Paul Karl Otto Haenke

I wanted to write about Paul Haenke because it has been a fun journey discovering him and in the process connecting with relatives. So this might be a little more about the process than Paul himself. Paul Karl otto Haenke is the brother of my great, great, grandfather, so my second great granduncle. There isn't too much to tell about him, except that he ran away from home at a young age and joined the circus. His father's story (my great, great, great grandfather) is a little more interesting. This is what my grandma told me. Emil Haenke fell in love with Maria Lehmann. She I believe got pregnant with Paul. But Emil's mean old dad,Gottlieb , would not let Emil marry Maria because she was Jewish. But a very nice older man with the last name Clouse wanted to marry Maria and raise her child as his own. Though Maria and Emil still loved each other Maria married the older man because she really had no choice. Then she became pregnant with Mr. Clouse's child who was named Karl. Shortly after that Mr. Close died. Emil married Maria Lehmann Clouse despite His father's disapproval. He raised Karl as his own. Later they had Olga who always was called Ida and Helena wbo went by Lena and my grandpa Reinholdt who went by Henry, Karl went by Charlie. He used the last name Haenke until a family rift caused Charlie to run away. He then went back to using Clouse.. By the way, Paul also ran away and joined the circus. There is a picture of Him on a TRAPEZE. ...MORE ABOUT ALL THIS LATER This to me is a very interesting story. I started going through old photos with my grandma and found a photo of a lady named Roma. My grandma remembered she was a Haenke, but didn't remember how exactly she was related to us. She sent me some family tree information and I found that she was Paul's daughter. I went back to my family tree on ancestry.com and noticed that a woman named Roma asked me a question about a photo I had posted of someone else. I private messaged her and sent her a copy of the photo I had that was titled "Roma." As it turned out, that was a photo of her. So I met a new relative (my grandma's cousin) in the process of learning and recording information about our family. She is a very nice lady who remembers meeting my great, great grandfather Emil when she was a little girl. She is also very interested in family family history. I thought this post would be a little more exciting. But now that I have written it, it doesn't seem to be that much. What is exciting for me is; 1) there is a very good love story here 2) every family should have a relative who has joined the circus and 3) I connected with a distant family member. Thats all!

Steve Walter story

Here is the first post of my grandpa Steve Walter's life story as he wrote it to me in a series of emails. We then pieced them together and he is currently editing them. He has been writing to me for the past four years, telling me about himself, which I have really enjoyed. The last time we visited him at Christmas we went through a box of photographs and he told me more stories. I wish I had my recorder for those because they were fascinating. I don't know if he has photos of himself as a child. But I will look into it. In the meantime, here are photos of his Mother Margaret Griffith, and Father James Walter when they were in High School.

My father was born in Placerville, California in 1910. His dad was probably part Irish and part American Indian of some type or another. It was a sore subject with him so we never found out much about him. I would really like to know but probably never will. He was born in Lions Nebraska on January 15, 1879. My Dads mom was born in Lyons Nebraska on November 20, 1884 and was either 100% or half English. My Mother was born in Los Angeles on January 4, 1912. Her mother was born in Michigan on August 31 1889. Her dad disappeared on a trip to the drug store one evening. My mother never met him since he took off before she was born. My mother's maternal grandmother raised my mother for the most part since her mother had to work to support the three of them. The town my mother's mother came from was I think Greenville Texas where there used to be a big sign over the entrance to town on both ends "Welcome to Greenville Texas the home of the blackest soil and whitest people". I actually saw a picture of the sign. My grandmother said she was told to carry a stick with her when she went to school and to hit any black people she saw. She didn't do it and hated being told that. She used to cry when she talked about it which was almost never. My dad died at the age of 76 from prostate cancer and my mother lived to the age of 94 where she died happy in Alaska where she always dreamed of living. She was there for 14 years. I drove her up the Alaska highway when she was 80. She had lived in California all her life until then. She was going to drive up there alone but I decided she would never make it. My sister Joy went along and we had a pretty nice trip. It was quite an adventure for all of us. When we got there they both told me they would have never made it without me doing the driving. It was only September but we hit some snow and super cold weather. It was zero degrees one morning and I complained in a café where we had breakfast. They told me zero was nothing. It was 70 below the winter before. Now that's cold. We drove several hundred miles through ash so bad you could hardly see due to a volcano that was erupting. We didn't know the road we were on was closed 'till we got to Valdez where my sister lives. I was born in Los Angeles on September 13, 1938 and lived in the same house 'till I left home at the age of 18 (two months before my 19th birthday) to join the Navy. I have two sisters Joy born in 1936 and Terry in 1946. Joy still lives in the Los Angeles area and Terry lives in Valdez Alaska. Joy has two kids Irene and Dan. Her husband died of lung cancer at the age of about 50 and she is still single. Terry married the son of the ambassador to Greece and they have a son Scott and adopted daughter Jenny. I am the only kid of my parents that has grandkids. My mother was upset with me one time when she realized that I had more grandkids than she did. I appeased her by telling her she had more great grandkids than I did. At the time I didn't have any. Of course entertainment wasn't like it is today for kids so I entertained myself "building a thing". At least that was my response when people asked me what I was doing. I also liked to dig holes but my dad put his foot down about my elephant traps and made me fill them up. We lived in Los Angeles city limits but had a garden in the front yard every year. I sold corn to the neighbors for ten cents an ear. The neighbors kids teased me and called me "Farmer Jones". I went to an Adventist school for the first three years then to a public school for the fourth grade. They were conducting an experiment I public schools that year called "voluntary learning". We could either learn or go to the back of the room and goof off. I chose the goofing off where I learned to make drums out of nail kegs and to spin thumb tacks like a top (which I can still do) and a few other useful things. The next year my parents decided I better go back to private school and repeat the fourth grade. I went to a Lutheran school for the fourth through sixth grade where learning wasn't optional. That took some adjusting but I managed after finding out what happens to kids who don't do their homework. Junior high (7th through 9th) as it was called then was at Eastmont Junior High in East Los Angeles. I went to Montebello Senior High (in Montebello California) 'till graduation in 1957. My childhood wasn’t very happy. My parents were not at all happy about being stuck with kids especially an energetic boy. Today my treatment would be called child abuse although there were some fun times. My dad did encourage my interest in Ham Radio and electronics. I wanted to be a carpenter like he was but he discouraged that telling me to get a job working with my brain instead of my back. The theory was if I hurt my back I could still use my brain and wouldn't loose my job. (He spent six months flat on his back once due to a back injury). After a very fun day at the beach with my friends shortly after graduation, my parents went nuts telling me that it just wasn't right to have eight full hours of fun in one day. They were very serious since fun wasn't part of their make up. They grew up in tough times and actually seemed to think fun was a sin. I told my dad it seemed like every time I had any fun at all they wanted to spoil it by yelling at me. He said if I didn't like it why didn't I go join the Army? I told him it was Sunday and the recruiting office was closed. He told me I could get someone to open it if I wanted to bad enough. Of course I couldn't but the next day I joined the Navy and shipped out the day after that. I wasn’t going to tell my parents but left a note tied to an electric alarm clock I had hidden. It would buzz for an hour every 12 hours so I figured it wouldn’t take too long for them to find it. I didn’t write a bitter note but just told them where I had gone. As it turned out they found out anyway. The recruiter called my mother to find out if I was really born in Los Angeles. He had checked and they couldn't find my birth certificate. When she asked him why he wanted to know he told her I had just joined the Navy. I had only told one person (my boss at the TV repair shop) and swore him to secrecy. A friend of mine found me at another friend's house and asked me if it was true that I had joined the Navy. I was mad at my boss for letting the cat out of the bag but he swore he hadn't told anyone. I called my friend and he told me my grandmother had told him. I decided to ditch the note and 'fess up. I acted like I had intended all along to tell my parents. We had a pleasant evening and the next morning my Dad took me to the induction center in Los Angeles. The Navy was a piece of cake. My folks were sure I would end up in the brig but I found that having consistent rules made it easy to keep out of trouble. When I was living at home I got in trouble for getting in a fight. I got a real beating for fighting. A few days later a guy came over trying to pick a fight with me and I refused to fight him with my parents watching me out the window. When he left I got a beating for not defending myself. That was just one example of the way my parents were. I couldn't please them no matter what I did. The Navy was different. If you followed the consistent rules all was well. I loved my job in the Navy and did quite well. They sent me to a six month long school to become an Aviation Guided Missileman. It was an electronic school and I loved working on the missiles and the missile test equipment. I spent the first part of my enlistment after school in Fallbrook California at a Guided Missile Service Unit. I transferred to Seal Beach for a few months then back to Fallbrook 'till my shore time was used up. I was transferred to The USS Hancock (an aircraft carrier) in Alameda California then to another carrier (the USS Bon Homme Richard) in San Diego. (there is a long story about the transfer if you want to hear it). I'll start part 2 with the transfer to the Bon Homme Richard.

Walter Family Tree

My grandpa, Steve Walter just sent me a copy of our family tree on his side. I thought I would put it up here so everyone could have a copy of it. The first page is the family tree while the other two pages go into more detail pertaining to siblings, children, and significant dates. Soon I will be putting up a series of posts written by my grandpa about his life. I thought this would go well with those posts. Hope you enjoy.

Ollie May Jones

I thought it would be good to put up a little information for the Floyd side of the family. This is Ollie May Jones. She is my great, great grandma on my dad's mother's side. So it goes Me, My dad, Ola Nadeen Wortham, Myrtle May Pate, and then Ollie May Pate. She is the kind of woman that really reminds me of where the Floyds get their family culture. We are hardworking people who are firmly rooted in that "pulling yourself up by your own bootstraps" mentality. When I read this, I could just see her life and what she did trickle down the tree to me. The ringing chickens by their necks, knowing how to handle a shotgun, and always lending a helping hand is just so Floyd. Part of the article got cut off when it was originally copied for me. Something that I remember my aunt Carmen mentioning was that she was a bit of a midwife in her parts of the state as well. Its an interesting read and is written by a not so distant relative that we are no longer in contact with, but my dad and aunt recollect.

Shatzel Family information

My great, great grandfather Albert F. Shatzel, (whom I posted about previously) wrote down a great deal of family history for his grandchildren before he died. The pages below were given to me by my grandma Karen Haenke MacDonald. It goes back to when the first Shatzels came to the United States and traces the genealogy to my my great grandmother Lucy Shatzel Haenke. There is great detail when it comes to including siblings and distant relatives. Perhaps the most intriguing story is about Albert's Uncle, John Peter Shatzel who was a very wealthy man that mysteriously disappeared (along with 40,000 dollars in gold) before traveling west to avoid the financial hardships of the Civil war. Albert thought it relevant to write about him because Albert was one of the heirs to his fortune that was somehow never inherited do to government chaos caused by the Civil War, Peter's mysterious disappearance, and booming oil and gas companies. He also wrote a great deal about his own father, Jacob Meyer Shatzel who moved his family to Ohio with just 10 dollars to his name. Over the years Jacob had many professions including a roofer, upholsterer, town clerk and later city clerk, lawyer, and elected official of the county commissioners office. There is a lot more information about Jacob and other relatives if you feel like taking the time to read through what he wrote. I'm very grateful that he wrote down what he did. The photo below is of Jacob. Again, I am really sorry, but pages two and three are out of order for the document. I am not sure how to order the photos after uploading them.

Albert F Shatzel

Pearl's Husband, my great, great, grandpa was Albert Shatzel. Here I have posted some photos of him as well as a story written by his daughter, Lucy (my great grandma). He seems to have lead an interesting life as a musician, dentist, and loving husband and father. My grandma Karen remembers him living with them when she was very young. He called her "TNT" and her sister Kirsten "Dynamite." He used to let them come into his work room while he carved intricate designs on cow horns that he got from the slaughterhouse. My grandma tells me that it was very important to him that she knew about her family history. He tried to make her memorize her genealogy. But she was only a little girl. From what I know of him he seemed very kind and really loved his wife Pearl. He is in the first photo of the Pearl post as a young man with a handsome mustache. That photo alone makes me believe they loved each other very much. Below are some additional photos of him when he was older. His wife Pearl is with him in the photo with the telescope. I believe he is holding my grandma Karen and is sitting with Pearl in another photo. For some reason the story scanned out of order. The last page is meant to be the first. You should be able to click on it and it will enlarge as a slideshow.

Pearl Centennial Henney

Here are just a few of the photos that I have of Pearl. It is amazing to me how many photos I have of her, even at time when taking photos was not that common. But she has so many from an early age. She is my great, great grandmother. I believe her father was a politician. I think the story goes that he was giving a speech on Independence day 1876, which was a Centennial celebration for the U.S.A. He was told right before his speech that his baby girl was being born. And thats how she got her middle name. I know that as an adult she was a piano teacher. My grandma told me that her mother (Lucy Shatzel) could remember playing in a piano box as a little girl. She married Albert F. Shatzel, who was a dentist, musician and piano tuner. She was born and lived much of her life in Ohio. But she had contracted Tuberculosis so the doctor recommended that they moved to a more temperate climate. They moved to San Diego California. My grandmother says that Albert loved her very much. She also told me that her mother described her hair as "pinky red" and said she was very beautiful. She died a bit early for her time so my grandma never really got to know her. Thats basically all I know about Pearl. If you know more, please email me. I would like to record it. We named our daughter Pearl after her mostly because we liked the name so much, but also because of all the beautiful photos of her. *Also, some of the baby photos of her were labeled differently or had question marks by them when I first got them. But I relabled them after talking to my grandma about them.

putting it all out there

If I were to horde something it would be family photos and family stories. They are so dear to me. I often find myself staying up way too late, shuffling through these photos, imagining and wondering about all the people. Who were they and how are the significant to me? There are so many questions. But sadly with time, little moths start eating away at the stories and soon there are holes. Then the holes start to spread, and all that is left are little pieces of fibres and scraps of mystery. One day someone will come upon one of these pieces of tattered cloth and look at it and wonder why it is there, hiding in a shoebox under the bed. What is it? What does it represent? If we are not careful, those scraps will be thrown away and future generations will never know what made them who they are. So I have started to collect photos and stories. Slowly I am arranging them and putting them in safe places. One place is on ancestry.com, which has been quite fun as I have connected with new relatives and collaborated with them. The other place will be here. I will post photos and stories about family members. Some stories will be written by myself and some will be written by others. Anyone is welcome to send a story or comment if it is relevant to the person being written about. Most family information comes from my Mother's side of the family, but some may occasionally come from my father's. Hopefully the information will be helpful to family members as well as easily accessible. Enjoy!