A call for help

As winter approaches many demands will be made upon the people of Norfolk for assistance by the unfortunate men and women who are out of work.  All over the state the prominent citizens of towns and cities are beginning to organize relief associations which is the only practicable means of dispensing charity so that it will reach and relieve those who really merit the aid.  Is it not time that Norfolk was looking to the organization of a public aid society?  It has been suggested to The News that the churches might unite and by the united influence of their best workers, who have had experience in such work, bring the system to a condition, wherein they could reduce suffering and yet not spend the money to a disadvantage. Each church has its own to assist, it is true, but organized efforts are bound to produce the most good and then there will be no need of indiscriminate giving.  Each case of destition much by this means become generally known and all cases may be treated equally.

Source:  The Norfolk Daily News, Mon. Sept. 24, 1894, page 3.

 

Armistice Day — 1948

Armistice Day—1948

Editor’s Note: The following was written by Jack Macdonald, a University of Nebraska senior whose home is at Bremerton, Wash.

I had known Slim only about six months but those six months were a thousand years long.  He was my friend.  We marched together, laughed together, talked together—about home and girls and after the war.  Together we sweated, inhaled dust, ducked bullets, cursed the Japs, the generals, the second lieutenants, the world and ourselves.

I can remember he used to tell about the way his mother made spaghetti and meat balls with a special sauce; about Mary, how he knew he loved her, and of all the plans they had made,  Or maybe the talk was about Skip, his little mongrel dog.  Sometimes it was about the lake eleven miles from his home where he and his dad went fishing.

Slim laughed and joked a lot.  I can see his eyes now.  When he laughed, they lit up from the inside.  Even at night they made a fellow think of a bright summer day.

Slim is dead now.  Why?

Plot six, row two, grave fourteen, Manila Cemetery No. 2.  That’s Slim now.  But why?—why?

Slim will never again see Mary or play with Skip or go fishing with his dad.  Slim was just a good-natured kid from a farm in the Midwest who was looking forward to going home.  He’ll never go home now.  And I keep wondering—-Why?

I remember he used to say to me:  “Freedom’s a great thing, Mac. If you haven’t got that, then nothing else in this world is worth much.  But freedom isn’t just something that some people have and others don’t have. It’s a lot more than that.  You have to work to get it and work to keep it.  You have to be willing to fight for it—even die, so that other people can have its benefits.  If a man isn’t willing to fight and die for freedom, then he isn’t worthy of having freedom.”

I supposed that is why Slim is dead.  Because men think so little of their greatest possession—freedom, they let it get away from them and good guys like Slim have to die to get it back.

Source:  Battle Creek Enterprise, Thursday, Nov. 11, 1948, page 1.

Battle Creek items

Battle Creek, Neb. — Special to the News:  Fred Hofman, Norfolk, accompanied by his son, Herbert of Battle Creek Heights, visited his sister, Mrs. Mary Wagner, in Louisville, Neb. last week.

Mrs. Carl Tietjen and Mrs. Albert Praeuner spent Friday at the home of their sister, Mrs. Otto Schilling, in Enola.

Mr. and Mrs. W. L. Miller spent last week with their daughter Mrs. William Craig, and family in Orchard.                                                                                                                      Source: The Norfolk Daily News, Wed., Sept. 3, 1930, page 3.

George O. Simmons, cane carver

Carves Cane With Wild West Theme

George Simmons, Battle Creek, Spent 3 Months Finishing Work

Battle Creek, Neb., May 15—Special to The News:  George O. Simmons, Battle Creek whose hobby is carving canes, has completed one on which are some of the notorious and noted frontier day characters.

The cane was carved from a young diamond willow tree found on the Sam Kent farm near the Elkhorn river east of town.  The head of the cane is that of Wild Bill Hickok and immediately below is the the inscription, Wild Bill Hickok, Born in Tro_ Grove, Ill., 1837.  Murdered in Deadwood Gulch, S. D., Aug. 2, 1876, during the Gold Rush.  The winner of 32 Pistol Duels.  Below that are five cards known as “Dead Man’s Hand” and represents the hand held by Hickok at the time of his murder.  Next is the head of Calamity Jane Canary Burke, frontier character and a personal friend of Hickok.

Following in order are Sitting Bull’s head, a buffalo head and the Golden Spike with the inscription, “U. P. R. R. completed May 10, 1869.”  There are also carvings of two rifles and a pistol of the type used in those days and a tomahawk and Indian club.

Mr. Simmons worked for three months, carving the cane which is finished in natural wood color.  The characters and other designs are hand colored, the work being done by Miss Emma Taylor of Battle Creek.

Mr. Simmons is the son of the late Ralph E. and Mary Simmons, pioneer settlers in Madison county.  He was born and reared at Battle Creek where he has spent practically all his life except for a few years spent on the Simmons ranch in Holt county, and in 1917 he took up a homestead in Cherry county where he lived for a time.

He has always had a yen for wild west shows and trooped with Gollmar Brothers Circus and Rodeos as a trick roper.  He is returning to the show business, having organized the Simmons clown troupe whose musical comedy act he will book for celebrations and fairs.  Source:  The Norfolk Daily News, Wednesday May 15, 1940, page 8.

 

Montague reunited

Norfolkan to be Reunited with Son he thought Dead

Ten years ago on May 19, 1930, James Montague, now 72, Norfolk, who hadn’t heard from his son, Jim, for some time, read in a Sioux City newspaper that the bodies of three unidentified murdered youths, about 19, had been found in a vacant lot in Brooklyn, N. Y.

As his son was about 20 years old and was living in New York city at that time, the father thought young Jim might have been among the slain trio.  As time passed, and he didn’t hear from his son, the Norfolkan became more and more convinced in his mind that the boy had been killed.

He wrote a number of letters to Brooklyn and New York city authorities and to the bureau of missing persons, but was unable to find any trace of his son,  Finally, after many months had elapsed, Montague gave up his son as dead.

Mourned for 10 Years

For almost ten years he mourned the loss of the boy.

His sadness now has turned to joy and anticipation because he has received from his “dead” son a letter saying he was coming to Norfolk to visit in July.

The forthcoming reunion between father and son resulted from the latter’s having to go to a New York city hospital for emergency treatment several days ago.

At the hospital, the young man was asked to sign a card giving the name of a relative.  He wrote down the name of his sister, Anna Montague, and gave her address as 414 North Tenth street, Norfolk, Neb.  He didn’t know his sister was married and her name is Mrs. Larry Meenan, and that she is now residing in Los Angles.

“Couldn’t Believe It”

When the card reached Norfolk, postal employee, knowing Anna Montague no longer lived in this city, but is the daughter of James Montague, delivered it to the father.  That was James Montague’s first information his missing son was alive.  “I could hardly believe it because I had given him up as dead,” he stated.

Overjoyed, Mr. Montague’s first thought was to write to a niece, Miss Grace King, in New York city asking her to go to the hospital to see young Jim,  He sent her an air mail letter and at the same time sent a telegram to the bureau of missing persons, asking it to get in touch with the young man.

In a few days, the father received a letter from his son who stated that about ten years ago he lost his job and “started to drifting around.”  He also wrote that he put off writing to his father and as the months went by it became harder and harder to break down and write home, and as a result he just neglected to let his parent know his whereabouts.

Young Jim also promised his father he would be home in July for what probably will be the happiest day in James Montague’s life.

Source:  The Norfolk Daily News, Friday May 31, 1940, page 2.

 

Herman Raasch

Herman Raasch, 85, Is Taken By Death

Was Boy of 7 in First Wisconsin Caravan to arrive in Norfolk

Herman Raasch, Stanton, who was a 7-year-old boy in the first colony of Wisconsin settlers to come to Norfolk in 1866, died Tuesday morning at his home.  He was 85 years old.

Mr. Raasch was the son of the late Mr. and Mrs. Martin Raasch whose family was one of twenty-eight that traveled in the Wisconsin covered wagon caravan to establish the town of Norfolk.

He spent most of his life in Stanton county where he first engaged in farming and later retired to his home in Stanton,  He wife died many years ago, and for several years his daughter, Mrs. Ella Benning, had made her home with her father.  He also is survived by tow daughters living in Oklahoma, two brothers, Henry, Norfolk, and John, Hadar, and one sister, Mrs. Pfeil, Hoskins.

Death of Mr. Raasch leaves only about twenty-four or twenty-five persons, who came with the first Wisconsin pioneers, still living.

Funeral services will be held Friday afternoon at 2 o’clock a the home, and at 2:30 o’clock at St. John’s Lutheran church, the Rev. Herbert Hackbarth, pastor, being in charge.  Burial will be made in the Stanton cemetery.  Source:  The Norfolk Daily News, Wednesday May 15, 1940, page 2.

Mr. and Mrs. Henry {Louise Wachter} Raasch

Came Here with First Colony

Mr. and Mrs. Henry Raasch, who have just celebrated their 57th wedding anniversary, were, as children, members of the first group of Wisconsin settlers who came to this community in 1866.  Editors Note:  A picture of the couple was shown in the paper.

Marriage Ties Hold Together For 57 Years

Mr. and Mrs. Henry Raasch Were Children in First Wisconsin Colony

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Have Same Birthday

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Norfolk Pioneer Recalls Journey Made by 28 Families in 63 Covered Wagons, Most of Which Were Drawn by Oxen.

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Seventy-four years ago this month twenty-eight Wisconsin families left their homes to cross the prairies and establish a colony where Norfolk today stands.  Among the children in the covered wagon caravan were Henry Raasch, then 6 years old and Louise Wachter, 4 years old.

Seventeen years later on May 6, 1883, Henry Raasch and Louise Wachter were married at Norfolk,  This same couple Tuesday celebrated their fifty-seventh wedding anniversary at their home at 800 Georgia avenue, to which they retired  eight years ago after spending forty-nine years on their farm near the old canning factory.

Mr. and Mrs. Raasch, both of whom are in good health, are the parents of then sons and daughters, six of whom are living.  They are: Frank, Adolph, Emil, Ferdinand, Mrs. Arthur Uecker and Miss Louise Raasch.  In observance of the wedding anniversary, the sons and daughters honored their parents Sunday at a family dinner.

Have Same Birthday

Mr. and Mrs. Raasch hold the distinction of having the same birthday, Nov. 3.  Both were born in Wisconsin, and Mr. Raasch is now 80 years old, and Mrs. Raasch 78.  One of his hobbies is gardening, and he has a fine garden started this spring.

Although he was only 6 years old when the Wisconsin colony arrived in Norfolk, he vividly recalls the forty-day journey across the prairies.  “There were twenty-eight families in the colony, which traveled in sixty-three covered wagons,” he said.  “All those wagons, except four, were pulled by oxen.

“We left Wisconsin on May 30, and arrived in Norfolk, then a wilderness, on July 4, and we didn’t travel on Sundays.  There was more Christianity then than now.”  He recalls grass at Norfolk was two to seven feet in height.  “We were delayed at Humburg creek near Pilger because we had to spend tow or three days building a bridge to cross it.  And we used wooden nails.  It took us a whole day to cross the Missouri river at Omaha on a ferry boat, and the river was running full.”

Recalls Mosquitoes

When the Wisconsin settlers arrived at Norfolk, Mr. Raasch says the mosquitoes were worse than the Indians.  “Those insects were after our blood, and the Indians did us no harm,” he commented.

Mr. Raasch’s parents were Mr. and Mrs. Martin Raasch, and Mrs. Raasch’s were Mr. and Mrs. Herman Wachter.  The two families settled on farms near each other.  Mr. Raasch recalls Norfolk’s first postoffice was in his father’s home.  “It was three or four feet long, and had paper, ink and 11 cents in stamps,” he recalled.

Of those who came to Norfolk to make history in the summer of 1866, Mr. Raasch says only twenty-five or twenty-six are still living.  Looking back on the pioneer days, Mr. Raasch said: “We had better meals then now because of home-made bread, home-smoked bacon and all those good things,” he said.  Source:  The Norfolk Daily News, Tuesday May 7, 1940, page 7.

 

It Happened in Madison

“The biggest load of oats ever hauled into Madison was brought in by Dave Hansheu last Friday.  There were 148 bushels and 30 lbs. on the load.  They were raised on the farm of D. A. Hale”  Yes, it happened in Madison way back in 1891!  Source:  The Madison Star, Thursday, July 14, 1955 on page 1.

“A team belonging to Valentine Scheer took a lively little spin Tuesday afternoon.  He was driving them to a carriage when they became frightened by an automobile and began a merry chase.  Mrs. Scheer was thrown from the rig and the team was caught near the Jacobs residence.  The carriage was somewhat injured, but otherwise no damage was done.”  Yes, it happened in Madison way back in 1890.  Source:  The Madison Star, Thursday, August 4, 1955 on page 1.

“The second election which has been held this year for the purpose of voting $10,000 bonds for a new city hall was held Tuesday and resulted in a victory for the bonds as the final count was 45 votes over the two-thirds majority.”  Yes, it happened in Madison 50 years ago, in June of 1906.  Source:  The Madison Star, Thursday, July 5, 1956 on page 1.

Mrs. Annie Hogue

Early Settler of Emerick Passes Away

Word has been received of the death of Mrs. Annie Hogue of Los Angeles, California.  She was formerly a resident of the Emerick community and was well and favorably known here.

Death came to Mrs. Hogue the latter part of January.  She was 82 years of age.  Her first husband, Ezekiel Hamblin and a son, Frankie, died in January, 1885 at Emerick and an older son, Bertie, was drowned in June 1891.

In 1894 she was married to Mr. Hogre.  Two sons were born to this union.  One, Mark was killed in an airplane crash in New York.  Mr. Hogue is also dead.  She is survived only by the one son, Harry, who lives in Los Angeles, California.  Source:  Meadow Grove News, Thursday, Feb. 11, 1937, page 1.