Friday, March 8, 2013

THE OTHER FRANKS SON - Jack M. Franks

One year ago in this blog I told the story of  the parents of Nathan F. Leopold, Jr., one-half of the infamous Loeb and Leopold murder team who set out to commit the perfect crime and murdered fourteen-year-old Bobby Franks.  If you are not familiar with the story of Richard Loeb and Nathan F. Leopold, Jr., a very good synopsis can be found in Wikipedia:

I pointed out in the blog entry about the Leopold family that when a heinous crime is committed there are more people who suffer than the victim alone.  The families of the perpetrators suffer untold agonies to be sure, but they pale in comparison to the suffering done by the victim's family. This week we will explore the story of Jack M. Franks, the older brother of murder victim Bobby Franks.

Jack Morris Franks was born May 9, 1908 in Chicago, Illinois to fifty-three year old Jacob Franks, and his thirty-one year old wife Flora nee Griesheimer.

Jacob Franks was born February 17, 1855 in London England to Joseph Franks and Hannah (nee Hart).  Two-year-old Jacob immigrated with his family to the United States in 1857.  In the 1900 Census, Jacob Franks is living in Chicago with his sister Rosina Rubin and her family, and Jacob lists his occupation as "Capitalist".

Flora Grieshimer was born August 15, 1876 in Chicago to Morris (Moritz) Grieshimer and Bertha (nee Dernham).  Later on, the family Americanized their surname to "Gresham".

On February 17, 1906, Jacob Franks' fifty-first birthday, he incorrectly stated his age as forty-seven when he married twenty-eight year old Flora Grieshimer.  They were married by Rabbi Joseph Stolz of Temple Isaiah in Chicago.
    

 When Jacob and Flora Franks had a son in May of  1908 they did not name him after his father directly.  Instead of calling him Jacob Franks, Jr., they decided on the more American sounding "Jack".  Jack Morris Franks was born May 9, 1908 in Chicago, Illinois.


Mr. and Mrs. Franks already had a daughter Josephine Helene Franks, born November 30, 1906.  The ill-fated Robert Emanuel "Bobby" Franks was not born until September 19, 1909.

Jacob Franks was a businessman.  In the 1910 Census he listed his occupation as "Manufacturer of Watches," and he was at that time the president of the Rockford Watch Company in Rockford, Illinois.  The Rockford Watch Company went out of business in 1915, but in the 1920 Census, Jacob Franks still listed his occupation as "Owner Watch Company".

Jack Franks had just celebrated his sixteenth birthday when his brother Bobby was kidnapped on May 21, 1924.

Jack Franks - 1924

We don't know what went through Jack's mind when Bobby did not come home from school as usual but if the Franks family was like most families, the older siblings were expected to look after their younger brothers and sisters.  We can imagine that many times Jack was told "Look out for your brother."  As the hours ticked by on that fateful Wednesday Jack must have wondered just what had happened to Bobby.  According to accounts at the time Jack had even suggested that Bobby may be at the Loeb's house playing tennis, but when someone checked, Bobby was not there.  Both Jack and his sister Josephine had no idea where their little brother was.

Most accounts state that when Loeb and Leopold called the Franks home around 10:30 the night of the 21st, Flora Franks was alone, or (more likely) alone except for a housekeeper.  Jack was not at home when the call came in - he was probably out searching the neighborhood for his lost brother.

We can be sure that Jack was present the next morning when the ransom demand letter came in, and he was probably present later that same day when the call came in from his uncle Edwin Gresham that Bobby's body had been found.

Bobby Franks' funeral was held on Sunday, May 25, 1924 from the Franks home at 5052 S. Ellis Avenue.

5052 S. Ellis Avenue, Chicago

Here is the account from the Chicago Daily Tribune of May 26, 1924:

SIMPLE FUNERAL SERVICE IS HELD FOR FRANKS BOY

“I will lift up mine eyes to the hills” - But her mother heart lay buried behind the marble slab with its words of gold: “1909 - Robert Franks - 1924.”

For yesterday afternoon while police were following every clew that might lead to the capture of the kidnappers who murdered the young son of the millionaire Jacob Franks, a simple funeral service was held at the home at 5052 Ellis avenue.  Then, guarded by six motorcycle police, the body was taken to the Franks mausoleum at Rosehill cemetery.

His Schoolmates Attend.

Only relatives, a few close friends, and twenty of Robert's schoolmates from the Harvard private school were admitted at the house, where grief is mingled with horror and fear - for the life of the daughter Josephine has also been threatened.

The hushed groups here and there did not talk of the tragedy, but their eyes were all fixed on the lodestone of their thoughts, the little white coffin in the library. There before the fireplace where he used to dream, it stood covered with a blanket of crimson rosebuds. The mantel was hidden with crescents of lilies of the  valley and orchids, circles of roses and mignonettes and bouquets of peonies.  Sheaves of lilies and baskets of old fashioned garden flowers banked  the walls.

The service was conducted by Elwood A. Emory, first reader, and Maybelle B. Armstrong, second reader, of the Fifth Church of Christ, Scientist.  The twenty-third Psalm was read and other passages of Scripture, and the Lord‘s Prayer with spiritual interpretation from (Mary Baker Eddy's) Science and Health. Glenn Drake, soloist from the same church sang "Shepherd,  Show  Me  How  to Go”, and “O, Gentle Presence.”

Mother Sits Dazed.

Mrs. Franks, who had been frantic with anxiety since her son’s disappearance last Wednesday, sat in subdued quiet throughout the reading of the words meant for comfort.  She had told her son good-bye alone in the room with him three hours before - and she made no effort  to look again in the flower covered casket.

But as she passed a group of schoolboys clustered on the stairway she paused and ran her hands hungrily over their faces.  Some with the round features of childhood, others slim in adolescence - and four days ago her son had been with them!

Eight of them served as pallbearers:  Maurice Gresham, John Coleman, Justin Cohen, Robert Ascher, Louis New, William Schuyler, Sidney Eppenstein, and Max Welheimer.  As they carried the casket slowly out to the hearse, Mr. and Mrs. Franks and 17 year old daughter Josephine, left by a side entrance to escape the photographers and crowd who had gathered at the front.  They were escorted by one of the guards stationed at the home as a result of threats made since the murder of the boy.  A dozen policemen were in front of the house to regulate the crowd of two or three hundred, who had gathered to see the procession, and the departure was made with quiet dignity.


Flower Strewn Path.

Twenty-five cars carried the friends to the cemetery.  A velvet carpet was laid from the road to the mausoleum, and flowers were strewn on each side.  The crowd separated quietly to make way for the casket - still covered with flowers - and stood with bared heads while it was placed inside.

Mr. Emory again read from the Scriptures, "I lift up mine eyes to the hills", and offered prayers.  Mrs. Franks, assisted by Josephine and her brother, stood for a long time at the door, looking down at the coffin where her boy lay.  Then they put aside the blanket of crimson buds, and placed the slab: 1909 - Robert Franks - 1924.

She trembled, turned away, and went back to the car, where she gave way to her grief in pitiful little moans and sobs.  Her daughter, a pretty dark-eyed girl, tried to comfort her, and so did her husband, though he, too, was on the verge of breaking down.

Slowly the procession turned back to town.



As shown in this photo from the funeral, the Jacob Franks family mausoleum had already been built when Bobby was killed in 1924, although nobody had been interred there yet.  Bobby was the first "occupant".

You may wonder why a couple who had been married in Temple Isaiah had Christian Science Readers conduct their son's funeral. Sometime between 1906 and 1924 the Franks family converted from Judaism to Christian Science.  In the 1910s and 1920s many wealthy society women converted to Christian Science and took their families with them.  Apart from the theological tenets of Christian Science, it was a very appealing faith for women to follow.  Christian Science was a religion founded by a woman (Mary Baker Eddy) and one of the few "mainline" religions that not only allowed female clergy, it encouraged women to follow the call.  In the 1930 Census, Flora Franks listed her occupation as "Christian Science Practitioner."  

But life goes on, even after a tragedy such as this.  It was not enough that Jack Franks had to deal with his brother's murder and funeral, he also had to endure the indignity of the sensational trial of Bobby's killers:  Richard Loeb and Nathan Leopold, Jr.  The trial took place in July, August and September of 1924.  Jack went to court every day, along with other members of his family.  He had to sit just a few feet away from Loeb and Leopold, knowing that they had killed his brother while trying to commit "The Perfect Crime".  He had to witness the emotionally heart-wrenching testimony of both his father and his mother.  He had to listen as the autopsy report of Bobby was read into the court record, with its unemotional description of Bobby's wounds and the fact that Bobby's face and genitals had been darkened and disfigured by the acid put on them by Loeb and Leopold.  Like the other members of the Franks family, Jack had no closure after Bobby's funeral.  All his emotional wounds lay open and exposed day after day and week after week.  Every day the newspapers were filled with lurid photos and stories about the perversions of Loeb and Leopold.  It was impossible to escape.  It is a miracle that none of the Franks family lost their minds, although Flora did suffer from spells of melancholy - but who could blame her.

In researching this story I read the transcript of the trial of Richard Loeb and Nathan Leopold, Jr. for kidnapping and murder.  It is a sordid tale.  If you want to read the trial transcript, you can find it at:  

http://darrow.law.umn.edu/trials.php?

On September 10, 1924 to a packed courthouse that included Jack Franks and his family, Judge John R. Caverly pronounced the sentence on Richard Loeb and Nathan Leopold, Jr.:  The term of their natural lives (for murder) and 99 years (for kidnapping).  Jacob Franks reported at the time that the Franks family had never wanted to see Loeb and Leopold executed for their crime.

In September of 1924 the Franks family moved out of their beautiful home on S. Ellis avenue and into the Drake Hotel on Lake Shore Drive.


Maybe there were just too many reminders of Bobby in the Ellis avenue home.

In the autumn of 1927 to try to put some normalcy back into their lives, Jack and his father took a vacation together to Banff, Alberta, Canada. Jack wrote of the trip in his book Echoes, published by The Lakeside Press, Chicago, 1929.     




It was a limited edition on 1000 copies, each one autographed by Jack M. Franks.  



The first part of the book is entitled "The Echo of a Journey with Jacob Franks" and "Which I dedicate to and write about my beloved father." 

Here is a photo of Jacob in Banff that Jack included in the book:



The second part of the book is original poetry composed by Jack.  He laces his poetry with quotes from "Science and Health with Key to the Scriptures" by Mary Baker Eddy, and from the Christian Science hymnal, and even manages to take a swipe at the practice of medicine.  It seems that Jack had become a willing participant in the Faith of his mother.

If readers expected a tell-all book from Jack, they came away sorely disappointed.  The first part is an ode to his father and the second part is filled with random thoughts and musings.  There is one poem, however called "And Tender Thoughts Flowed On" which Jack wrote "after scrutinizing a tinted picture of my brother:"




Reviews of Echoes were lukewarm.

Jacob Franks died on April 19, 1928 of heart disease.  His death certificate erroneously listed his year of birth as 1857.


He was interred in the Franks family mausoleum in Rosehill Cemetery above the crypt of his son Bobby.


As I mentioned above, the 1930 Census listed Flora Franks' occupation as "Christian Science Practitioner."  Jack listed his occupation as "Freelance Writer."  They paid $750.00 per month for their suite at the Drake Hotel.

On July 21, 1930, Jack accompanied his mother and his sister Josephine (by then Mrs. Richard Glaser) to the laying of a cornerstone for a $100,000 memorial to Bobby Franks, a boys' clubhouse at 3413 W. Thirteenth Place in Chicago.  The funds were left in the will of Jacob Franks to fund a memorial giving "pleasure, help and encouragement to boys as he (Bobby) gave sympathy, consideration and encouragement to his playmates."  Mrs. Franks placed a trowelful of mortar on the cornerstone as it was lowered into place.  The press reported that Jack spoke in place of his mother and he was quoted as saying:  "(Bobby's) death left an aching void in our hearts.  It may help to appease that pain to realize that hundreds of boys will be happy here in this structure built in his memory."  It is interesting to note that the boys clubhouse dedicated to Bobby Franks sits in the heart of the old Jewish neighborhood of Lawndale, off of Douglas Boulevard, and the Tribune noted that the Franks family enlisted the aid of The Young Men's Jewish Charities to help them decide on a suitable memorial. The building is still standing today, and is still a youth center, although it is now dedicated to the Polk Brothers, another Jewish philanthropic family of Chicagoland.        

3413 W. 13th Place, Chicago

The Chicago Daily Tribune of October 7, 1930 announced a happy occasion for the Franks family:


The Franks family and the Florsheim family moved in the same social circles, and Milton and Gertrude Florsheim also lived in the Drake Hotel, so Jack had probably met their Arkansas cousin several times through the years.  There is no record of the marriage in Illinois, so they probably married in Arkansas.

In April of 1933, Flora Franks married widowed Chicago attorney Albert S. Louer.    


The newspapers reported that "Mr. & Mrs. Louer would be staying in her apartments in the Drake Hotel."

Flora's first marriage (to Jacob Franks) was performed by Rabbi Joseph Stolz of Temple Isaiah in Chicago.  For her second marriage (to Albert S. Louer) she chose Dr. Preston Bradley of The Peoples Church in Chicago.  Bradley preached a form of liberal religious humanism that would fit well with Flora's unitarian and Christian Science beliefs.  As far as I could ascertain, Albert Louer remained a practicing Jew all his life.

In 1935, on the eleventh anniversary of the slayings, Jack Franks was asked if he had any opinion as to where or whether Loeb and Leopold should be freed.  He said "I have no feelings of animosity.  It has been hard for the families.  How my family feels about it, I don't know.  We never discuss it.  As far as I am concerned, I just want them to stay out of my life.  They're in another world from me, and I'm not interested in them, that's all."

On June 15, 1937, Flora Grieshimer Franks Louer died of breast cancer at the age of 60.  


Her obituary from the Chicago Tribune is short and to the point:

MRS. ALBERT S. LOUER

Chicago, June 16 (AP). - Mrs. Flora Gresham Louer, mother of Bobby Franks, who was killed in 1924 by Richard Loeb and Nathan Leopold, died last night in her apartment at the Drake Hotel at the age of 60. She had been ill a year.  Her first husband, Jacob Franks, father of Bobby, died several years after the boy's murder.  They had two other children, Jack Franks and Mrs. Josephine Glasser (sic).  Mrs. Franks and Albert S. Louer, retired attorney, were married four years ago.

Flora was laid to rest in the Jacob Franks mausoleum at Rosehill:


The Chicago Daily Tribune from July 12, 1938 brought the surprising news of the sudden death of Jack M. Franks:

BOBBY FRANKS' BROTHER FOUND DEAD IN HOTEL

Jack M. Franks, brother of Bobby Franks who was murdered by Leopold and Loeb, was found dead of a heart attack yesterday in his room at the DeWitt hotel, 244 East Pearson Street.  He was 35 (sic)years old.  His sister, Mrs. Josephine Glaser of New York City, was notified and is on her way here to make funeral arrangements.  He formerly attended the University of Chicago, where he was active in fraternity affairs and a member of the staff of the Daily Maroon, student newspaper.  At the time of his death he was a partner in the firm of Franks & Cooke, real estate dealers at 319 South Clark Street.


Jack died of chronic myocarditis, complicated by epilepsy.  His death certificate states that he had been divorced from his wife Ida. 


He was also interred in the Jacob Franks mausoleum, although across from his parents and Bobby:


There is a postscript to the story from the Chicago Daily Tribune of June 29, 1945:


Josephine Franks Glaser Lederer died October 20, 2007, just short of her 101st birthday.

Bobby Franks was the direct victim of Richard Loeb and Nathan Leopold, Jr., but the other members  of the Franks family were their indirect victims.   Jacob Franks was seventy-three when he died, but Flora was only sixty.  I think it's safe to say that the stress of dealing with the murder of a child probably took some years off their lives - especially Flora.  Jack Franks died of heart trouble when he was only thirty years old.  From the time Jack was sixteen he had to deal with the stress of losing his little brother in a violent and public way.  I am sure that not a day went by where he did not think about Bobby, and I am also sure that every time he met someone new or was in a new situation that the subject came up as well. 

Richard Loeb and Nathan Leopold, Jr. may have killed Bobby Franks directly, but the list of their victims is much longer than that.  When asked, Jack said with his characteristic understatement, "It has been hard for the families."  Bobby Franks' life was taken quickly, but the rest of the Franks family died a little bit every day.

May Jack Morris Franks, and all the Franks family rest in peace.

Friday, March 1, 2013

THE AUNT I NEVER KNEW - Ida Elizabeth "Betty" Craig

Through the years I heard my Dad talking about his sister Betty, who had died at a young age as a result of an accident.  As with most family stories you hear when young, it went in one ear and out the other.  It was not until after my Dad's death and I started getting interested in the family history that I found out the whole story of my Aunt Betty.


Readers of the Lacon, Illinois Home Journal of January 29, 1925 saw the following story:


DEATH VISITS WM. CRAIG HOME
  Betty Craig Dies Tuesday Morning From Injury Caused by Fall  

Tragedy of death and the attendant grief and anguish has cast its gloom into the lives of Mr. and Mrs. William Craig and family and their numerous friends through the loss of their daughter Betty, aged five years.
  
Her death was due to an accident incurred on Wednesday evening, January 21, when she sustained a fall caused by her being brushed by a dog on the sidewalk near her home.  Delmas Pettett, noting her fall, picked her up and carried her into her home.
  
She had apparently suffered only slight injury and no serious development appeared until Friday morning.  Dr. A.W. Bradford was called at that time to attend her.  There seemed to be no cause for alarm and later in the day she recovered almost completely from her mishap.  Within twenty-four hours a critical change had occurred and on Monday, Dr. Cutter, specialist from Peoria, was called.  Accompanied by her mother and aunt, Mrs. Peter Craig, the little girl was taken to Peoria and an operation was performed at the St. Francis hospital at five o’clock p.m. by which it was hoped that a clot on the brain would be removed, relieving her condition.  This operation failed in its desired result and death occurred at eight o’clock Tuesday morning, January 27, 1925.  
  
Ida Elizabeth Craig was born in Lacon, May 1, 1919, and was the youngest child of Mr. and Mrs. William Craig.  On her was lavished the affection of her older brothers and sisters as well as her parents and her sudden removal from the family circle brings intense sorrow.  Only those who have suffered similar loss can realize the extent of their suffering.
  
The sympathy of the entire community goes out to the stricken family and a profusion of flowers surrounding the waxen figure of her who had been joy and sunshine in the home evidenced participation in their sorrow.
  
The family circle which has been broken by the visitation of Death are the parents, Mr. and Mrs. William Craig, brothers and sisters Raphael, Cecil, Donald, Delilah, Marie and Edward.
  
The funeral was held this morning at the Catholic church.  Friends acting as pall bearers were, William Schwartz, Joe Thiedohr, Paul Wenk Jr., and Morris Dunn.
  
Relatives from a distance attending the funeral were Raphael Craig - Chicago, Mr. and Mrs. John Speigel and daughters Cleo and Helen - Davenport, Iowa, Mr. and Mrs. Earl Gapen and son Leo - La Salle, Ill., and Frank Stinger - Magnolia.
  
In the instance of death of this beloved child is emphasized the force of the oft repeated expression, “God moves in a mysterious way, his wonders to perform.”  The stricken family are comforted by their faith in the Omnipotent Father who has taken home a loved one to await their coming.


Betty with her parents, Bill and Ida Craig

Betty is buried along with the other Craigs in the Immaculate Conception Catholic Cemetery in Lacon, Illinois.  Although this blog is called Under Every Stone, I can't show you Aunt Betty's tombstone because she doesn't have one.  According to my Aunt Marie who remembered Betty's funeral, Betty is buried by the side of the road next to her parents.

According to Lea Merdian Knoerle, who went to the Lacon High School with my Dad, they postponed the senior class play because it was supposed to be held during the time of Betty's wake and funeral. Here's a photo that Lea gave me from the play:

Lea Merdian Knoerle far left; John C. "Pat" Craig far right

So that's the story of my Aunt Betty Craig, who I never knew but hope to meet someday in a better place.

May Ida Elizabeth "Betty" Craig Rest in Peace.


Friday, February 22, 2013

HIS PARENTS REFUSED TO BELIEVE HE WAS DEAD - George F. Gindele

Readers of the Chicago Daily Tribune of April 14, 1926 may have seen an interesting teaser in the "Local" Index: 

Mystery surrounds supposed drowning of George Gendele of Park Ridge; family denies he is victim....Page 15

It was followed up by the story itself buried back on page 15:

MYSTERY VEILS BOY'S REPORTED DEATH IN RIVER
Body Unfound; Kin Deny Gendele Is Victim

Mystery surrounding the supposed drowning in the Des Plaines river on Monday night of George Gendele, son of Dr. George W. Gendele, a health inspector of Park Ridge, deepened last night upon failure of police to recover the body, and upon the insistance of the Gendele family that the victim was not George Gendele. 

... an aunt declared to police a disbelief that the victim was Gendele.  He had no reason to wish to kill himself, she said, since he was completely recovered from a recent illness and appeared in the best of spirits when seen last Monday. 

Report Seeing Youth in River.

Mr. and Mrs. H.W. Ensver, 1820 N. Keeler avenue, who were driving along Touhy avenue, Park Ridge, saw a youth struggling in the river.  When near the bridge, they said, they noted the boy, wearing a dark cap and a gray overcoat, seated on the railing gazing absently into the water.  A monent later they heard a splash and, looking back, saw him struggling frantically against the strong current.

Belief that the victim was Gendele was formed when Dr. Gendele reported his son to police as missing.  He said George had accompanied him as he made a call in the vicinity of the Touhy avenue bridge and had unaccountably disappeared after being left alone in the car.

Father In Nervous Collapse.

Yesterday the father was said to be in a state of nervous collapse and could not be seen when the Gendele home was visited.

County highway police spent a day in fruitless dragging of the river.  The swollen condition of the stream, together with the swiftness of the current, probably resulted in the body's being carried downstream a considerable distance from Touhy avenue, in the opinion of Capt. LeRoy Davidson.

A tragic story, to be sure.  Before we see what ultimately happened, let's take a closer look at George Gindele and his family.

Note:  The family name is spelled Gindele.  I have transcribed the newspaper articles as written with the last name spelled Gendele, but for the rest of the story I will use the correct spelling Gindele.

George Ferdinand Gindele was born on July 12, 1898 in Chicago, Illinois, the son of Dr. George William Gindele and Julia (nee Seabrook).  The elder Gindele was born May 4, 1873 in Illinois and married Julia Seabrook September 8, 1897.  Julia Seabrook was born about 1875 in Chicago.

George and Julia had nine children:  George F. (b. 1898), John G. (b. 1899), William S. (1901-1952), Charles W. (1903-1992), Florence (1905-1979), Ferdinanda K. (b. 1911), Julia F. (b. 1913), Ida A. (1915-1989), and Ruth M. (b. 1918).  

As mentioned above, Dr. Gindele worked in the Public Health office for the City of Chicago. On September 12, 1918, twenty-year-old George F. Gindele had to register for the draft.  At that time he said he was a clerk for the US Railroad Administration, Chicago and Northwestern Railroad in Norwood Park, and lived with his parents at 6056 N. Harlem Avenue in Chicago.

6056 N. Harlem Avenue, Chicago

The story of young George Gindele did not have a happy ending as evidenced by the Chicago Daily Tribune of April 30, 1926:

INDIAN GUIDES FIND GENDELE'S BODY IN RIVER

The body of George Gendele, son of Dr. George W. Gendele, a health inspector of Park Ridge, was recovered yesterday from the Des Plaines river near Morton Grove by two Indian guides from Stillwater, Mich. They were employed by the family to search for the young man. Gendele, who had been missing for two weeks, was last seen sitting on the Touhy avenue bridge a half mile from where he either fell or jumped into the stream.  He was 28 years old.  

An inquest will be held at 3 p.m. today at Schmidt's undertaking rooms, 3834 Irving Park boulevard.  The funeral will be tomorrow at 2 p.m. from the undertakers, burial at Ridgmont cemetery.

Mr. and Mrs. H.W. Enswer, 1820 North Keeler avenue, were driving over the bridge on April 13, the day he disappeared, and saw a man struggling in the water.  Yesterday they identified Gendele.   
    

At the time of his death, George was living with his parents at 5934 N. Harlem Avenue in Chicago.


5934 N. Harlem Avenue, Chicago

Here is George's obituary from the Chicago Daily Tribune of April 30, 1926:


I have passed over the Des Plaines river bridge on Touhy thousands of times, but now knowing what happened there in 1926, I went back and took a good look.  I'm sure the area was not as built up in 1926 as it is today, but in this section the Des Plaines river meanders through forest preserves so we can get a rustic feel for what was there.

Here is the approach to the south side of the bridge:


Looking over the rail at the river:



Looking down the river - this is the direction George's body would have taken after he fell in:


Another look down the river:


These photos were taken in February.  In April, when George fell into the river, the water level would be much higher from the spring rains, and the current would flow much faster and be much stronger than it is in these pictures.  Whether George fell into the river or jumped, once he was in the cold water he would have been unable to fight the current as he was swept downstream.

As it says in his obituary, George is buried in Acacia Park cemetery. In 1926 Acacia Park was strictly a Masonic cemetery, and one had to be a Mason or related to a Mason to be buried there.  George lies in the midst of his family:



We will never know what happened that day in April of 1926 on the Touhy avenue bridge over the Des Plaines river.  We will never know if George Gindele fell or jumped, but we do know that whatever happened, it cost him his life.  A life cut short, a death too soon. 
 
George F. Gindele with his father Dr. George Gindele
 
May George F. Gindele rest in peace. 

Friday, February 15, 2013

BUT WHAT ABOUT THE CHILDREN? - Aksel Mikkelsen - Part II


Last week I told you the story of Aksel and Hulda Mikkelsen.  Norwegian immigrants, Aksel went on to become a Chicago policeman and he and Hulda had five children.  In February of 1898 Hulda died of "childbed fever" and in his grief on October 10, 1898 Aksel committed suicide by shooting himself at Hulda's grave at Mount Olive Cemetery in Chicago.

This is a tragic story, to be sure, but it is magnified by the fact that Aksel's suicide left their five children orphans. There was no obituary in the Tribune for either Hulda or Aksel, but an angel was able to find the Guardianship File for the children, and so, now we know that their names are:
 
Einar O. Mikkelsen          Born June 30, 1885
Lillie C. Mikkelsen           Born December 19, 1886
August Henry Mikkelsen       Born February 1, 1889
Sigrid C. Mikkelsen         Born November 25, 1892
Charlotte Mikkelsen         Born December 5, 1895 

What happened to the five orphaned children of Aksel and Hulda Mikkelsen?  Have you ever seen the movie "All Mine To Give?"  It is based on a true story about six Scottish pioneer children whose parents have died, forcing the eldest to find homes for his each of his younger siblings.  It is a tear-jerker from start to finish as the eldest brother realizes that he must separate the siblings so that they can all be given to good homes.  The stories of what happened to Mikkelsen children are not unlike the family in the movie.  Let's take a look to see what happened to each of them:  

Einar O. Mikkelsen was the oldest.  When his father died, he was thirteen years old.  In the 1900 Census he was living with Thomas and Amalia Olsen as a "boarder".  Thomas may have been Hulda's brother, in which case Einar was living with his aunt and uncle.  One of the items in the Guardianship file is a disbursement to the Illinois School of Agriculture & Manual Training for Boys for tuition of Einar O. and August H. Mikkelsen in Feb 1899.  Einar must have been successful in learning a trade because the 1930 Census shows him as a mechanical engineer for a paper factory.  Einar was born "Einar O. Mikkelsen" but somewhere along the way he started referring to himself as "Adolph E. Mikkelsen" and this was the name he used when he registered for the draft in World War I and World War II.  Einar/Adolph married "Della Hesterman" but I could not find any record of them having children. The 1940 Census shows Einar/Adolph and Della living in Fox River Grove, Illinois. The trail on both Einar/Adolph and Della ends there.

Lillie C. Mikkelsen was the next oldest.  She was born Emma Lillian Mikkelsen in December of 1886 as noted above, and was almost twelve when her parents died.  The 1900 Census shows Lillie living with her grandparents Carl and Ernestina Olsen.  Carl and Ernestina still had two of Hulda's brothers, Gustav and Carl living with them, as well as Hulda's sister Augusta.  In addition they had another granddaughter living there as well - 7 year old Emma Nelson.  As she got older, Lillie adopted the more adult sounding "Lillian".  On April 27, 1907, Lillian Mikkelsen married Harold Hansen in Chicago.  She was the loving mother of Arnold (b. 1909), Charlotte (b. 1910), Florence (b. 1914), Marguerite (b. 1917), Harold (b. 1918), and Marion (b. 1923).  Lillian Mikkelsen Hansen died in Berrien County, Michigan on April 4, 1958 at the age of seventy-one.
  
August Henry Mikkelsen was 9 years old when his parents died.  We lose track of him until 1912 when he married Caroline J. Carlson in Chicago.  Unfortunately the next time he shows up in the newspaper was when he died in October of 1918.  Here's his obituary from the Chicago Daily Tribune of October 21, 1918:


3430 N. Keating, Chicago

Looking at the cause of death from his death certificate (lobar pneumonia with bronchitis) it looks like  August Mikkelsen died from the Spanish influenza.


 Like his parents, August is buried at Mount Olive Cemetery.


Although he is not buried in the same section as his parents, (August is in Section B), you can see the Olsen family monument from August's grave.

The next of  Aksel and Hulda's orphaned children was Sigrid C. Mikkelsen, who was just short of six years old when her parents died. After her father died, Sigrid went to live with her uncle Albert Mikkelsen, Aksel's older brother.  She did not stay there long because she is not with Albert's family for the 1900 Census.  In fact, after that I can't find any mention of Sigrid Mikkelsen, although she is listed in August's obituary in 1918.  She seems to have fallen off the face of the earth.  

And last, but not least, Charlotte "The Baby" born in 1895.  She was only three when her parents died.  The 1900 Census shows her living with her great-aunt Louisa Hansen.  By the 1920 Census, Charlotte was calling herself "Lottie", working as an office clerk in a candy factory and saying that she was the daughter of Louisa Hansen.  On July 11, 1921 Charlotte married Benjamin Franklin Cartwright, Jr. in Chicago, a young widower who had a 4 year old daughter Virginia.  Ben's first wife, Louise Weger had died in 1918.  On July 17, 1926 Charlotte became a widow when her husband Ben was killed in a car accident outside of Carlock, Illinois.  He was 35 years old.  The 1930 Census shows Virginia living with her grandmother.

Ben Cartwright's obituary says that he was buried at Mount Olive Cemetery.  I went there recently to see if Charlotte may have been buried next to Ben.  The cemetery records show that Charlotte Cartwright purchased Plot 90 in Section R in July, 1926 but there is no one currently buried there.  I went out and took a look for myself, and could find no tombstone for either Ben Cartwright or Charlotte Mikkelsen Cartwright.  Perhaps Ben was buried there and then his grave was moved at a later date, or perhaps Ben's family preferred that he be buried in their family plot in Peoria.  In any case, at the present time, neither Ben or Charlotte are buried at Mount Olive.

And here's where the trail of Charlotte goes cold.  I could not find any further information about her after 1926.  She may have remarried, she may have moved out of Illinois, she may have even passed away, but I couldn't find any clues whatsoever.

So to recap, here's where each of the children went after Aksel's death:

Einar - Thomas and Amalia Olsen
Lillie - Carl and Ernestina Olsen
August - Unknown
Sigrid - Albert Mikkelsen
Charlotte - Louisa Hansen

It is possible that Einar and August stayed together, but the other children were all separated from each other.

Thus ends the story of Aksel Mikkelsen and his family.  Losing both of their parents at a young age must have been very difficult for the children, but life goes on and luckily there was a large extended family to step in and assume the parenting role.  We will never know how losing their parents affected the children inwardly, but outwardly they all seemed to turn out alright and went on to live normal lives. What would have been different if Axel and Hulda had lived?  We will never know.        

May Einer, Lillie, August, Sigrid and Charlotte Mikkelsen rest in peace.

Friday, February 8, 2013

HE COULDN'T LIVE WITHOUT HIS LOVE - Aksel Mikkelsen - Part I

Mount Olivet Cemetery is on the northwest side of Chicago - on Narragansett Avenue, north of Addison Street.  It was dedicated on September 12, 1886 and was founded by the Scandinavian Lutheran Cemetery Association as a burial place for the Scandinavian population of Chicagoland.  It was originally called Mount Olive Cemetery to differentiate it from Mount Olivet Catholic Cemetery on Chicago's south side.  Although primarily a cemetery for those of Scandinavian heritage, since its purchase by SCI it also caters to the Hispanic community, and in fact, has a section dedicated to Our Lady of Guadalupe - which I doubt you will find in any other Scandinavian Lutheran cemetery.

This blog is dedicated to the fact that there is a story "under every stone" in a cemetery, but the story I am going to relate this week also took place above a tombstone - the tombstone of Hulda Olsen Mikkelsen.

If you stroll through Mount Olive Cemetery there are lots of large, old family monuments.  Walking along the curving roadway that runs along the north side of section C, you come across Lot 7, that contains a tall, slim monument dedicated to the deceased members of the Olsen Family.  


It is a peaceful, quiet place and looking at the Olsen family monument you could never guess what happened there on October 10, 1898. Here is the story from the Chicago Daily Tribune of October 11, 1898:


What can we find out about Aksel Mikkelsen and his wife Hulda? Unfortunately, not too much, but let's look at what we do have.

Aksel Mikkelsen was born in January 26, 1859 in Cristensana, Norway. He came to the United States in 1879 when he was twenty years old and became a naturalized US citizen on March 7, 1886 in Chicago.  On November 1, 1884 he was married to Hulda Olsen by the Rev. John Z. Torgerson, pastor of the Independent Evangelical Lutheran Bethania Church of Chicago, on Grand Avenue at Carpenter Street.

   
Hulda Olsen was born April 20, 1860 in Norway, the daughter of Carl Johan Olsen and Ernestine (nee Nullmeyer).  She joined brothers Gustav, Johan and Carl, and sisters Augusta and Aagot.  The Olsen family came to America in 1880, when Hulda was twenty years old and settled in Chicago where Carl Olsen was a baker.

Aksel registered to vote in the elections of 1888 where he reported his address as 61 Huron Street and 1890 where his address was 139 Fowler Street, the same place he was living when he died.  Aksel joined the Chicago Police Department in 1889 and was assigned to the West North Avenue police station.

Aksel and Hulda had five children:  


Einar O. Mikkelsen          Born June 30, 1885
Lillie C. Mikkelsen           Born December 19, 1886
August Henry Mikkelsen       Born February 1, 1889
Sigrid C. Mikkelsen         Born November 25, 1892
Charlotte Mikkelsen         Born December 5, 1895 

Hulda Olsen Mikkelsen died February 22, 1898 at the age of thirty-seven:

  

She died at the Norwegian Hospital in Chicago of puerperal septicemia (streptococus).  This is a bacterial infection contracted by women during childbirth or miscarriage.  It was also referred to as childbed fever.  I have mentioned in a previous article about the Behl family that 100 years ago one of the major causes of death for women was complications from childbirth.  Childbed fever was one of the most frequent complications.  There is no record of Aksel and Hulda having a baby in 1898 so we can assume she probably miscarried.

Hulda was buried on the same day that she died - February 22, 1898. She died at 4:15 in the morning and was buried later that afternoon - very unusual among people who were not Jewish, and in cases where there was no epidemic, like there was with the Spanish influenza.


She was buried in the south-east corner of the Olsen family plot at Mt. Olive Cemetery:


Aksel Mikkelsen took Hulda's death very hard.  He may have felt personally responsible because she died as a result of a pregnancy. Aksel's fellow officers with the Chicago Police Department noted that Aksel had been visiting Hulda's grave every day.  

Early in the morning of Monday, October 10, 1898 Aksel left home after saying goodbye to each of his children.  He told his housekeeper that he did not have to work until that evening and that he would be back later that day.  Then he went to Mount Olive Cemetery and in front of Hulda's grave he shot himself in the right temple with his patrolman's revolver.  



The Coroner determined that he died "from shooting himself in the head with a revolver while temporarily insane at the grave of his wife in Mt. Olive Cemetery on October 10, 1898."

Aksel was buried in front of his wife in the Olsen family plot in Mt. Olive.


Hulda Mikkelsen
Fodt
Olsen
20 Apr 1860
Dod
22 Feb. 1898.

Axel Mikkelsen
Fodt
26 Jan 1859
Dod.
10 Oct 1898

As I retell these stories from days gone by, I try not to pass judgement on the actions of the people I write about.  It is hard to imagine, however that Aksel Mikkelsen thought that his children would be better off without him.  They had already lost their mother and were grieving for her, and then, less than one year later they lost their father as well.  

Next week we will see what happened to the children:  Einar, Lillie, August, Sigrid and Charlotte.  Five orphaned children - and the oldest was just thirteen.

May Hulda Olsen Nikkelsen and her husband Aksel rest in peace.

Friday, February 1, 2013

ONE MAN'S FAMILY - Christian F.W. Behl - Part Two

Last week I told you about the Christian Behl family, whose graves I had come across in Rosehill Cemetery. I told you about Christian's first wife Mary, and children Frank, Wilhelm, Oskar, James, Mari, Edmund, Charlie, Elizabeth and Isabella.  I also told you that there was more to the story - and here it is:

Mary was Christian Behl's first wife.  She died on July 2, 1871. Christian remarried on August 18, 1872 in Chicago to Hermine Ernestine Selle:


You couldn't blame Christian for remarrying - he still had children to raise.  Jumping ahead, I found out that Christian died on August 30, 1923 at the age of 90 and was buried not with his first wife and children in Rosehill, but in Forest Home-Waldheim Cemetery (not to be confused with Jewish Waldheim down the street) in River Grove, Illinois.

Hermine Selle Behl died December 20, 1929 at the age of 86.  She is also buried at Forest Home Cemetery.  When I went out to Forest Home Cemetery to photograph Christian and Hermine's graves I was in for a shock - next to them is the gravestone of their daughters Hedwig (Harriet) and Martha Adelie who died within one day of each other in 1887!







Both died from diphtheria.

To try to help us visualize everything that happened to the Christian Behl family and when, I have put together what I call the Christian Behl Family Chronography:



Christian Behl was the father of thirteen children (that we know about). He had three children (Wihelm, Frank, Charlie) with his first wife Mary and ten children (Oskar, James, Elizabeth, Mari, Harriet, Eddie, Martha Adeile, Walter, Isabella, Alfred) with his second wife Hermine.  Thirteen children, and yet from the obituaries of Christian and Hermine it appears that only two of their children - Walter and Alfred - survived to adulthood. 

Here's Christian Behl's obituary from The Chicago Daily Tribune of August 30, 1923:


4522 W. Van Buren Street, Chicago


and Hermine Behl's obituary from The Chicago Daily Tribune of December 20, 1929:


5516 W. Van Buren Street, Chicago


The two sons who did survive to adulthood each lived to an old age. Alfred Behl died in 1958 at the age of 67 and Walter Behl died in 1960 at the age of 78.  They are both buried (but not together) in Oakridge-Glenoaks Cemetery in Hillside.  



That is the story of one man's family:  Christian Frederick William Behl. The departed members of his family rest at Rosehill, Forest Home and Oakridge-Glenoaks.  His family lives on through the children and grandchildren of Alfred and Walter.  Because of the great strides medical science has made, we tend to forget that 100 years ago one of the leading causes of death for women in the United States was "Complications from childbirth" and the infant mortality rate in the United States was 10%: 100 deaths per 1000 live births!

One hundred years ago it was not unusual to lose an infant or child to disease, but Christian Behl lost ten children through illness and disease, and one to an accident, leaving only two children to survive to adulthood.  Life was hard in the old days, and the spectre of death was always around the corner.

"The Young Girl and Death" c. 1906 by Marianne Stokes

May Christian Behl and all of his family, rest in peace.