Monday, April 27, 2020

Slipping and Stones

No, this post is not about slipping on stones, but rather my car slipping due to a load of stones in the back.  On the Saturday before Easter and I saw a post on Facebook of a local resident getting rid of some landscape stones that are used as bed mulch.  I have used landscape stones in some beds due to the fact that they do not have to be replaced annually like mulch.  I messaged him and got more information, but he said he needed them gone Easter Sunday.  I was not going to do such labor on Easter Sunday so I passed.  But it came back around.  I got stuck in my yard when trying to haul the stones on Monday morning.
Tire Marks
On Monday morning after my walk I saw a post that the person still had the stones available and wanted to know if I wanted them. He said he had ten others interested, but my wife said that probably was not the case.  I got in my car drove to the west side of town and took a look, called my wife and had her use my computer to message the guy that I would take the stones.  While larger than what I would have used, they were about 2" when I would have used 1", I thought I cannot pass on free rock.  I had two intended purposes, first to add more to my front bed that has rock, and second to use it as backfill during my repair of the limestone wall I built 29 years ago this coming September.  Winter and chipmunks have taken a toll on the wall over the ensuing decades and some rocks disintegrated and broke apart in slivered sections along their sedimentary lines due to freeze and thaw.
More damage, which I raked and forked to raise up
the depression
So, it was that Monday when I loaded up the first of four or five loads of stone in the back of my little Vibe.  Not knowing when I would get to reconstruction of the wall, due to the need for some more limestone, I decided to try and drive the car around the front of the house to the northerly side of the house and unload on the north side of the house.  Well it had rained over night, and in trying to turn the corner to the north side and go up slope at the same time, I got stuck.  I decided to unload the stone in the front bed, and then try to move the car.  That did not work either. I likely made matters worse as I gut stuck near a tree, which prohibited me from backing up any decent amount. The front wheels spun and made mud, due to what I later found was over an inch of rain the prior night, at least according to my rain gauge.  I tried to back up, but no luck, because of the tree.  I then decided that I would need assistance, so I went into the house and got my wife to drive while I pushed and we made no head way.  She wanted me to call a tow truck to see if they could figure it out, since the tree was in our way.  Before resorting to using our just purchased AAA, I got an old rug and some fiber board and laid it under the front tires and pushed as my wife drove and that finally did the trick as we got further west and north along the side of the house, to turn the car and then back down the side property line to the street.  Well, that incident and my wife's comments put an end to my driving on the lawn.

I went back and obtained three or four more loads  of stone and backed up into the drive and then loaded up a five gallon bucket to haul to the front bed for storage.  It was a dirty and hard job, and I have found out it is not near as easy to haul five gallon buckets, even resorting to partially full, at age 62 as it was at age 33.  The next day I spread some of the rock in the front bed, and left a long linear pile for use in the wall project.

Twenty nine years ago I built the two tiered wall as a rose bed, but the upper bed has been converted to mainly perennials. The wall needed to be rebuilt before the roses started to take off for the season.  I was going to wait to get the limestone after Safer at Home expired on April 24, but when extended to after Memorial Day, I realized I might as well start it now.  On Friday, April 17 I went to Midwest Decorative Stone, which I guess is an essential business although JoAnn Fabrics is not, and picked up 10 retaining wall stones, or almost 500 pounds worth.  When I constructed the wall they carried what they called quarry stone, and the owner of Midwest handpicked quarry rock that varied in size and dimensions for me to build the wall.  They were a young business at the time,having just started operation in 1991.  They no longer carry that type of rock, but carry a split limestone of more equal dimensions.  Hence, I found myself, with the assistance of my wife, taking down over two thirds of the lower retaining wall and reconstructing it using mainly old stones and several of the new rocks I picked up to replace those that had broken and were disintegrating.

I had rebuilt a small part of the lower wall last October, so most of the front wall, but for perhaps two feet, has now been rebuilt.  With the original build, I used stone backfill, between the limestone and the dirt with a landscape fabric between the dirt and the stone.  I found out that was not chipmunk proof as they dug in and out and the fabric got mixed with dirt in their mining.  What I decided to do was encase the stone back fill with fabric on all four sides, so they cannot, or hopefully not, mine out the backfill rock.  I had to haul several buckets of rock from the front yard to the back for the reconstruction.  My wife also would not let me drive our Jeep, which I used to get the limestone, on to the lawn, as she was concerned I would make more of a mess.  So, I hauled those to the backyard by hand too.  It was about six hours of hard labor.  There was a point early on when my wife seriously suggested that I should hire the repair out.  But, we persevered. I told her this is a fun project.  I think she shook her head.
Reconstructed lower wall section
In the end, the lower wall is now rebuilt, and more landscape stone remains for me to haul and save for some other project.  The worst part of reconstructing the wall is the hauling of materials to the backyard. Tear down and rebuild is a great deal of work, but provides satisfaction when you see the completed project. Slipping wheels, with a car back full of stone made the job more difficult, and now I have to hope the lawn comes back from the damage caused by slipping with a trunk full of stones.








Sunday, April 19, 2020

Park, Pee, Pandemic

It was a nice spring day on April 2, of this year, so my spouse and I traveled to Devil's Lake State Park to do some hiking.  State parks in the southern part of the state were closed on April 9 due to the Covid-19, so I am not sure when we will next get to a state park in this region.  Devil's Lake has a north shore and a south shore, with the lake between and the lake surrounded by large bluffs.  I picked the south shore as I  have usually found the north shore to be much busier.  We arrived early since we know crowds pick up about noon.  I was surprised at the amount of vehicles in the parking lot near the east bluff when we arrived, but more surprised at the number when we completed the hike of the Grotto's trail, which is the same trail we used snowshoeing several weeks ago. Well, peeing in a time of pandemic is different, but I found out from the wife it is more difficult for females.
Old foundation near Grotto Trail
After completing the Grotto's Trail I hiked up to the confluence with the Balanced Rock Trail as my wife headed back.  After that short trek, I turned around and met up with her.  Social distancing on the narrow Pot Hole and Balanced Rock Trails would be difficult  so we chose not to do those trails.  I thought that they should institute a one way route for those narrow trails.  At the time I thought they should make them one way during the Covid-19 outbreak.  When I caught up with her, which was not hard to do, since I can get 1/3 more distance, but fewer steps in the same amount of time, we decided to walk along the south lake shore. As we approached the main restroom building next to the concession stand, I thought perhaps they may open as you could hear the fan and see lights on.  No, they were not open and the sign on the door with its map directed people to the privy by the east bluff until the restroom opens. 
Boulder field
We continued on our way and made our way to the parking lot that serves the west bluff hiking trails, and the boat landing.  Well, that restroom, a privy, was closed due to the Corona virus.  That means there was only one restroom open for all of the people at the south shore. When we noticed the privy by the boat launch was closed we both thought they are concentrating everyone to one toilet building, which to us seems to increase the chance of getting the virus. So we turned around and hiked back.  It is amazing the amount of persons we saw.  Families, people that were even older than my wife, and young people.  Plenty of Millennial aged young adults.  We sat on a bench and ate a protein bar, and then we continued on our way.  It was actually interesting to watch people.  As we passed the concession stand a man walked up to the main restroom and saw it was closed, but he must have misread the map because he went to the nearest toilet building east.  We continued to our car which was before the privy.  
Rock Outcropping
As we walked back from the west parking lot I noted to my wife that I would need to use the restroom before leaving.  My wife said she would wait until we got home due to all the touching.  I then said well, I only need to touch the door to get in and get out. She then said, well, that is thinking of yourself.  She then went into a litany of the 1001 items a female needs to touch to go number one.  Given the litany of items you might as well being doing number two, too.  It was a rather detailed explanation.  She said there should be a blog post about this, which is why I am writing this blog, but really she did not have to give so much information. It was a case of TMI.  The State is nice enough to put hand sanitizer in the restroom, so I added a touch.  Good thing my wife has a nurse bladder.
Small stream
As I approached the privy, or restroom, I noticed a line of several women cued for the women's restroom.  As I got closer I saw two I-generation young ladies, perhaps 17 to 20, looking around and moving toward the men's restroom.  Someone let them know I was coming up and they started to step back to let me go ahead, but I told them, being a gentleman, to go ahead and use the toilet. Both went in at the same time.  It took them quite some time to exit, as three persons went into the women's restroom and exited before those two exited the men's restroom.  Maybe they tried to figure out how to use a urinal.  By this time the man who had been looking for a toilet arrived as did one or two other men and many more women.  While waiting in line as those two I gens used the men's restroom, I said to a woman near me that this reminded me of years ago going to a movie at the Orpheum theater, Indiana Jones, and there is a long line for the women, but no line for the men.  As I entered the men's room I see a female exit.  That female, happened to be a friend of the woman I was dating (my future wife).  Anyway, as the young women exit the privy at Devil's Lake, I use my foot to keep the door open, and only needed to use one hand to retrieve hand sanitizer and the other to open the door. I then cleaned my hands after exit. Thus, my hands touched only two non personal items, the hand sanitizer and the door to exit.  We both had hand sanitizer with us, and a set of wipes.  I did not have the litany of bathroom effort that my wife decided to pass and wait the hour drive to home.
View of one of the South Shore Parking lots
A week later, the Governor ordered 40 state parks and recreation areas, mostly in the southern part of the state closed. But, he kept state trails open. In March they waived the fee for state parks, but we already have our pass.  Perhaps the no fee decision led to overcrowding, and the vandalism that occurred at some state parks on which the closure order was based.  As the world waits out Covid-19 we are not sure when we will once again be able to go to a state park, at least in the southern part of the state.  Our thoughts now turn to what will be open for camping, and when.









Sunday, April 12, 2020

Working Wife

A few years ago, a coworker while on vacation took a photo of a wood sign she had seen which read:  "A Retired Husband is a Wife's Full-time Job."  I have now been retired for 21 months and I am here to say that I am not a full-time job for my wife.  If I was a full time job she would not complain about being bored.  On Wednesday, April 8 she read to me a Facebook post she had written.  In this time of the pandemic, life is different even for those of us who are retired.  Other than a few trips we have been at home for over three weeks now.
Photo of Sign my Co-Worker saw
I suspect if there was anything to a retired husband being a wife's full time job my wife would say it would be me.  Even before I was given the photo of the above sign, my co-worker, who was actually an employee under me, and my wife had a game where the co-worker would tell my wife on a Friday that for the weekend, I would be my wife's responsibility, and my wife would tell the co-worker that she was the one who had responsibility for a long work day.  I still am not sure why they needed to play that type of game.  Yes, the two of them had quite the game going. I think the co-worker told my wife at my retirement get-together in June of 20018 that my wife would now have me full-time.  Even though a wide variation in age, the two of them are rather alike, at times they were so alike it was almost scary. They are both very organized and like to keep things in order. And they both like making lists.  Lists, and more lists. My wife has old notebooks filled with lists old and new. My co-worker had lists on her desk, and posted on the meager walls of her cubicle.
April 10, 2020
I think my wife's list making comes from the fact that she has a hard time relaxing.  She is always moving around and has a difficult time sitting still. I am able to find things to keep me occupied, such as doing this blog, genealogy research, or, now that it is nicer, work in the yard and garden. People often say I am restless, including my wife, but I don't think I am as restless as her.
April 10, 2020
My wife has an odd idea of fun.  To her having fun means to organize, and to reorganize what she organized. Although I think this has now run its course. I suppose after awhile one can get bored organizing and reorganizing. How much organizing can one do?  A few weeks ago, we de-iced the freezer, which she then reorganized and, with my help, made a list of everything in the freezer. I could now tell you how many bags of frozen raspberries we have (29 as of 4/12/20 if you are interested). She also organized the shelves in the basement that hold our extra food and supply stocks that do not fit in our upstairs kitchen cupboards, or pantry.  I wonder if this is related to the female nesting instinct.  Another example, a couple weeks ago I noticed how much our barrister bookcase in the living room was leaning away from the wall, so we decided to relocate it to a different room with a wood, rather than carpet, floor.  Well, it still leaned.  We found out it was the floor.  So, we put a felt pads under the front corners to adjust for the difference.  That was able to keep her busy for part of the afternoon.  Just before we started that project, I told her how I do not live up to that sign about a husband being the full time job for his wife (which is posted on her sewing cabinet), or else she would not be bored, because she would be tired from having had a full day of dealing with me.  This project provided the opportunity for her to get on my back about me actually being a full time job. In unloading a cabinet with which were going to switch the bookcase with, she had unloaded some glassware.  I unloaded a drawer that had picture frames that were stacked on on top of the other.  I put the stack of frames on the table next to the glassware.  She had to comment that this was not smart, and then added that perhaps I was a full time job. I reduced the pile of picture frames.
April 10, 2020
Well, my being a full time job did not last long because it was the following week when she did her Facebook post. I do try to keep her occupied with different chores.  For example, since she is so bored, why not let her do the cooking?  That will keep her occupied for part of the day. If not cooking, than also planning the meal which may take more time than actually making a meal. She likes to plan meals well ahead of time.  Apparently cooking dinner is not on her A list of what she would like to do to keep busy as she wants me to do some cooking. I did so one Friday and we cooked together on Good Friday for the evening meal.  Yet, as I worked on this blog on Good Friday she has spent most of the morning in the kitchen, making biscotti and bread--this is her morning project.
April 10, 2020
At times my doing cooking can be fraught with problems due to her organizing.  She organizes and reorganizes and there are items I have trouble finding, so she tells me where to find them or gets them out.  She then likes to complain about the trouble I have finding which makes her say that she may as well do the cooking.  As I was looking for spices, while cooking dinner on April 3, she came over and got one of the required spices out.  I had yet to get to it, and I did know where it was located.  She cannot help but get involved, and I told her that her locating that one spice was not on me.  As I cooked dinner on Friday, April 3 she messaged our sister-in-law saying that now she knows how it feels to not have to cook dinner.   My brother does most of the cooking in their household since he retired last fall. With my wife, I thought we had a marriage made in heaven, she likes to cook and I like to eat.
Lists on our Freezer showing items on shelves
by freezer sides, and the middle list what is in freezer
With the old saying Happy Wife, Happy Life, I have tried to keep her from getting bored by allowing her to cook, and let her do what she likes to do: organize and reorganize (although it is not like I could stop her from organizing).  While organizing may never go out of style, apparently she can get tired of cooking. 

Well, at least I tried to keep her from getting bored.  While my retired wife needs to work at something to keep her busy and avoid boredom, this clearly proves that I am not her full time job.  If I was a full time job she would be kept busy with the retired husband, and not needing to find things to keep her occupied.

Happy Easter.










Sunday, April 5, 2020

Family History and Notoriety

One Tuesday evening during a "Hovel Hangout" started in this time of the Covid-19 pandemic, a family member asked what I found notable in family history. I provided a couple answers:  Joseph Hovel (b. 1808) my great great grandfather who at age 60 emigrated to the US, and Fr Joseph Reiner, SJ, my great uncle.  But, that got me to think about what was usual or unusual in family history, and what makes something notable. As I thought more about the question, many instances of what is notable came to mind.  It is not like our ancestors were famous persons, but each in their own way made a contribution to society.  History is a compilation of stories and often the more "mundane" stories fall by the way side, or are never told, but that does not mean they lack value. Our family has the good and the bad, some of which I have blogged about before.  Most of the time their work and deeds were usual and common.  This blog post is meant to take a stab at some interesting stories or occurrences of our ancestors that got us to this point.  As everyone is aware, a family tree expands as it goes back in time, I have two parents, four grandparents, eight great grandparents, sixteen great great grandparents. That does not even include cousin, aunt or uncle relationships. That is a large number of people.  I have more information on some families than others, which limits what I am able to write.  What I find is that times of transition are often notable.  Why? Because they represent a time of change, a change of direction.  In some cases the change was unexpected (death or accident), at others it was conscious, for example marriage or emigration to the US.
Part of Dolni Chrastany Plat Map
Our ancestors were common men and women who went about their daily tasks to eek out a living for themselves and their families. Yet, as is common, they looked to improve their situation and lives of their children. They were also persons of deep religious faith and conviction. They were everyday folks who went about their life and engaged in varied occupations and deeds.  One could say they were a microcosm formed and altered by national and world events.  Even with differences they tend to more similar.  Let us take a step back in time in an attempt to point out notable characteristics of our ancestors.  Emigration for Europe, for example was not simple.  It involved arduous and monotonous hours on often overcrowded ships with little to read, no movies, and no cellphone.  They were taking a risk, hoping the reward outweighed the issues of trans-Atlantic crossing, and finding a new community.
Ratiborova Lhota Plat Map, 1825-1835
First, let me examine the origin of the family surname of Havel. For that we need to go way back in time to about 590, even before surnames came into use.  (Surnames in Bohemia started in the middle ages, but were not stable.  They changed based on occupation and other factors; surname stability is thought to have started in the 1700's.) The surname was Anglified to Hovel sometime after 1905 by Martin, his children, his brother John's descendants (John died in a tragic farm accident in 1905), and his sisters.  Martin's two younger brothers would keep the old country spelling, one choosing the Bohemian Havel, and the other, the youngest, using the German Hawel. (Maybe it is related to the event in 1907, which you can read here, but that is pure speculation.) The Bohemian derivation for Havel comes from the first name Gallus.  Gallus, in turn, comes from the monk we now know as St Gaul, who was Irish, and traveled  from Ireland to mainland Europe in about 590 as one of the companions of St Columbanus. Their goal was to reestablish learning, and monasteries on the continent following the downfall of the Roman Empire and the sacks and vandalism that occurred by varied migrating tribes.  For example, one such tribe known as the Vandals, gives us the word vandalism.  A shipwreck on way to the continent left only five survivors: Columbanus, Gaul and three other monks.  The surname Havel is a recognition of the contributions of St Gaul to Western Civilization. What is interesting is that near 1,400 years later this would come full circle when Mary Jeanne Sweeney, whose paternal parents hailed from Ireland, married Roy Bernard Hovel.  Roy had a surname recognizing the contributions of St Gaul to the central region of Europe.  An additional coincidence, the two were married at St Columbanus Church in Chicago, a church named after St Gall's boss.
Sacramental Record Marriage of Simon Hawel and Elizabeth Pesek (1735)
With that story complete, let us move ahead to the main object of this post.  We travel ahead several hundred years to 1735 where we find ourselves on a rural road in southern Bohemia, which at the time was part of the Austro-Hungarian Empire. Farming was the reason for the existence for the small villages in this part of Bohemia.  In Bohemia, there was a pattern in which the farmland radiated out from the village like spokes on a bicycle rim.  The pattern was a result of the manor system.  Barn and home were often one structure.  There were three classes of farms, the third class consisted of large farmers who tilled perhaps up to 25 acres, second was a small farmer who tilled about 5 to 10  acres, and the first class, who were day laborers either working the land and/or providing a skill.  The road we are on is in a small farm community known as Ratiborova Lhota, where my sixth great grandfather Simon Hawel (Havel in Czech) is living.  If we were there on 8 July 1735 we may have seen Simon marry Elizabeth Pesek who hailed from the village of Vrbice.  In at least one birth record of a child, Simon is listed as a tenant and a weaver, so he is of the first class.  The home at 15 Ratiborova Lhota is more than likely the ancestral home for the Hovel family. What is significant is that our 5th great grandfather Mathous Hovel, Simon's son, was a farmer, not a weaver.  Simon's great grandson Frantisek, would make a move to Dolni Chrastany.
Baltimore Ship Log page with Hawel Family
Frantisek Hawel, a great grandson of Simon and our third great grandfather, would move from Lhota to Dolni Chrastany which today is about a 13 minute car ride using an eleven mile circuitous route from the ancestral village. Frantisek would grow his farming operation so much that the cadastral maps produced from 1825 to 1835 show him having owned several parcels, some radiating out from the town, others portions of a radial arm. It could be a long distance to the far end of a field, if you could get to it because a marsh or other feature may make that difficult.  I am not certain of the acreage he owned. Land holdings in Bohemia would stretch back in long fingers from the village.  Land, when it was divided was not done so in "40's", but rather divided down the middle, leading to long narrow parcels. This method was felt more equal to the parties.  It would also not be unusual for generations of paternal and maternal families to share a living quarters.  What is critical to know is that farms were generally passed down, by law, to male descendants.  That changed in the 1860's and now farms could be passed down to all family members.  This change, and Prussian movement into parts of Bohemia may have helped spur Frantisek's son, Josef, to emigrate to the United States.
Havel Home at 18 Dolni Chrastany, Bohemia
Source:  Mary B Hovel

Josef, my gg grandfather  had nine children, but son Jakob died in 1854 at 6 months of age, which would leave the family split between four boys and four girls.  At the age of 60, with his wife and eight children, the youngest being only 6 months of age, the family would embark on the quest to emigrate to the United States.  They would travel over 780 miles, from Dolni Chrastany to Bremen Germany where they would board the steamship SS Baltimore.  This immigrant ship would then journey almost 4,400 miles to Baltimore, MD. From Maryland they made their way to Wisconsin likely using rail, as steamship lines partnered with railroads.  They would settle in Jefferson County, an area heavy in German and Landskroner settlers.  Catherine Popp, a daughter of Josef and Anna Hawel, commented that the journey took 17 weeks. In this vein, the youngest child when he disembarked, was nine months of age and had spent a third of his life in this migration. Nearby Watertown was one of the largest settlements in the state in 1868.  What is called the Watertown and Waterloo Landskroner and German Settlement Areas would stretch as far west as Sun Prairie, WI.
Sacramental Record Josef Dusek Birth and Baptism
Josef and Anna's second oldest son, Martin, would marry Amelia Duscheck in East Bristol in 1877.  You can read about their marriage and early life here.  Amelia was born in the Town of Milford, Jefferson County on the last day of the year in 1859.  Amelia was the daughter of Josef Dusek and his second wife Rosalie Belenka; they were married in 1851.  Josef and family arrived in North America through the port of Quebec in what is thought to be August 1854. From there he came to Wisconsin and signed his Intention to become a Citizen of the United States; which he did on March 10, 1858 in Jefferson County, Wisconsin. Eventually he signed the Petition to become a Citizen on February 21, 1860.  While from Bohemia, Josef and Rosalie are thought to be of German heritage and their ancestors had settled in what is termed the Landskroner region of Bohemia. During WWII when Roy Hovel, my father, was with the 83rd infantry division near Neuss and Dusseldorf, he wrote home: “had been at Neuss as you probably learned from the papers. Just across the river from Dusseldorf where Daddy’s relation from his mother’s side are from.”  I am not sure what they knew about the history of the Duscheck side coming from Bohemia as both Josef and Rosalie were born in Bohemia.  Perhaps other relatives still lived in Germany.
Part Dolni Chrastany Plat Map
Just north of Stream is some of Franz Havel (Habel) land
What is notable about Josef Duscheck, between children sired by two wives, by looking at his descendants it seems that near one half of Sun Prairie back in 1960 could trace relation to him.  Having departed from Horni Houtevec (Czech name, German name is Hertersdorf), they moved to Sun Prairie from the Town of Milford in Jefferson County sometime in 1867, or early 1868.  Rosalie, was perhaps the last representative of a pioneer family of the Sun Prairie area.  She left a major mark on the small village upon her death in 1921, as is telling from this article:
Last Friday morning, Oct. 14, 1921, the tolling of the church bell marked the passing of one of our pioneer women, the second oldest person in our village. Although her many friends knew she could not be with us long, at the last her going was very sudden. Grandma Duscheck, as she was known to her many grandchildren and a large circle of friends has left a void not easily filled. Had she lived until Feb. 3, 1922 she would have been ninety-three years old.

Rosalia Belenka was born in Hertersdorf, Austria, in 1829. She spent her girlhood days there till when was married in 1851 to Joseph Duscheck.

Three years later they came to America. They were nine weeks on the ocean in a sailing vessel and their oldest son, Rudolph, was born a day before landing at Quebec. They went first to Watertown, where they lived on a farm till 1867, when they moved to the farm in Bristol Township, which was to be the family home for many years.

 In 1877 Joseph Duscheck died, leaving his widow with six of the nine children who had been born to them and five step-children, which were Mr. Duscheck's children by a former marriage. Mrs. Duscheck showed her courage and business ability in managing the farm and looking after her children, three of whom were very young when their father died. In 1891 she moved to this village with her son, Edward, with whom she has made her home ever since. 

Mrs. Duscheck endured the hard work and privations of a pioneer woman with unfailing courage and cheerfulness. She was not only a devoted wife and mother but a true friend, beloved by a great circle of friends. She was a most devout Christian finding her great pleasure in attending mass; for nearly thirty years she scarcely missed a day, starting out every morning in spite of the most severe storms until three years ago when she became confined to the house and a little later to her bed. Her greatest lament was that she could no longer attend service.
In Rosalie's eyes the last gift she was given was when her children hauled in her a wheel chair to the newly completed Sacred Hearts Church in Sun Prairie, "where she found a great joy in praying at the altar.

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Grandma Duscheck with daughter Anne
and grandchild Marion
The immigration of the Duscheck and the Hovel families was part of a chain migration as the whole family departed and found settlement in German-Czech settlements in Wisconsin.  In effect they were not uprooted as much as transplanted as the community to which they moved held many of the same traditions as the places from which they had come.  In the case of the Hovel side, at least one resident of Dolni Chrastany, Jacob Fitzl (who arrived in Baltimore in Nov 1866 and made his way to Wisconsin), was already in Jefferson County, and he would marry their oldest daughter, Anna.  The Duscheck's would find commonality from their community with names like Suchomel, Langer, Motl, Benish, Huebel, Mautz and Blaska (to name a few) that hail from the Landskroner region.  As we see the Hovel side was involved in chain migration.  What about the Sweeney side?
Rosalie Belenka Duscheck Sacramental Baptismal and Birth Record
I lack evidence of whether John and Mary O'Connor Sweeney were part of a chain migration to the United States, but they left at a time not uncommon for movement to the United States, although it was probably after the potato famine.  John and Mary Sweeney, (my great great grandparents on my mother's side) were from Ireland, and it is believed they and whatever children (Including my great grandfather John C) they had at that point emigrated to the United States.  Their migration is thought to have occurred when their son John Charles was about nine years old, so about 1856.  They were not farmers, but had other trades.  One of our relatives, Great Aunt Dora, indicates that John was a stone mason and then she relates him to an architect today so he was likely a master stone mason.  John Charles, was involved in a much different operation in the United States.  He was mining coal in the underground mines near Arnot, PA in 1880.
1880 Census Showing John C Sweeney Occupation as a Miner
It appears that Sweeney family perhaps mined, ran a hotel for a short while and then returned to mining in Arnot, PA where my grandfather Leo F Sweeney, Sr was born. It is here that a strike occurred and they decided that new employment was needed.  Due to the coal mine strike the oldest son, John was sent to Chicago to gain employment and provide information on job opportunities.  John was about 12 years of age and he would live with his Aunt Nora (his mother Bridget's sister) and her husband Martin Roche.  John found work at a meat packing house, and sent back a message that the rest of the family should move to Chicago.  His father, John Charles would also take up work at a meat packing house and did so until about 1908 (per death record).  The last seven or so years as a foreman.  While many deride the meat packing houses of Chicago, the conditions of which were popularized by Upton Sinclair in his novel The Jungle, maybe the conditions of the meat packing house were better than those in the coal mines of Pennsylvania.  The meat packing industry provided a fresh start for the John C Sweeney family. Grandpa Leo Sweeney's oldest brother would become a meat broker.  Leo worked for John at one time, although John laid him off on Christmas Eve during the depression.
Sweeney Family Photo, Circa 1900
John C is in front row kneeling, Bridget is is front row, 2nd from right
Grandfather Leo is to right of John C.  John Sweeney is back row right
John Charles would see his grandchildren of his youngest son Leo all go on to graduate from college.  Not only that, they would attend Catholic boarding secondary schools in Prairie du Chien, WI.  What makes this important, was that my mother was a classmate with my Dad's sister at St Mary's Academy in Prairie du Chien.  My mother's aunt, Sister Constance taught grades 7 and 8 at Sacred Hearts school from 1937 to 1941, and we know Mom and her siblings would visit their aunt during the summers.  It may have been on one of those visits, or later in time when Anita, whose home parish was Sacred Hearts, met up with her school friend and took her to family home on County N.  As lore goes, my Mom saw my Dad working in the fields, shirtless on a tractor. Well, you get the rest. So the story goes.  We do know our parents met because of the St Mary's connection. 
Stefan Eireiner in Duetschland Ship Log, 1871
3rd from top
Stephen Eireiner, my Mom's grandfather, was a lone-wolf arrival in the United States.  He traveled by himself on the long journey from Germany to his arrival in NY NY on Oct 9, 1871 aboard the Duestchland. He was just shy of 23 years of age. He then had to travel from New York to Chicago.  It is possible he may have had some relation in Chicago, but more research is needed.  Stephen first took up his occupation as a bootmaker, ie cobbler.  My mother's maternal grandparents would meet in Chicago and Stephen Eireiner would marry Franziska Leidenheimer on June 3, 1877.
Great Grandmother Franziska Eireiner with Children
Grandma Amanda is in front row
Franziska likely arrived in the US about 1872.  When they married Stephen was still a cobbler, but during their marriage he became a grocer, and then at the time of his death was a tavern owner.  Their union produced seven children during a marriage that lasted just under 16 years as Stephen died in 1894.  What is highly notable here is that Franziska by necessity would need to take full care and earnings for a family that had seven children, with the oldest being 14 and the youngest, my grandmother, having just turned two.  It is not like she had social security to assist.  This would be a major challenge to any man or woman today, but think about supporting and raising seven children by yourself in the later part of the 19th century. Franziska was a women with a deep religious faith and a member of the third order of Franciscans.  Two daughters and one son would find their calling in a religious life.
Franziska Leidenheimer Reiner
In this blog post, I have identified several notable stories among my ancestors. Most involved a change, a time of transition or alteration of direction.  In many cases the change was due to immigration or marriage, but others like the case of Franziska Eireiner (Reiner) was due to the death of her husband.  What is important is our ancestors faced economic challenges, pandemics, food shortages, diseases and personal health challenges.  They persevered.  They survived. They took advantage of opportunities to find a better life for  themselves and/or for their children.  They passed down critical values of faith, and hard work.  That is what is most notable about our ancestors.

Images from family archives and online databases