Filed under: Voss
1900 – ????
One of the family stories was about my father’s brother Henry Voss. Henry and Hilda Voss were born Jan 18, 1900, in French Town, Monroe, Michigan. Hilda died a few weeks later, 3 Feb 1900, she is buried at Gethsemane Cemetery, Monroe, Michigan. If there was a marker it is no longer there.
Some time after the birth of Henry, the family headed for Montana. According to a story told by his oldest sister, Irene, they traveled to Montana by wagon train.
As a young man Henry married. Following the marriage, there was a charivari. A common activity of the time – to come to the home of the newlyweds. “A chavirari is folk custom in which the community gave a noisy, discordant mock serenade, by pounding on pots and pans, at the home of newlyweds.” Someone died at the chavirari, then Uncle Henry disappeared and nothing was known about what happened to him. This is the story I heard as I was growing up.
When I began searching for records about Henry Voss, I discovered more information concerning the event that was behind the story, I had heard. I found a marriage record for Henry Voss and Evelyn Kast. They married on April 4, 1900. Then through newspaper articles I found out more about the events of the chavirari. The chavirari for the Voss couple turned tragic when the group returned after being sent away. A young man was shot and died. Henry was then tried and found guilty of involuntary man slaughter, and sentenced to one to ten years to the Idaho Penitentiary. Later that year the Idaho Supreme Court granted a retrial.
I had not been able to find out any further information about Henry, Evelyn or the second trial.
The Rest of the story:This summer (2013) my sister and I joined my brother’s family to celebrate the retirement of his son from the Navy. We traveled to San Antonio, Tx for this celebration. While there I did not have my computer, but through my email I received a notice from Ancestry, about some one interested in information concerning Henry Voss. Of course my interest was peaked. Upon my arrival home I made contact with the person making the request.
To my amazement I was being contacted by the granddaughter of Henry Voss, Lynda. We did not know that Henry had a daughter, it was only through my genealogy work I knew the name of his wife. Lynda and I have since been exchanging information. She was waiting to receive documentation about the disposition of the second trial. She shared this information, in 1921 Henry was granted a new trial, and the jury was in disagreement. It was then decided too much money had been spent already, therefore the case was dismissed.
Lynda was able to add information about Evelyn, Henry’s wife, and her mother, Helen. Evelyn remarried, after divorcing Henry in 1927, he disappeared about 1922. My question is, did he know he was going to be a father before he disappeared? It is not known if Helen is still living. When Lynda was about two she was adopted by her grandmother, Evelyn. Henry’s mother did know about the children, but never shared this with other members of the family.
After making contact with Lynda, I then shared this information with my brother and sister, and a cousin, Carl. When I called Carl, he asked where is she living. When I told him, he said “I am in Las Vegas right now.” He called Lynda and they had an opportunity to visit that evening, getting to know each other, and share information. Both have said it was an enjoyable time.
I am planning a trip in January and Las Vegas is on our list, with plans to stop and visit with her. Looking forward to seeing her in person.
You never know when or where you may find new information about your family. Very glad to learn a little more about Henry and his family, and for the addition to my family.
Kenneth’s 75th Birthday
Several months prior to April, Melba and I were invited to a surprise party for Kenneth. He was going to be 75 years old on April 21. His daughters, Step and Shay, helped Billie plan this party. Plans were made for Melba and me to fly out to Portland, but how were we going to stay out of sight from Friday evening until Sunday noon. Coming to our rescue was a cousin (not a first) who lived in the area. I had been in contact with her through Facebook, she had mentioned several times she wanted to get in touch with Kenneth.
Willorene and her husband, Tom were gracious, letting us stay with them, then they took us to party where they met Kenneth and his family.
Melba’s daughter, Creta drove us to Burlington, Colorado, where another daughter, Caylia and her husband Frank, picked us up, driving us to the airport. Tom and Willorene were there at Portland to pick us up.
Saturday we enjoyed visiting with Tom and Willorene, catching up on family and talking genealogy.
That afternoon, their grandson was playing ball, so we went to the park and watched a combination pitcher, coach pitch game for these young boys.
It gave Melba and me an opportunity to meet Willorene’s daughters, a son-in-law, a granddaughter and 2 grandsons.
Sunday we drove from Beaverton, WA to Church of the Good Shepherd Church in Vancouver, Washington. Since it was a surprise we had to stay out of sight until party time. When Ken’s family arrived at the church, they were surprised because the partition that divided the sanctuary from the fellowship area (where the party was to take place) was open. Kenneth was the lay reader for the service, so he could see into the area. So some of the decorations didn’t get put up until after the morning service was over. There was a crowd, friends and family other than his church family, in the choir room awaiting the service to be over, so they could gather in the fellowship hall. Tom and Willorene gathered with as we greeted, Shannon, and Syrus, Steve, and other friends.
Of course, Kenneth was oblivious to any thing going on. He hadn’t put together why Billie had so many phone calls from the “Altar Guild”. (She had only recently gotten her own cell phone.) He didn’t have to count money after services and was ready to head out for dinner with Billie for his birthday. Interruptions kept coming up, as they were ready to leave, Billie remembered she need to get something from the hall. They called out surprise, and Kenneth told us, there was this person who looked like his daughter from Texas, but she had called that morning to wish him “Happy Birthday”, she came up and gave him a hug.
Then he turned around and thought that looks like my son from Texas, he was just here a few days ago. It took a couple minutes to register that Step and Shannon were there to surprise him. Also there were, his daughter, Shay and grandson, Syrus, they live in the area. Also, sons-in-law Jon Gower and Steve Alexander were attending.
Melba and I waited in the choir room until after they were able to get fellowship hall ready, and surprise Kenneth. After we heard the call “Surprise”, I waited a couple of minutes to call Kenneth on his cell.
He couldn’t get it out in time to answer, but since it was his sister, he called back, knowing she was calling to wish him “Happy Birthday”. He called me back, and then proceeded to try to get me off the phone.
I wished him “Happy Birthday”, then tried to ask him “What would like for your birthday? How about your sisters?” I repeated it about 3 times as we walked into the hall.
Finally he was turned around and his chin hit the floor as he realized his sisters were there. (Later, Kenneth told us, he had been totally surprised to see his daughter, from Texas, and his son, also from Texas). He was speechless.
Family, friends, church family, and co-workers had gathered to help him with this celebration. A light lunch along with cake was served. After most of the people had been served, a video of photos of Kenneth and his family over the 75 years was shared.
Before the video, Step and Shannon each had to say a few words.
Shay let them do it. Before you knew, it was time to wrap up and head home.
At home, the first thing Ken did was to get out of his suit and get comfortable. We visited, and he opened his presents, and cards. Melba and I remained to spend a couple of days before we returned home. He was completely surprised and it lasted for a couple of days. Had a good time visiting with the family that came back to the house.
Our trip home was another experience. We had a delay because Denver had snow, then because of snow, we spent the night with Caylia and Frank, got to see their children and grandchildren.
The Voss Family
The Voss Clan
Kenneth and Sisters
Children : Step and Jon, Shannon, Shay and Steve Sisters: Melba and Karen Grandson: Syrus Cousins: Willorene and Tom Billie’s Family: Sisters: Kathy and husband, Jerry , Charlene Nieces: Vonnie, Shelley and her husband, Bob
Unable to attend: Daughter-in-law -Debbie, Grandson – Devin and Granddaughter – Dani
I have not followed through on my plans for 2013. At this point I need to regroup and start again.
Over the last month I have traveled and been involved in a number of family reunions with one more to go. So far I have been to a surprise birthday party, a family gathering on Memorial Weekend, and then a Family Reunion in Henderson, Ark. with the Langston Reunion coming up in Wild Cherry, and meeting other family members in Calico Rock.
After I get back, I will try to recap each of these as they each include different branches of the family.
Pictures to be included.
Now I have a list of pictures to find, and others projects for relatives I met over the weekend.
You must remember that attending these activities were the Voss family, Kenneth, his wife, Billie, Melba and myself. Meeting with Voss family, DeWitt family, Dipman family and I will be attending the Langston Family reunion coming up.
Filed under: Voss
Today I received a packet of information about my Great Grandfather William Voss and his wife Marie (Mary) Flagel. I had been contacted to see if I was still interested in a Voss-Flagel connection. Of course, I was. It has only been in the past 3 years that I had found the name of my Great-Grandfather Voss, I knew his wife’s name, but not his first name. Now I have William’s parents, and Marie’s father, so may be someday I will find another generation.
The information that was shared confirmed the story of my Grandfather and his brother coming over to the United States with his mother and a stepfather, which is all I knew.
I had come to the conclusion that William had died about 1868, this has been confirmed, and it also includes the birth, baptism and marriage records for William and the children.
What I received today, I am savoring as I look over the information, that takes me back another generation for my father’s side of the tree. I do ‘love’ the fact that they don’t have just a first and middle name, but about 5 names which adds to the confusion.
I am so grateful to Art for sharing this information, and will be working on updating my information. Of course I am sharing the descendents of Charles Martin Voss with him.
You just never know when a new piece of information will show up.
Week 25. Neighbors. Who were your childhood neighbors? Have you kept in touch with any of them? Do you feel the concept of “neighbors” has changed since then?
I lived 3 different places as I was growing up. First was Mankato, Kansas. We lived just out side of town. Our house was about ½ mile from the road. Across the road, were the Walkers, they had 2 daughters, they were 5 or 6 years older than me, and 4/5 years younger than my brother and sister. I think they baby sat with me a few times, but that is really all I remember about this family. A mile or so down the road was the Scarrow family. They had Lloyd, Marjorie and Lynn. Since Lloyd was a classmate of my brother’s, and they meet almost every year for a class reunion, so there is still some contact with this family.
A couple of years ago, a new teacher came, in when I saw the name, I asked if she knew Lloyd. It happened that her husband was the son of Lynn. As he was the basketball coach, Lynn and his wife came down for a ball game, he and I reminisced about people from Mankato and Burr Oak that evening.
Another family lived about 5 miles away, but they were still neighbors and good friends. It was discovered we were neighbors when our mother’s were in the same hospital (in those days new mothers would stay in hospital 5-7 days). We visited back and forth; Gail and I played together, and started school together. Our family friendship continued after we moved to Burr Oak. They would come over for waffle and sausage suppers. After high school, Gail entered the Navy. When I was in college, I took one of my girl friends up to the area for a visit and we stopped in on the Badgers. It wasn’t long before Gail and Carolyn were seeing each other, when they announced their engagement, some of the parents were upset, because they always thought, he and I would get together. Gail died in a tragic accident, and his wife remarried. After Gail’s death I lost track of his family. I am still in contact with his wife as we were good friends in college as well.
Then in 1955 we moved to Burr Oak, again we were in the country. We were 1 of 5 families along this road. North of us, at the top of the hill, there was an older couple (in their 60’s). My parents would visit them on Saturday nights to play Canasta. They had a TV so I got to watch TV on those Saturday nights. Minnie had a parakeet. One of things I remember is Harry had ulcers, they would have him drink milk to help, but sometimes he would be doubled over because of the pain. (I know the treatment for ulcers has changed a lot since those days). After Harry passed away Minnie moved to town. Daddy and I would visit her after we had moved to Manhattan. My father bought an old clock (described in another post) from her, and now I have it. It will always remind me of the nights we visited their house.
Down the hill in the hollow was the Lowell McNichols family. They had 3 children when we moved there, a couple of years later they had another son. Another place I would go visit if I wanted to see TV, as we did not have our own set. This family was members of the Northbranch Friends Church; they would take me along for VBS and other special services at the church. Before we moved, Lowell had moved his house a couple of miles away.
Lowell’s mother and brother lived just down the road and across a small creek. Helen would let me stay at here house, if they folks were going to be late getting home. Merl, had Down’s Syndrome, he was a happy go lucky young man, and he loved music. I always enjoyed visiting and watching her tat, something I have wanted to learn, but never have. After we left, she and Merle moved to town, and I am not sure when they passed away.
Across the road from Helen was the Arnett family, they had a son Donald, and he was in my class in school. Mrs. Arnett gave me music lessons one summer. I would ride my bike down to their house, and then back up the hill. They were only there a few years, before they moved away.
In 1965 we made another move, this time to Manhattan, Kansas. We lived just a few blocks from the KSU campus. Our neighbors were the Quinlans, and Mrs. Barr. Mr. Quinlan was a retired horticulture professor. Mrs. Barr was in her 80’s when we moved there. She was getting close to 100 when she died.
Many of the neighbors of my youth were older, and when they passed away there wasn’t any family to keep in touch with. Our neighbors were not necessarily next-door or around the corner, they might be classmates, or friends met at church or other group meetings.
2 Weeks of Personal Genealogy & History by Amy Coffin is a series of weekly blogging prompts (one for each week of 2011) that invite genealogists and others to record memories and insights about their own lives for future descendants.