The 1862 Homestead Act brought settlers west to Nebraska, and our ancestors were part of that migration from Pennsylvania. Civil War vet
George Henry Mendell and his family came in 1883, and
Hiram Cramer and his family (including widowed German mother-in-law Catherine Hilliger Kreger) came in 1890. The towns they lived in are just above the Kansas border, hours from anywhere else, but worth the pilgrimage to envision the past.
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| Nebraska driving route from Lincoln to Chester, Hardy, and Superior |
A recent memoir about Nebraska, Ladette Randolph's
Leaving the Pink House (2014) explains a little of the land and its history: "The land in Nebraska may be as some describe it--flat, boring, austere--but it was not the land that interested me so much as the dramatic and dynamic presence of the sky. The sky was much more vast than the land, the astonishing and mutable clouds like continents or ships drifting above us. We were erased in that great expanse, and beneath it we knew our place. We were all but annihilated under the burden of the sky. Nothing broke the view. Nothing stopped the sky from horizon to horizon. No direction was distinct from another. We were always aware of our place there, our minuscule lives. We didn't talk about ideas. The grand questions of life seemed trivial and absurd beneath that endless obliterating sky. Who would have listened if we'd spoken? Our voices didn't return to us but went on and on. And the wind, the
basso ostinato of our lives, the ever-present wind. As the seasons cycled in thematic sequence, it was always agains the background of the wind, the variations of their themes marked by the wind's constant pulse. In summer the curtains in our house billowed and flew, the screens were plucked and released, the edges of the doors whistled. In winter, the wind stalked about the house knocking against the wooden frame like a giant hitting it with his shoulder. The dust was everywhere. We all but disappeared" (26).
"Those who stayed [past a drought in 1874] experienced the economic boom of the 1880s, a decade when the towns in Nebraska flourished and hopes for the future of the state soared. However, those flush days came to an end during a long period of devastating drought from 1893-1896, after which the state experienced a second mass exodus. By the time drought again struck the state in the mid-1930s, exacerbating the economic devastation caused by the nationwide depression, optimistic state promotion had come to an end, and towns in rural Nebraska never fully recovered "(71-72).
That was evident to me on this pilgrimage, and sad to see the death of Chester and Hardy, such familiar place names to me. If you want to see a lively version of the past, driving from Lincoln stop at Wessels
living history farm in York.
CHESTER
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| Carrie Cramer in Chester |
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| Cramer house fire photos |
The Joseph and Carrie Cramer
family lived here from 1903-August 1925; their eight youngest children were
born here.
Glenn Laymon recalled: “I spent many summers in Chester, staying either with Uncle Don and Aunt Mildred or Uncle Max and Aunt Bernell helping them at the grain elevator and lumberyard-also feeding pigs and sheep. Grandfather Joseph Cramer was a storekeeper and a penmanship teacher. My mother told me about the Cramer house that caught fire from lightning. She said a bolt of lightning came down through the chimney/fireplace and shot out a fireball bouncing about the room setting it on fire.”
Wally said that their house was in Nebraska and the barn was in
Kansas, so the property was on the state line and must have been off Meridian Rd, Thayer Ave, or Church St. Once I arrived, it was clear that it was located at 209 Thayer Avenue, down the street from where Joseph
Cramer owned a general merchandise store with his brother Charles, on Thayer Ave, selling out in 1910.
From that time until the time of his death he worked for the Brown
Lumber Company.
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| Cramer home at 209 Thayer Ave, Chester |
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| farm land behind the home |
The
family attended the Chester United
Methodist Church at 801 Thayer St, where as a youth Wally operated the pipe
organ bellows.
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| Chester main street, Joseph's store second from left |
The house, store, and church are all still standing, although perhaps not for much longer. The town seemed dead; once touted as a "village of quilts" and "small town with a big heart," there was no sign of life in businesses or homes.
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| same view today, facing south |
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| Joseph in front of his store |
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| Chester town Thayer Avenue |
The cemetery is easiest to access leaving Chester and heading north on 81. The Cramer graves are in the middle segment of three: Joseph and Carrie, Block 12, Lot 17, graves 1
& 2; Kenneth grave 3, Gladys grave 4
Joe and Janet's trip there fall 2017: https://janetandjoe.blogspot.com/2017/11/chester-nebraska-lwm-cramer-born-here.html
Hardy cemetery (Highway 8 East of town, before you get to town but not the St Paul Lutheran cemetery at Byron) Hiram & Mary Cramer Block
2 Lot 48, Catherine Kreger just beyond that: our people are in the far back right, the northwest corner
SUPERIOR
Eight miles further west brings you to a town which is doing a little better than the previous two: Superior has a library, salon, and even a Subway. George and Margaret Mendell
(Carrie’s parents) lived here from the 1890s-1906.
Margaret transferred her church membership from Lutheran to the First Methodist Church 448 N Kansas Street (which makes sense since that church is just behind the home). They lived on the corner of 5th and Dakota Streets, and the house is still standing.
Margaret continued to live at this location with her youngest son Lew Wallace,
and later her son Bert C. with whom she lived after Lew Wallace's marriage, and
built a new house at that location.
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| Mendell home |
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| Mendell home from across the street |
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| Margaret's Methodist Church |
Evergreen Cemetery (NE 14): George Henry & Margaret Mendell, Section 4 Lot 32
This is on the road heading north out of town, and the cemetery is split on both sides of the highway. Our people are on the section to the right (east), and the Mendell headstone is easy to see right as you pull in.
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| George Henry Mendell's grave |
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| Margaret Miller Mendell's grave |
And why search for these houses, these places long since loved and forgotten? Perhaps, as Randolph says, "Like many adults, I've returned to those [houses]--both in memory and in person--seeking from this exercise I'm not sure what: some part of myself, some time in the past I want to better understand. Houses are often the archives for my deepest, most resonant memories, the places where I've curated my life stories" (2). And where our ancestors curated theirs.
From Glenn Laymon:
ReplyDeleteWhat an interesting bit of history but a brutal and sorry reality of the demise of the towns.
I remember primarily Chester, not much of Hardy or Superior.
One summer uncle Don rented me a black & white pony to ride about town. He took me to Hardy and bought me a black & white cowboy outfit to match the pony (chaps, shirt, hat and boots). I wasn't much of a horseman, so the pony only had to put up with me for a few days - but the cowboy outfit I wore until I outgrew it.
One summer I was staying with uncle Max and aunt Bernelle. The days were really hot that summer. Uncle Max and I would come back to the house during lunch time and lay down in front of an evaporative cooler to get some relief. Aunt Bernelle would find time to take me and several friends to a swimming pool in Superior off and on during the summer.
That was the same summer that one of the farmers came to see uncle Max in the evening at the house with a wound to his hand. It seems there had been an argument about someone tipping over an outhouse and the lady with the outhouse got mad and shot the farmer in the hand. Uncle Max defused the situation and got the farmer some medical help.
Aunt Bernelle had grown up in a drug store and knew how to make the best hot chocolate sundaes, which we had after every evening meal.
During my visit, uncle Don took me for a ride out to some land he was renting for cattle. He took the Horse Pistol from the lumberyard office and let me shoot it at some tin cans. My first experience at target shooting. What a blast - it used 15 gauge shells.
Just some memories coming to the surface...
Love
Glenn
From Glenn Laymon:
ReplyDeleteWhat an interesting bit of history but a brutal and sorry reality of the demise of the towns.
I remember primarily Chester, not much of Hardy or Superior.
One summer uncle Don rented me a black & white pony to ride about town. He took me to Hardy and bought me a black & white cowboy outfit to match the pony (chaps, shirt, hat and boots). I wasn't much of a horseman, so the pony only had to put up with me for a few days - but the cowboy outfit I wore until I outgrew it.
One summer I was staying with uncle Max and aunt Bernelle. The days were really hot that summer. Uncle Max and I would come back to the house during lunch time and lay down in front of an evaporative cooler to get some relief. Aunt Bernelle would find time to take me and several friends to a swimming pool in Superior off and on during the summer.
That was the same summer that one of the farmers came to see uncle Max in the evening at the house with a wound to his hand. It seems there had been an argument about someone tipping over an outhouse and the lady with the outhouse got mad and shot the farmer in the hand. Uncle Max defused the situation and got the farmer some medical help.
Aunt Bernelle had grown up in a drug store and knew how to make the best hot chocolate sundaes, which we had after every evening meal.
During my visit, uncle Don took me for a ride out to some land he was renting for cattle. He took the Horse Pistol from the lumberyard office and let me shoot it at some tin cans. My first experience at target shooting. What a blast - it used 15 gauge shells.
Just some memories coming to the surface...
Love
Glenn