My Great-Great-grandfather's Hometown

Before looking at the Probate Record of William (Carl Wilheim) Cline, I want to cover his birthplace.  Trying to determine the hometown of our ancestors is not an exact science, or easy.  For example, in looking at five census records, representing over fifty years of William (Carl Wilhelm) Cline's life, his birthplace is listed as three different locations.  They all list Germany, but I want a more specific locality.  The 1840 and 1850 census records of New Madrid County, Missouri lists his place of birth as just "Germany."  The 1860 and 1870 census records show "Hesse, Germany," and the 1880 Census record of New Madrid County, Missouri shows "Rhine-Hessen."  This last census taker wrote "Darmstadt" in a blank space as well.  Ah ha, the actual place of his birth and youth was Darmstadt, Hesse, Germany, and is located along the Rhine River just north of Heidelberg.   

Hesse is one of the 16 Federal States of Germany.  It is located in western-central Germany, bordered by the German states of Lower Saxony, Thuringia, Bavaria, Baden-Württemberg, Rhineland-Palatinate and North Rhine-Westphalia.  I see it spelled as Hesse, Hessian, and Hessen but they are all the same location.

As background on the development of the Federal Republic of Germany, it is located in the heart of Europe. The nation-state now known as Germany was first unified in 1871 as a modern federal state and named the German Empire.  In the first half of the 20th century two devastating World Wars, of which Germany was responsible for, left the country occupied by the victorious Allied powers. 

With the advent of the Cold War, two German states were formed in 1949: the western Federal Republic of Germany (FRG) and the eastern German Democratic Republic (GDR).   The democratic FRG embedded itself in key Western economic and security organizations, the European Union (EC) and NATO, while the communist GDR was on the front line of the Soviet-led Warsaw Pact. The decline of the USSR and the fall of Communism enabled Germany's unification in 1990. 

In 1990, I remembered watching people from East Germany and other Communist countries fleeing in trains loaded to capacity into West Germany.  For days, I watched history unfold on the television screen.  People around the world viewed the event in amazement and excitement.  Knowing this was a significant event in history, I saved a magazine and newspaper highlighting this great moment in history.  It was a powerful moment in time that I will always remember.  It may have been more important to me because of my German-American heritage.

Of course, William Cline would not recognize either Darmstadt, Hesse, Germany, or New Madrid, Missouri today, but I am sure he would be amazed and impressed.  Sometime in the late 1980s, I visited the New Madrid Courthouse and located William Cline's probate records.  I copied everything, and it cost about $25 to have the Clerk of Court make the copies.  Holding those hundred-year-old pieces of papers in my hands was very special.  We will look at some of the personal documents next week.   

Digging Up Gold in New Madrid

Buried Gold Coin in
New Madrid, Missouri

              DIGGIN UP GOLD IN NEW MADRID

The New Madrid Weekly Record, dated October 7, 1882, tells a story about my great-great-grandfather William Cline and how he hid his gold coins shortly before his death on the 27th of September in 1882.   The article reads:

     "Digging Up Gold - Last Saturday morning, Mr. J. M. Broughton, Public Administrator, took charge of the estate of William Cline, deceased.  It was known that the old man had sold his farm sometime before his death for about $700; that he had received the money in gold, and it was believed he had buried it about his house.  Soon after taking charge of the estate that morning, Mr. Broughton, with Messrs. F. H. Dawson, R. G. Holloway, and Gazwell Cline commenced a search of the property.  Gazwell recalled that his little daughter Lena told him that her grandfather kept the smokehouse locked and would allow no one to go into it.  With this clue, the party determined to search there.  The dirt in the northeast corner showed that it had been disturbed recently, and commencing to dig, the third shovelful of dirt brought up a bottle containing $500 - 25 twenty-dollar gold coins.

     Next morning Messrs. R. G. Holloway and Gazwell Cline in compliance with Mr. Broughton's request examined the house.  They found a small wooden box lying on a slat in the bed formerly used by the deceased which contained $80 in gold and $20 in silver." [end of article]

This is part of my history and as I have said before, history and genealogy are inseparable.  I'm sure you have heard stories of people in the Civil War era and up through the Great Depression hiding or burying their money because they didn't trust banks.  William Cline immigrated to New Madrid, Missouri from Germany about 1831 and was distrustful of banks.  This article confirms the stories that people buried gold as true.  I encourage you to look through old newspapers, or online newspaper websites to learn more about your ancestors.  Next week, we will look at William Cline's probate records and an inventory of his personal property.  It gives us an idea of the lifestyle of people back in mid-1800 to 1882.

Curtis and his Big Boy Tomatoes

Curtis Cline loved to work with plants of all types.  The plant nursery business was perfect for him because he could grow exceptionally large healthy trees, shrubs, azaleas, and ornamental plants for Cline's Nursery, and feel gratified.  Dad also grew fruit trees and had a huge garden each year.  Curtis liked to experiment with different varieties of vegetables annually to see how they differed.  He grew eggplants, snap beans, peas, corn, peppers, green onions, and every year he had eight or ten tomatoes plants.

I once asked him why he grew all that food when he and mom ate out more than they ate at home.  He told me it was gratifying to provide food to people who could not afford to purchase fresh vegetables.  He said he enjoyed sharing with his sisters too, besides he always enjoyed eating some of what he grew.  I remember he always enjoyed eating corn on the cob.   He put on a lot of butter when he ate the corn.  When he finished eating six or seven cobs, he had butter all over his face.  My mother fussed at him for years about using a napkin during the eating process, but he just laughed and said, "Oh Marie, the corn is too good to be worried about how my face looks.  I use a napkin after I finish eating."

The newspaper clipping is undated, but it seems to me that it was taken sometime in the 1960s.  Dad was bragging that his Big Boy tomatoes plants were so tall he had to use a step ladder to reach the top.  The word got around to the Sikeston Standard, and they sent a reporter out to see if it was true. The picture shows that the tomatoe plants grew to about eight feet tall.  Everyone in the neighborhood, at church, the family, and the usual people in need, had tomatoes that year. He got a kick out of seeing the picture of his tomatoes in the Sikeston Standard newspaper.

Kulkel Burrs and Sticky Burr Grass

Kulkel burrs are
Painful to remove!

It is common to find Kulkel burr grass in older cemeteries in Southeast Missouri.  On my trip to Sikeston two weekends ago, I visited my parents' graves, as usual.  I then drove to the old Sikeston City Cemetery to visit my grandparents, an aunt, my great-grandmother and great-great-grandmother's graves.  Almost immediately upon exiting my car, it felt like something bit my leg.  When I looked down, I saw three Kulkel burrs attached to my sock.  By the time I was through in the cemetery, both of my feet were covered in Kulkel burrs, as shown in the above photo.   Removing these stickers is painful. It jolted me back in time to when I toured many sandy cemeteries and wrote about them between 1998 and 2006.  These sticky burrs are not something I miss about Sikeston or Scott County.  They grow best in poor soil of sand and earth.

The oldest grave in the Cline Family Plot within the Sikeston City Cemetery is my great-great-grandmother Elizabeth Cornelia Tickell-Jones-Moore-Blount-Mosier.  She was born 9 Mar 1811 on the Virginia-North Carolina border, and she died in New Madrid, Missouri on 20 Feb 1892.  The other burials inside the plot are her daughter, Anna Eliza Blount Kline, her granddaughter Lena Kline Cline, and her husband William Henry Cline, their infant son Henry Webster Cline who died at the age of thirteen months, on 21 December 1893.  Then many years later, Henry and Lena Cline's daughter Vera Daughterty Cline Johnson had her cremated remains placed there in 1995.  Vera's husband, Edward Johnson, was the inventor of the hydraulic brake mechanism applicable to the landing gear of airplanes.  He received Patent Number US 1, 870,289 on August 8, 1931.  

Ed Johnson was on the Pennsylvania railroad’s The Spirit of St. Louis passenger train testing a new invention.  He was seriously injured when the car he was riding in broke loose and rammed the locomotive of a stationary passenger train of the same line in the Columbus (Ohio) Union station yards at 9:35 o’clock on June 7, 1948.  Police and firemen identified ten seriously injured.  Most critically injured was E. D. Johnson, 45, of Jennings, Missouri, a mechanical engineer with the Wagner Electric Corporation of St. Louis.  He suffered fractures of both legs and a severe laceration of the lower abdomen.  He was taken to St. Frances Hospital.  Johnson was en route to Allentown, Pa., on business.   Edward Johnson died on June 19, 1948.  He asked to be buried in Falconer, Chautauqua County, New York with the Johnson family.  Vera and their two daughters, Ruth and Martha Johnson remained in the St. Louis area.  At the time of Vera's death, she requested to be buried near her parents and grandmothers in Sikeston, Missouri, the same as her husband had done forty-five year before her.

Vera and her husband Edward Johnson had a wonderful life up until the fatal train wreck.  Life presents us with many joys, but like kulkel burrs, sometimes painful things happen that pierces our heart.  Vera Cline Johnson never got over the loss of her bright husband and remained single the rest of her life.  When you walk through a cemetery, you will see beautiful works of art incorporated into headstones and many sad stories of people being taken too quickly.   Just remember, it is the painful parts of life that make us appreciate the minor and significant joys for which we are blessed.

Growing Old With Charm and Wit

 

Margaret Cline Harmon, Carol Rettig Carol,
 Dan Caldwell and Carl Holyfield take a
break for a picture at the Stoner home.

The Class of 1962 celebrated its 55th reunion September 30, in Sikeston, Missouri.  It could have been better attended, but for those of us there, it was enjoyable.  I talked with some classmates I had not spoken with much at previous gatherings.  Each one was interesting, and it was delightful to reminisce about high school days and learn what each was doing now.  Lloyd Stoner and his wife very graciously hosted the entire class at their beautiful home on Friday night.  I felt bad for them as they were so busy they could not enjoy the evening as the rest of us did.  We all appreciated them for the generious hospitality.  Friday night I was able to talk with many friends but Saturday night seemed to go too quickly. 

Most classmates were recognizable, although we all showed the signs of aging since seeing each other in 2007 and 2012.  Amazingly, after each conversation started, my mind pictured the classmate as they were in 1962.  Some were funnier now than back in high school, and one or two looked better than they did in 1962, in my opinion.   I wanted to hug every one of my classmates, but there just was not enough time to greet them all.  Over the years, I have learned that the flesh of our body deteriorates and is temporary.  In the end, relationships are all that truly matters.  There is a poem I read often and try to live by its words:

   "If I should live to a ripe old age,

     may I possess some bit of individuality,

     charm and wit that I will not be discarded

     when I am withered, worn, and weak,

     but sought after and cherished,

     like a fine antique."

I cherish the twelve years spent with my classmates at the Sikeston public schools, and hope to see them all again in five years.  It is relationships that shape our lives and bring happiness.  It seemed odd that long-time master of ceremonies Joe Bean was not there this year; however, Tom Nunnelee stepped up to the plate and moved the event along at a good pace.  Concluding the reunion by singing the Red and Black seemed to be the perfect ending.  God's blessings to every classmate!  

Red Pepper Initiation Banned? How Sad!!

Outgoing 1962 Red Pepper Officer
 and new 1963 Officers - First Row: 
Shirley Adams, Patsy McWilliams, 
Cassandra Corley, Rosie Litchford,
and Marsha Gibson

It was regrettable to hear the Sikeston Public School Board banned the Red Pepper Initiation a few years ago.  It was part of the school culture and was a tradition that girls looked forward to their Freshman year of high school.  I never heard of anyone harmed, or of any violence as part of the Red Pepper Initiation Day.  You were not required to join the Red Peppers, but for those who did join, initiation was considered a privilege.  It was worth one day of silliness.

First, you had to memorize the following songs.  Then you had to sing them to the satisfaction of the Red Peppers grading you for acceptance.

               All three verses of the “Red and Black.

All three verses of “The Star-Spangled Banner.”

There were a few other things that I have forgotten in fifty-five years, but these were the two biggies.

The INITIATION DAY was always on a Friday.  Green Peppers were required to have a Red Pepper sponsor to lead you through the day.  I remember I had to pull my sponsor in a red wagon where ever she wanted to go.  We were required to wear ridiculous costumes all day, even to classes.  Any Red Pepper could tell us to do something, and we had to do it.  It was done in fun and very few, if anyone, felt dehumanized.  It was fun for everyone, and it was required to be a cool RED PEPPER.  I remember two more things we were expected to do, even on the school grounds.  In talking with my friend and classmate Millie Bennett Nauman by telephone recently, and we recalled the following:

The First Requirement:  We had to drop to the ground when they said: “HIME is coming.” Then we had to put our noses to the ground so we could not see HIME.  Green Peppers were not worthy of seeing HIME before we became full Red Peppers.

The Second Requirement:  When asked by a Red Pepper, “Who is the Greenest Green Pepper?”  We had to respond with the following.  Millie reminded me that we also had to get down on our knees while citing this, and we had to turn in circles.  The proper response was -

Of all the Green Peppers Ever So Green

I am the Greenest pepper you have ever seen.

Then, when the school bell rang for school dismissal, all the green Peppers gathered in front of the “old” high school and waited for their sponsors.  We offered our sponsor a ride to the park in front of the business section, in the middle of town.  There, everyone enjoyed a big celebration and final initiation tricks.  Some green Peppers had eggs crushed on their heads, some had honey poured over their heads, then cornflakes smashed into the honey.  I was lucky.  I just had orange juice poured over my head, in addition to wearing a green Pepper all day, I also had to wear an orange around my neck.  It was not until that moment in the park that I understood why I had to wear the orange.  If my sponsor told me to eat either, or both, then I ate it.  At the end of that day, the green Peppers looked a mess, and they were tired. 

Then, the Red Pepper President blew her whistle signaling the conclusion.  Initiation was over, and inclusion began.  There were hugs, cheers, and congratulations.  We made the cut!  Most young ladies considered it fun and worth every moment of that day to become RED Peppers for three years.  Some may call this hazing, I call it character building.  Things given without effort is never appreciated as much as things earned.  

Gone, but not forgotten!

Dieting For My Reunion?

Margaret Cline -1962

Oh, what a difference 55 years can make in our appearance.  Today, my skin no longer fits my body properly, I have a big gap in my front teeth caused from TMJ, my waistline is much wider, my feet were crippled from a botched foot surgery in 2014, and I don't even want to talk about my arms or neck!   None of that bothers me, but the one new thing that does bother me is arthritis.  I no longer stand tall and straight but stand stooped, like an old person. However, most of the time, I still think youthful thoughts, much like I did in 1962.  In the end, our mind is the most important element in our bodies.  Especially its capacity to remember.  

Margaret Cline Harmon
2017

I look forward to attending my SHS's 55th Class Reunion next week in Sikeston, Missouri.  Labor Day, I gave serious thought of starting a diet to look better for the event. Then I realized it is impossible to lose thirty pounds in four weeks, so I forgot about it.  The Class of 1962 will share many memories when we meet.  None of us will see as well as we did when we graduated from the NEW Sikeston High School.  We can not hear as well as we did back then, and we will all be carrying more weight than in our high school days.  

All of our children are grown, and we have grandchildren, and a few have great-grandchildren.  Our formative careers have now ended.  The reason most of us will attend the reunion is for the shared memories of the time we were relatively worried free.  We can all remember when our bodies functioned perfectly and looked much better than they do now.   Most of us return to our class reunions to visit with our classmates, and recalling their personalities in 1962.  When talking to a classmate, it is common to see the other person as we saw them in high school.  We recall working together in different clubs, in the band, in sports, and in the choir.  The memory of getting up early to be at marching band practice at 7:00 AM  and after school club meetings are strong.  We have collective memories of fun, silliness, and serious moments together as a class, and individually.  

People return to various types of reunions for the feeling of inclusion, and the feelings and memories a place and people produce.  We remember the Bulldog Inn, the Cotton Gin and its smell, the Cow Bell, the Dunn Hotel, the Gay 90's Village, Kirby's hamburgers, the Malone Theater (when it was downtown), Nancy's Sweet Shop, SHS Championship Football, the Skating Rink, Wag's, Woolworths, and much more.  We even remember when Elvis performed at the Armory in Sikeston, not once, but twice.

Elvis Presley - 1955

This year, we will also mourn the loss of classmates - Bob Depro, Joan Happe, Nellie Karnes, Lonnie Dickie, and Phillip Payne.  Like life, this reunion will be filled with joys, fun, and sadness.  It is a time to appreciate each classmate for who they were, and who they have become.  I pray each returning member of the Sikeston High School Class of 1962 arrive safely, and that they return home with a spring in their step and humming "The Red and the Black."  Go Sikeston Bulldogs!