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Two Last Postcards as the Old Year Ends

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This charming verse was sent, not to Susie Meyer as were the postcards in previous posts, but to her future husband, Carl Schulz. His brother William Schulz sent the card. He was born in Brandenburg, Germany on January 1, 1887. Read the greeting. You can hear the German accent in his words. New years card 1back

Sent on January 7, 1908, the greeting above came long before the card seen below, and the wedding of Carl Schulz and Susie Meyer on June 8, 1915. But somehow it fell into Susie’s collection.

This card was posted December 30, 2014, one of Susie’s newer keepsakes. Compare the two cards. What a different feel they each have! Seven years more modern and fashionable!

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The greeting from friend Gladys is brief. A card for the new year, it matches my own New Year’s wishes. I just sent my cards—didn’t make the Christmas deadline. Fashions may change but not much in human nature!

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All dates in this post come from The Schulz Genealogy: The Heritage of Martin and Marie Schulz by Martha Knoll Isensee written in 1987. God Bless the family genealogist!

A Merry Christmas Postcard

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Sent December 27, 1909 to Susie Meyer’s best friend Hattie S. (Susie is my maternal grandmother. She named her third child, my mother, Hattie.) The value of this treasure is just sinking in: Susie saved the cards; my mother rescued them; she gave them to me; they’re nearly a hundred years old. Priceless!

In this digital age, how many of us are squirreling away written ephemera to be treasured long after bones turn to dust. We might be missing something in a time where having and saying too much means too little. Thank you, Mom and Grandma Susie—and Season’s Greetings!

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A New Book and an Old Postcard

xmas postcard 1frontMy own special Christmas gift just arrived! My historical fiction book, The Scattering of Stones, comes out in early February, 2018. I confess, working on this book, along with one in the wings and one in the works, has curtailed my genealogy investigations a bit. I’ll get back to that addiction soon.

Until then, and in honor of the season, I am posting some wonderful postcards my mother, Hattie Beatrice Schulz Croy, gave to me. Her mother, Susannah Johanna Meyer, saved them as a teenager[i] in the early 20th century when postcards were the equivalent of Facebook.

So what can we learn from a postcard? Let’s take a look.xmas card 1 back

  • Susie was thirteen years old.
  • She lived in Millston, Wisconsin as of November 15, 1909
  • Postage was one cent for a postcard
  • It had rained in early November 1909
  • Susie’s friend was Hattie S. (Check out my mother’s name!)

[i] Susie was born on July 12, 1896 in Shelby, La Crosse, Wisconsin to John Meyer and Mary Herman Ancestry.com. Wisconsin, Births and Christenings Index, 1801-1928 [accessed December 2017]. Provo, UT, USA: Ancestry.com Operations, Inc., 2011.

 

Honoring Hattie Beatrice Schulz—and the descendants who inherited that hairline

 

marriage photo of Ralph Lewis Croy and Hattie Beatrice Schulz

Ralph Lewis Croy and Hattie Beatrice Schulz married August 4, 1944

My mother Hattie Beatrice Schulz Croy, born February 24, 1919, died August 4, 2017 on her wedding anniversary. She was ninety-eight years old and lived a long, event-filled life. I’ve refrained from writing about her ancestry because she still lived, and, since two sisters still live (longevity runs in our family), I will save most of my research until later. But, in honor of the heart-felt and raucous reunion her death precipitated, and to celebrate her notorious sense of humor, this post has to do with hairlines.

 

My nephews have often wondered at the source of the M-shaped hairline (not pattern baldness) that they inherited from their father. The tone of the question tended to the “why us” variety, though I think the look a handsome one. If there is any doubt, check out the actor who plays Uhtred on The Last Kingdom—not bad.

It’s unlikely that it came from Dad’s side of the family. While the photo below isn’t definitive because of all those hats, the hairline is not in evidence. Pattern baldness shows up in patriarch, Calvin Croy but not that hairline.

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Left to Right Croy Family: Great-grandfather Calvin, David, Gardner, great-grandmother Sarah Smith, Lloyd, William, Justus (my grandfather), and Mollie Ison (my grandmother)

 

It possibly came from Hattie’s mother’s side, the Meyers, but the hairlines in the picture below seem quite ample. Patriarch, John Meyer has a hint of the M-shape but—you decide.

John and Mary Meyer family Back row Susanna, Aleida, John, Ben; middle, Minnie, Front Mary and John

The Meyers: Back row Susannah (my grandmother), Aleida, John, Bernhardt; Center, Minnie; front great-grandparents Marie and John

 

On the other hand, take a look at the Schulz family. Matriarch Marie and patriarch Martin, in my mind, are rocking the look. Other family members also show the inherited trait though it’s hard to tell with that fashionable (or camouflaging) midline part. (On a side note, check out the curtains in this photo and the last. They were taken in the same studio in Sparta, Wisconsin.)

Martin and Marie Schulz Family T. August, Martin, Carl, William, Emil, Marie; middle Herman; F Emma, Augusta, Marie, Maritin, Pauline

The Schulz Family: Back Row (left to right) August, Martin, Carl (my grandfather), William, Emil, Marie; Middle Herman; Front Row Emma, Augusta, great-grandparents Marie and Martin, Pauline

 

Heredity is a random act of kindness, or not, and the times and conditions of our lives, likewise, consist of a throw of the dice. A kindergarten teacher I once knew always said, “Take what you get and don’t throw a fit.” My mom lived some tough times and some lucky ones; heredity granted her gifts and challenges. (I mean, look at the wedding photo. Is that a hint of an M-shaped hairline?) Still, tucked into the tough, the lucky, the gifts, and the challenges was humor. As she said on the day before she died, “Oh, you came to the party.”