Out of focus

Do you remember what it was like? When you didn’t have the perfect camera on your phone to capture all life’s memories. Many times getting a photograph took planning and patience. Sometimes you’d run out of film and if you weren’t prepared, you might not get the shot you really wanted. And if you didn’t advance the film, you might get stuck with a double exposure. Not to mention developing and printing the photos. It took a lot of time to get them back and for you to see how they developed. Sometimes the results were like this photo of Jean, a little out of focus.

In the 1930s, owning a camera was a significant step toward documenting life. There were various camera types that catered to a photographers needs. The selection was endless from the easy to use Kodak Brownie, to 35mm cameras like the Leica and professional cameras that enabled photos to have a depth that was missing from the earlier camera models. However, image quality was limited by lens technology and film speeds, especially in low-light conditions.

Here we have a photo taken from Cousin Jean Bourscheidt’s scrapbook of our Jean and a friend. While the photo itself is fuzzy it’s not so out of focus that we can’t tell it’s Jean. I just love how she’s sitting with her legs tucked under her. You can just see where her socks are. The collar of her dress is so cute, it looks like there might be something embroidered on it, but unfortunately we can’t tell. She looks so cute holding a little paper parasol. There’s nothing on the photograph stating who the other person is with Jean. But they look like they’ve been having a good time.

This photo reminds me that even though things may sometimes get a little out of focus that’s when we need to slow down to ensure that all our photos are in focus and our prints are sharp and clear.

Four Schneppers

For once my title is exactly what the photo subjects are. We have Mr and Mrs (Anna) Fred Schnepper, John Schnepper holding his daughter Velma Schnepper. There are no photography studio markings on the photo, but I’m going to assume that it was taken by a traveling photographer, probably in Beardstown, as the set seems similar to other family photographs we have. Velma was born in 1911, so I will assume this photograph was taken about 1913. Elmer Schnepper was born in September of 1913, so I’m thinking that either Aunt Molly was pregnant, which is why she wasn’t in the photo, or had just had Elmer.

Anna was from Hanover, Prussia, Germany. She immigrated to the United States in 1882. Frederich was from Baden, Germany and immigrated to the United States in 1881. They were married on March 6, 1886 in Evansville, Indiana and John was born on March 16, 1887. Somehow the Schneppers made their way to Bluff Springs, Illinois and I’m sure were neighbors and fellow congregation members of the same church that the Jorden’s attended.

John married Amalie “Molly” Jorden on November 2, 1910. She was 17, and he was 23. They were married for 30 years until his death on July 13, 1940, when he was 53. I have not been able to find out how he died. I am sure it was heartbreaking for Molly to be a widow at 47.

I love this photograph. My eye is immediately drawn to little Velma. She is so cute in her dress with stockings to match. The band in her hair with what looks like bows is so cute. I don’t believe this was a fashion accessory of the time, but everyone will know that Velma is a girl.

From Velma, my attention focuses on Anna. I had to make the photo quite large to determine if that was her hair or a hate on her head. It is a hat! It is quite an intricate hat with what appears to be some sort of lace or stiff tatting with flowers behind it. I’m sure she was in her Sunday best, but I wish we could know what color her dress is. I don’t want to assume that it was black as it appears. Anna appears to be a very petite woman. While I look at her, she gives the appearance of someone who is missing teeth. But I don’t know this for sure. I love how her hands are folded and placed on her lap.

While Anna seems to be petite, Frederich appears to be a large man. He was wearing his Sunday suit with his hair combed nicely and his mustache shaped. I do not know if the Schneppers were farmers, but imagine that may be so.

From Frederich, I look at John again. Both men seem to have lighter eye color, and their hands seem similar. While Velma’s are pale, both men’s hands give the appearance of being tanned from working outdoors. John wears his Sunday best for this photo and gives just a hint of a smile to his face.

We are so lucky to have this photo in our family. We can now put faces to the Schneppers’ names, and they will never be Four Schneppers again.

Thanks to Wilma Ogden for sharing this photo and many others with me.

Mail Time!

It’s so much fun to get mail. Nowadays, mail means that someone cares enough about you to send you a card or letter. In Jean’s day, it was another form of communication. Mail could move quickly and was cheaper than making a phone call. And Postcards are a lot of fun. You could send a photo of whatever exotic location you were at back home for everyone to see.

All these photos are from Uncle Fred Bourscheidt. And they all have just his signature on them. This one was sent in 1930 and is postmarked from Kingston, Jamaica. I tried to enlarge it to see if I could read what he’d been writing. While at first it looks like he wrote Dear mother, Catherine died in 1928 so he wasn’t writing to her – but perhaps Father – for Brother. And the erased it (luckily he had been writing in pencil) and sent the postcard to our Jean.

This postcard is from Jean’s collection, of which I have shared some in past years’ blog posts. Jean was an excellent writer, and even when she’d just send a postcard, it would be full of exciting news and left you feeling unique and loved. I think I’m gonna see if I can find some postcards to send out to friends and family because who doesn’t like to get some mail?

Happy 2024

Hello Family and Friends! Yes you read it right, Happy 2024. Today is my favorite day of the whole year of blog posts. It’s the day I get to make a video and show you all the photos I used in 2024. This year I LOVE the music I have chosen. And that it lines up perfectly I think with several of the videos amazes me. The music is by RomanSenykMusic and I belong to his Patreon group. This way I can use his music as youtube limits you regarding music with copyright stuff. But without further ado here’s this years look back. Hope you enjoy!

Christmas 1956

Sometimes, you can tell just by looking at a photo what it might have been used for. The minute I saw this, I thought this would have made a great Christmas card! Here we have the Jorden children ready to sing a carol for you. Joyce is at the organ, and her lovely singers are Lois, Rita, and Carl.

The date on the back of the photo is 1956. Joyce would have been 14 and in the 9th grade at Roosevelt Jr High. She had been playing the organ for about a year and a half by the time this photo was taken. Lois was 11, and we think was in 5th grade. Rita would have been six and a half and in first grade. Lucky Carl was too young for school.

While things have changed, how we wish people a Merry Christmas has not. Most people send mail through the US Post Office. Christmas was and will always be a time for family, food, and fellowship. Wishing you nothing but the best the season has to offer.

PS – I tried to zoom in to see the names of of the songs on the music, but the pixels distort, and it can’t be read….but I think it’s Joy to the World. You can tell there are four words, and they aren’t very big.

Dr Vogler, I Presume

Sometimes, photos tell another story than the one we think they are telling. At first glance, I thought what a cute picture, wtih two girls, a wife and husband. The back of the photo said Dr. and Mrs. Vogler, as well as daughters and Cleve Holtman’s cousin. Well, if they were Cleve’s cousin, that meant that they were Regina’s cousin too. Regina is my great-grandmother.

Also on the back of the photo was writing that said her parents were Fred Schuleter and …, Hulda was a cousin to Cleveland. So now, at least, I had a name. I first looked for Hulda Vogler in Beardstown, but none was listed. I did find a newspaper clipping that said the Voglers had come to Beardstown to visit. So, I decided I’d try Fred Schuleter. I found him and his wife Ellen there in Beardstown. Fred’s full name was John Henry Fredrick Schuleter. Fred and Ellen had six children: Hulda, Anna, Dora, Laura, William, and Cornelia.

I believe that Fred is the brother to our Anna Schuleter Holtman, mother to Cleve, Regina and 10 other children born to her and August. This would agree with what is stated on the back of the photo, that Hulda and Cleve were cousins. So now that I had found Hulda, I needed to look for Dr Vogler.

Dr Alfred Theodore Vogler was born, lived, and died in St. Louis, Missouri. His first wife, Lillian, died March 7, 1917. They had three children, Virginia, born 5-22-1906; Marcella, born May 9, 1910, and Ruth, Born January 1, 1914. Marcella died at the age of 2 in 1912. I found a WW I draft card for Alfred, in which he indicated that his next of kin was his wife Hulda. Alfred and Hulda married betweenin March of 1917 and turning in the draft card in September of 1918 his wife dying .

I believe that this photo could have been the first of a new family upon their marriage. At first, my eye is drawn to Alfred and Ruth. Isn’t she cute in her cotton dress? It looks like a pin is on her dress, but I can’t tell what it might be. I estimate that Ruth would have been about four years old.

Then there’s Alfred, who is very distinguished in his suit and stiff collar, which are common at the time. The typical men’s business suit shirt had a narrow banded collar in which a tall detachable shirt collar made of stiff celluloid, linen, or rubber was attached in the front and back of the neck with a shirt stud.  Detachable white collars allowed men to clean or discard dirty collars more often, extending the shirt’s life by a few years. You can see his striped shirt under his tie. I could not find out if Dr. Vogler specialized in a specific medicine specialty; he was just a physician.

Next comes Virginia, standing behind her father. Wearing a sailor collar blouse and a large hair bow with her hair in curls. It looks like she might have had a necklace on, but it’s pulled into the collar of her shirt, so I can’t tell what it might have had on it. Virginia would have been about 12 years old.

Finally, we have Hulda Schuleter Vogler. I first noticed that she was not looking where the rest of her family was. Perhaps something else was happening in the photography studio that had her attention. Her hair was worn in the style that was common in 1918. She is wearing a lightweight blouse with a wide collar, double buttons, and what looks like embroidery. You can see her wide belt at her waist, which is of a dark color, but I can’t tell if her skirt is the same color.

Hulda and Alfred were married 30 years until his death on April 1, 1948, of pneumonia. He was 66 years old. Upon her death in 1964, her obituary lists her surviving daughters Virginia and Ruth.

While this was not the story I expected from this photo, I am happy that I had the tools to bring more of the Voglers to you. I’d like to know more about Hulda’s parent’s story and see if we can find Fred and Anna’s parents. But until then, I’m glad we have Hulda and her family to represent the Schuleters for us all.

Wenke Photo Album

I guess I thought today was a good day to plan out all the blog posts for 2025. This is something I usually do when planning blog posts. That I did it all today is poor planning on my part. So, after looking through hundreds of photos of three families, I thought I didn’t want to do the photo I had scheduled. I WAS going to bring to you William and Mary Beutel’s photo. Needing an alternate photo, I chose one that I thought was going to be someone we couldn’t identify. Imagine my surprise when I enlarged the photo to see the name John Wagner written across the top of the photo. I was very excited, but I was now wondering if I should have just researched Mary and WIlliam. So (sighing) both of these were worked into the schedule for next year. But what to bring you today?

Imagine my surprise when looking though the Wenke photos that I have scanned I found this. At first I overlooked it, but then came back to see what it’s all about. It’s about my favorite President, Abraham Lincoln.

From the Illinois History and Lincoln Collections, which can be found at https://publish.illinois.edu/ihlc-blog/2021/09/22/the-lincoln-tomb-and-its-custodial-history/ I discovered what this was all about.

After Lincoln’s death his body was brought to Oak Ridge Cemetery in Springfield, Illinois. He and his son, Willie who had died three years earlier were placed in a receiving vault. Illinois Govenor Richard J Oglesby a monument association was founded to honor the memory of President Lincoln. Funds were raised across the country to support the cost of the memorial. I am sure that this is one way that funds were raised. While it gives the illusion of a photograph, it is indeed a print.

Construction on the memorial began on September 10, 1869 and took 6 years to build. Lincoln’s body was placed in the monument’s crypt on September 19, 1871, along with the bodies of his sons Tad, Eddie, and Willie Lincoln. The body of Mary Todd Lincoln joined those of her husband and sons after her death in July 1882, while Robert Todd Lincoln is buried at Arlington National Cemetery in Arlington, Virginia. That’s an interesting story as he was buried there against his wishes by his wife. He was a veteran of the Civil War and did not wish to be buried there.

This is what the monument looks like today.

Since its opening, the Lincoln tomb at Oak Ridge Cemetery in Springfield, Illinois, has received millions of visitors worldwide. It was designated a National Landmark in 1960 and added to the National Register of Historic Places in 1966. Visitors still arrive at the Cemetery to see this famous monument and hear the programs offered. From June through October, the Illinois Department of Natural Resources presents “porch talks” at the tomb, informing attendees about the lesser-known facts about the monument. This year, from June through August, every Tuesday evening, reenactors of the 114th Illinois Volunteer Infantry performed drills to honor the memory of President Lincoln.

While not part of our family, the death of President Lincoln was brutal for many in our nation. I am sad that I never knew this existed for all the years I lived in Illinois. I hope on my next journey through Illinois to make plans to stop in Springfield and add my name to the list of visitors who have experienced this monument.

Cousin Jean, Indian Maiden

If i had to say what my favorite holiday was, I’d choose Thanksgiving. As a kid, it always seemed to take FOREVER for Thanksgiving to arrive and the holiday from school to occur. Thanksgiving is all about giving without expecting anything in return. In 1621, the Native American Wampanoag tribe helped the colonists with agriculture and hunting, celebrating with a harvest feast. They dined on wild turkeys, ducks, geese, fish, corn, green vegetables, and dried fruits.

Here we have a beautiful Indian Maiden, Cousin Jean Bourscheidt. I wondered why she might have dressed up, so I did my favorite thing and started some research. I believe she belonged to a drama and dance group that performed tableau’s. A tableau is a “living picture” or a static scene. Actors are usually silent, dressed in costume with props or scenery. Tableau’s began in the medieval period and was revived in the 19th century. This art form was very suitable for photography and later movies. Many groups would dance into a scene, hold a pose and then dance into another scene and holded pose until the performance was completed. It’s the perfect combination of theater and visual arts.

Cousin Jean did not date these photos, so I am unsure when they were taken. But I would estimate them to have been taken during the 1920s based on where the images were in her scrapbook. And how she looks in the photos.

There are so many things I am thankful for this year, but at the very top of the list are all of you. Thank you for taking the time to engage with my blog posts on this website or social media. Your support and feedback are what inspire and motivate me to keep writing. Wishing you all a wonderful Thanksgiving holiday filled with the warmth and happiness of the season.

With Pop

I find myself wishing I knew then what I know now. This photo was taken in 1972 so I would have been six, Mark would have been five, and Pop (Frank Burd) would have been 81 years old. It was taken at his house in Peoria. I liked to visit him at his home. It was a neat house, and Pop was always doing things. He always had mints for us and would give us quarters or fifty-cent pieces. Those coins always went into my piggy bank, and I am treasuring them today.

This brings me back to what I wish I knew then and now. I would tell myself to talk to him. I would ask Frank about his childhood and his Uncle, the doctor. About his choice to move to Chicago and the issues he faced being of German heritage. About him and Anna. About his faith. About baseball. About dealing cards and why he smoked a cigar. And probably many more questions.

This month Pop would have celebrated his 133rd birthday! WOW! We were so lucky and blessed to have had him for as long as we did. I hope that I can share my memories of him with my children and great-grandchildren so our future generations will always remember our Pop.

Died in war…

What does an Elephant have to do with a Veteran? I certainliy didn’t think the answer to this question was anything at all. I was scanning the photos out of Cousin Jean Bourscheidt’s scrapbook. It’s slow work and i needed to be careful. I had to remove the delicate photographs carefully, scan them and then return them carefully. Cousin Jean did a wonderful job documenting the photograps. She wrote in the scrapbook and also on the backs of the photos. Since i was scanning them to review later, I wasn’t really prepared for what popped up next.

As the photo uploaded to my computer, I read Lucas Chelikas, Died in the Last War. I don’t even think I saved the photo, I just got up and told Cris I was going to take a break and we were going to get some ice cream.

I haven’t been able to find any records for Lucas but I did find one for Victor. A newspaper article from 1933 in which, he and his brother Robert, had gone fishing and died in floodwaters. Three men tried to rescue them, but where unscuccessful.

Tomorrow, as we remember Veterans of today and yesterday, may you think of these two boys, elephants in their Kindergarten Circus and later as a fisherman and a solider. May they continue to be remembered not just by us but by their families. Gone but remembered.

Here’s some more circus performers in Cousin Jean’s Kindergarten Circus 1928