Ljunberg (like Youngberg, but pronounced something like Youngberry). Born May 20, 1854 in Goteberg, Sweden, he would be 155 years old today. The fact is, he only lived to be 38 years old. He died in 1892 in a drowning accident, when my grandpa was only a little over a year old. That is a sad and interesting story in itself - there was a police investigaton and even a rumor of a possible murder. I've got a copy of the police report in Swedish, but that story is for another time.

Axel, was a "bokhalleren, by trade. That is, a bookkeeper. Axel was the fourth of five children born to Gustaf and Sofia Ljungberg.

Happy Birthday Tom and Grandpa Ljungberg!
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Remember Johnny

First Posted on Facebook on May 23, 2009 at 5:49pm

John "Johnny" Connell is Grandpa Dolan's first cousin; son of John and Lily (Dolan) Connell of Zion. After graduating from Z-B High school in the spring of 1943 he quickly joined the army. When two of his uncles took him to the train station when he was leaving for the Pacific, he told them that he didn't think he was going to come back.
Grandpa Dolan and Johnny almost crossed paths at Pearl Harbor in November of 1943, but they just missed each other. They never saw each other again.
Johnny was with the army's 27th Infantry Division and fought in the battle of Saipan. He was badly wounded while assaulting Japanese machine gun emplacements. In order to identify hidden positions he drew enemy fire on himself, was hit once, but continued to fire on the position until it could be destroyed. He was hit again. He was taken back to an aid station on a tank, but died of his wounds on June 24, 1944. He received the Silver Star for heroism.
Johnny was buried in a military cemetery on Saipan, and my Uncle Ernie Dolan (who was with the Navy Seabees) visited his grave there. After the war his remains were brought home and he is now buried at Mt. Olivet cemetery in Zion. His sweetheart from high school continues to keep flowers on his grave to this day. His death had a huge impact on the family for years to come, and is, I believe, where I got my name.
Remember Johnny Connell on Memorial Day.
John W. Connell
Killed on Saipan, June 1944
Prt. John W. Connell Killed on Saipan June 1944
Photo Taken at Pearl Harbor

Amy Dolan Thanks for sharing, Dad. That's a neat story, though really sad. And that one I remember you telling me about, but not with that many details. Can you see any of us in his face? I see a little Sarah and a little Jeff...
  • Paul Dolan Thanks - impressive story - his face is definitely 100% Dolan
  • Emilie Carlson Great family history Uncle John. Thank you for sharing.
  • Erin Peterson i love hearing these stories! keep them coming
  • Rachel Zietlow I love the background on this picture.
  • Sarah Schaser I loved reading this story...got goosebumps... thanks for sharing!