Within this book, that I did find on line, I learned all kinds of things about both side of my Grandparents family. It has been pretty exciting, and led to additional discoveries that I’m still scouring for information. I have to say that this genealogy bug has one hell of a bite, when it finally gets you. I just can’t seem to get enough.
I’m going to post that story my Grandfather wrote, or at least a portion of it. I hope you enjoy it as much as I did. I can tell you, I learned my Great, Great Grandmother was one tough cookie. I’ll never think of “hard Times” in the same way.
“Heinrich Wedekind and his daughter came to the USA in 1858. We don't know how much time elapsed from the time they arrived in America till they settled in or around Beecher, Ill.Now you see what I mean, My Great, Great, Grandmother was one tough cookie.
Dorothea Wedeking met Henry Schweer and later married him in 1873 at Beecher, Ill. (Elsewhere I see that Henry was born in Berlin, Germany, on Dec. 8, 1849.) The oldest son, Christ Schweer, was born in Washington, Ill. First born, a girl, Dorie (Schweer) Grummon, July 14, 1874; and second girl, Friedrika (Schweer) Thaden, were born in Beecher, Ill. Then Christ Schweer was born may 18, 1877. Somewhere in here another infant was born and died.
Then in 1877 they moved by wagon train to Fillmore County, Nebr., and settled on a farm south and west of Ohiowa, Nebr., where they raised their family. Dorothea helped Henry with the farm work. One cold, snowy day, when hauling in a load of hay, the rack tipped over sideways and crushed Dorothea's left leg. It had to be taken off, just below the knee, nothing to kill the pain or sterilize it but boiling hot water, which they would pour in at the front of the wound and let it run out at the other side. She told me the pain was so bad that she would just go to sleep (pass out), and when she would awaken it would be all done for another day.
At first she had a peg leg that she wore, but it finally wore out and she was never able to get another one that she could stand to wear; they never could get one to fit her stump; so she used a kitchen chair to walk with and drug that thing around with her, doing her housework and everything else, while bringing up her family, 12 children. (WHO the HELL could stand to do that now?) In late years that leg would hurt her very much, and she would have to rub it with her hand and work with it till it would quiet down again. She died Oct. 23, 1938 and is buried near Ohiowa, Nebr. (82 yrs. old)”
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