• Living, People 25.07.2010 1 Comment

    A letter written to Vicki from Nancy Blevins on July 7, 2003
    Frederick Koenig/King is Mia’s grandma Bessie’s great-grandpa

    Frederick Koenig/King cemetary headstone

    Frederick Koenig/King cemetary headstone

     I am finally sitting down to write you a brief history of the Koenig/King and Maiers/Myers families or should I say, what I know. I call this is good, the bad and the ugly as all families have their skeletons so I hope you will take the ugly as part of the family history.

    To begin, Frederick Koenig had a brother (name unknown) that also came to America. We are not sure whether the brothers came together or seperately. The brother married Mary Ruffer first and they had two children, Nickalus and Elizabeth. We are not sure if the brother and Mary were married in Switzerland or Ohio. The brother died and then Mary Ruffer married Frederick and they had eight children in Defiance County, Ohio before Mary died in 1869.

    In the meantime, or should I say down the road in Defiance County, Ohio, was A. Maiers/Myers who had married a Karolina Arnold. I believe I have found when she came to America which was 1854. Haven’t found her family yet but guess that she came with some relatives and/or friends. We don’t know what A. Myers full first name was.  My mother says that she has seen it somewhere. It could be Adolf, Albert and so on. I have more work to do to discover his full  name. A. Myers fought in the Union Army during the Civil War and later died from either war wounds or more likely sickness contracted during the war.

    By this time Frederick and Karolina were both widowed so they married in Ohio in 1870. They had either three or four children. You will notice that I say four children as I am not sure. I have seen copies of Frederick Koenig’s pages from his bible where he lists all the children from his first and second marriages and also his two brothers’ children. There is listed both a Kaderina Koenig and a Katie Davon Koenig. This is another unsolved mystery. Frederick did not take Mary’s first two children to raise with her and also did the same for Karolina’s children. If you add up all the children there were 20 children out of three marriages!

     

    Frederick Koenig/King obituary

    Frederick Koenig/King obituary

    Kaderina and Katie appear to have been born in Kansas and not in Ohio so Frederick and Karolina appear to have migrated to Kansas in about 1875 or 1876. The two oldest children appeared to have stayed behind in Ohio. They were married and grown up by the late 1870’s.

    Now to the “ugly” part of this history. Basically, Frederick was a real mean bastard as he beat his kids and wife. He was a very “religious” man not necessarily a spiritual man who could spout the bible but was clueless to the fact that he was a hypocrite. Ever notice that not much is talked about Frederick in the family except the basics where he was born, died and where he came from, etc.  The following story tells why.

    This real life story is well known by enough family members to support its validity. I heard it when I was very young from my mother, aunts, grandfather Charley Myers, as he heard it from his dad Abraham Myers, who was very much a part of this story. Frederick would not allow Karolina to tell her children, particularly the boys when their birth dates were. She had a bible, which he would not allow the children to see because if the boys found out that they were of legal age, they would be able to leave his farm and he wouldn’t have the unpaid help and workers that he desired to keep. Did I forget to mention that dear old Frederick was also cheap? Therefore, my great uncle, John Myers, my great grandfather, Abraham “Abe” Myers and probably William Myers had enough of the physical and I am sure psychological abuse. I say William as there were three Myers siblings that were part of this real life drama and Uncle Charley Myers was too young. We know that Uncle John and Grandpa Abe were two of the men and somewhere the name of the third has been forgotten, at least by my family members.

    These young men decided the only way out was to kill Frederick which was not a very carefully thought out or smart move on their part. I can imagine that they responded emotionally to their rather dire situation. Anyway, they trapped Frederick in the barn and were going to kill him. One of these Myers boys came to his senses and realized that it wasn’t a good idea to kill him. Instead, they beat Frederick up and told him that if he ever touched their mother or any of their siblings again they would kill him. Now, I am sure that there were still quite a few of both the Koenig and Myers kids still at home so you can imagine the scene when these young men marched into the house. Imagine telling Karolina what they had done and then asking to see the bible which is what they did. As I understand it, Uncle John and Abe were indeed 21 years or older. I am sure these young men repeated not only to Karolina but also their siblings what they had done and that if Frederick touched them in any way they were to find them. With that the three boys left the farm and were on their own. From what I know, Frederick’s days of beating up his wife and children had come to an end. My mother told me that the three men used to go visit their mother and siblings after they left which I am sure unnerved Frederick but kept him in line.

    Now, the good part about this awful story is that the siblings whether Koenig or Myers stayed in contact with each other over the years. Frederick was never mentioned much in my family except to say that he was a mean bastard. Karolina was spoken of in more reverent tones. I can remember my grandfather, Charley talking about his aunts and uncles. Somehow the children were able to go on with their lives and remain involved with each other which is a minor miracle considering that some families have split over a lot less.

    As it has often been said, one does not pick one’s family. Hope this has not been too upsetting for you.

    Sincerely,
    Nancy Blevins

    Karolina Koenig/King

    Karolina Koenig/King

  • Living, People 27.06.2010 No Comments
    As written by George R. Hill, Jr. about life around the time of 1923.
    George is Grandma Bessie’s cousin. The farm belonged to Grandma Bessie’s grandparents in Bloomington, KS.

    There was a Sears Catalog For Toilet Paper

    Old Fordson with 6' High Iron Back Wheels

    Old Fordson with 6' High Iron Back Wheels

    Bessie King (Mia's grandma) and her sister Faye feeding the chickens.

    Bessie King (Mia's grandma) and her sister Faye feeding the chickens.

    Logan School in Bloomington

    Logan School in Bloomington

    On a farm the animals come first. You take care of them before you take of yourself. Grandma and I were raising some baby turkeys – we had about 25 of them. We put them in a brooder house. One night a bad wind storm came up and blew the brooder house over. Baby turkeys were everywhere.

    Grandma and I braved that storm and went out and gathered them up, placing them in her apron. They were wet and cold so we took them in the house. Grandma lit the oven in the kitchen until it was warm and then we wrapped them up in cloth napkins and put them in the warm oven for a few minutes. Soon they were chirping away and we didn’t lose one.

    One time a bad storm came up in the middle of the night. I was sleeping upstairs.  The wind was blowing and it was hailing. It didn’t wake me, but it did wake grandad and he took me down to the cellar.  Seven windows in the house were broken out that night.

    As I was growing older, grandad would let me drive the tractor. It was an old Fordson with 6′ high iron back wheels. It was so loud you could hear it a mile away. There were times I would ride the hayrack and was that ever a bumpy ride!

    During the time I was on the farm, other grandkids would come and stay a while. Bessie King spent days there and so did Evelyn King. Russell and Cecil Carter did too.

    Grandad had a 1926 Ford truck with a flat bed and he let me drive it around the country roads. One time I took all the grandkids for a ride. They were setting on the flat bed and one of the kids yelled at me to stop the truck. I turned my head to see who yelled and I ran the truck in the ditch.  Well, grandad had been watching us from the house and saw it happen, and here he came on the old Fordson tractor.  Hooked up the chain and pulled us out of the ditch.  Each kid was blaming the other… we had a lot of fun with that old truck.

    Another thing we had a lot of fun doing was chasing eachother up the windmill. It was a tall one, about 80 feet tall, but the water from the well was not very tasty. Cistern water was the best. It was rain water.

    Going to school at Logan as an adventure. There were 9 students and 1 teacher. Her name was Mable Brown. She would ring the old cow bell when it was time for recess or lunch. Everyone brought their lunch in a pail or paper sack. Of course the out house was behind the school and it was a “two-holer.” There was  Sears catalog for toilet paper.

    At recess we would take walks down the road or play games… like drop the stick, tag or just chase eachother. After Mable left teaching they brought in a new teacher. Her name was Faye King… my first cousin. I thought “What a deal, I won’t have to read or write.” But it didn’t work that way. She made me buckle down and do it anyway.

    This post is part 1 of several letters from George Hill, Jr. ~To be continued.
  • Living, People 20.06.2010 3 Comments
    My life on the farm
    As written by George R. Hill, Jr. about life around the time of 1923.
    George is my Grandma Bessie’s cousin. The farm belonged to Grandma Bessie’s grandparents in Bloomington, KS.

    I took aim at Thunders head with tears streaming down my cheeks

    George Hill, Sr. (Grandad to George, author of this post, and Grandad to Bessie King who is my Grandma)

    George Hill, Sr. (Grandad to George from this post, and Grandad to Bessie King, who is my Grandma) standing in front of the farm in early 1900.

    Ida Jane Hill - aka 'snake killer' in this post, holding my Grandma Bessie.

    Ida Jane Hill - aka 'snake killer' in this post, holding my Grandma Bessie.

    Most of my young life was growing up on my grandparents farm, because my parents were very poor and it was 1929 – the great depression.

    I was born in 1923 and was 7 years old when my parents took me to live with my grandparents.  I loved my grandparents so it was no problem living with them. Grandad enrolled me in the one room school which was 3 miles from the farm.

    While living on the farm I had chores to do like gathering eggs, feeding the chickens, hoeing the garden and bringing in the cows for milking.  I adjusted well to the farm life and enjoyed it very much. There was always things to do around the farm.

    It didn’t take me long to find out there were snakes everywhere. Grandma was always killing snakes in her garden – mostly rattle snakes. I remember one time walking in the pasture to get the cows and I stepped on two snakes fighting. I didn’t stop to see what kind they were, but ran to the house and yelled for grandma. She came running with a hoe and killed them both. She wasn’t afraid of anything!

    Grandad had a big dog whose name was Thunder. He was a Collie.  Grandad would send Thunder and I out to the pasture to dig up cactus that grew wild. I would take a wooden 2-wheel cart with us to put the cactus in. When we took them home grandad would burn them. We would spend hours out in the pasture playing.

    The flies were very bad one year and they had layed eggs in the ears of Thunder and they got infected and there was no cure for it. Grandad decided we would have to put him down because he was suffering so much. Grandad got his shotgun and we marched off to the pasture to do it.  Grandad handed me the gun. I took aim at Thunders head with tears streaming down my cheeks and couldn’t do it. I handed the gun back to grandad and he lifted the gun and fired. We buried Thunder out in the pasture and placed a big stone on his grave.

    This post is part 1 of several letters from George Hill, Jr. ~To be continued.

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