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I just finished reading Ruta Sepetys’ book Salt to the Sea. It’s a great young adult novel with a unique viewpoint about World War II. As an American, I read all kinds of information about the war from the American perspective. This book, however, covered the war from the perspective of ethnic groups from the Baltic region- a Prussian, a Lithuanian, and a Pole pretending to be a Latvian. I heard a side of the story I’ve never heard before and it was a nice change of pace and very enlightening. (Yes- you can learn from a fiction book!) After finishing this book, I looked at my calendar to see which ancestors have birthdays or death date anniversaries coming up. I’ve been itching to write and haven’t gotten to do it much in the last few months. What a nice surprise to find that I had my own Prussian with a death date anniversary coming up this week. I couldn’t wait to do a little extra research about our Prussian and then present you with a new story. So here she is! Our very own Prussian, Dorothea SCHLENTER BRUDERICK.
Wednesday marks the 1916 death date anniversary of Dorothea SCHLENTER BRUDERICK. Dorothea is my husband’s maternal 3rd great grandmother through his grandma, Esther (whom I wrote about here), Esther’s mother Jennie (you can find a photo of Jennie at the bottom of this post), and Jennie’s mother Elizabeth. Elizabeth is the daughter of Dorothea. Light a candle in remembrance for her and sit down for a little storytime. I don’t know much about Dorothea, who went by Dora in her later years, but I’ll tell you what I know.
Dora was born Dorothea SCHLENTER (possibly spelled Schlender, if it’s spelled with the traditional German spelling) on 29 September 1838 in West Prussia. She would later list Germany as her birthplace but I believe it really was Prussia. She married Charles BRUDERICK (who later went by Carl or Karl) in 1871 possibly in West Prussia. It’s possible that SCHLENDER is a first married name for Dorothea. I’ve found evidence that her actual maiden name may be ARTMANN but I don’t have enough evidence to really prove that. She was, however, older when she and Karl married and only one of the children that I’ve located as belonging to Karl and Dora were born after 1871. So it’s possible that both Dora and Karl were married previous to marrying each other and that my genealogy may be off as to whether one or both of these people (Dora and Karl) are the true lineage of the family. If I’ve gotten in wrong and you can enlighten us about the true lineage, please do so!
The children I know to have been born to either Dora or Karl or both of them include Elisabeth Marie (Bart’s Uncle Bob has her in his tree as M. Elizabeth; she is alternately known as Mary or Lizzie on various documents), Peter August who went by August, Jacob Frank who went by Frank, and Henry Fredrick (Bart’s Uncle Bob has him listed in his family tree as Heinrich F. Carl). Henry was the only one of the children born in America. All the other children were born in West Prussia. To further add mystery to this family, the 1900 census records that Dora was the mother to 5 children and all 5 were living at that time. In the 1910 census, she was recorded as having 4 children and all 4 were living. I have only been able to account for 4 children.
Before Henry was born, and just 5 years after they married, Dora and Karl set sail for America. They came over on the steamship Cumberland. Sadly, I haven’t been able to find any information about the Cumberland that I feel is credible enough pass on to you. The family would have traveled about 9 hours (on today’s modes of transportation) from West Prussia to Hamburg, Germany to begin their journey. From Hamburg, they traveled to Glasgow, Scotland, United Kingdom and then on to New York in the United States. Those traveling included Karl (listed as Carl on the passenger list), Dorothea, Elisabeth, August, and Frank. The passenger list shows that Dorothea was 10 years older than Karl. The children ranged in age from 4-10 years old on that voyage. From what I’ve read, the voyage would have taken about a week or so. The family said their home was in Tiegenhof, West Prussia. Below is a wonderful vintage postcard scene of Tiegenhof.
According to Global Anabaptist Mennonite Encyclopedia Online, Tiegenhof is now known as Gdansk, Poland and lies very near the Baltic Sea. However, at the time the BRUDERICK family lived there, it was Tiegenhof, West Prussia. I’m not going to go into the history of West Prussia since the Baltic region’s geography/history is (to me) complicated. Here is a map to show you how close Tiegenhof was to the sea:
This map was found at Blogspot.com. You can find Gdansk inside the blue circle at the edge of the Baltic Sea.
I’m not sure how the family came from New York to Michigan but I’ve heard family stories that my husband’s German ancestors followed a waterway from the East coast into the Great Lakes to arrive in Michigan. I have not found any information that Karl or Dora naturalized once they arrived in America. If you know differently, please share with everyone.
I could only find two newspaper accounts that mentioned the BRUDERICK family. Both were accounts of members of the family visiting other cities.
“Henry and Charles Bruderick of Forestville called in the city [Sandusky] Monday on business.” Found at newspapers.com.
“Charles Bremer, Jr., and Henry Bruderick of Minden City were callers here [Carsonville] this week.” Found at newspapers.com
While these two articles don’t seem like much, it is still pretty amazing to know that on Monday, 16 October 1911, Dorothea’s husband and son went to Sandusky from their home town of Forestville. We know where they lived on that day and we know something specific they did on that date. Pretty amazing that over 100 years later we can say we know what Charles BRUDERICK did 100+ years ago on a specific day. (Or maybe I’m the only one who thinks so!) We also know that a couple of years later, their hometown is listed as Minden City (did they move or did a village incorporate/grow or did people just start calling an area by a different name?) and that the week of 6 November 1913, Henry (Dora’s son) went to a place called Carsonville. Why did they go? What did they purchase while in town and how much did it cost? Who did they visit? Enquiring minds want to know! Unfortunately, I can only get you so far and this is the end of the line for knowing what they did.
I have found SCHLENTER/SCHLINTER families in the area and also ARTMANN/ARTMAN families in the area of Minden City and Delaware Township in Sanilac County, Michigan. I have not been able to connect any of the families to Bart’s family though.
Dorothea BRUDERICK passed away on 28 June 1916 and is buried in Saint John’s Lutheran Cemetery in Minden City, Sanilac County, Michigan. I don’t have a photo of her gravestone. I believe this is her death certificate:
Dora’s official cause of death was Apoplexy (stroke). This death certificate lists her father as Herman ARTMANN and the name of her mother was unknown. This information was given by Henry BRUDERICK.
I’m going to keep plugging away at the Herman ARTMANN angle and see if I can find anything. I’ll also keep looking at these other ARTMANN and SCHLENTER families in the Minden City area to see if I can connect them to each other or to Bart’s family. I’d love for you to join me in the search. Each person and each story has value. It’s up to us to find the value and preserve it. Thanks for showing up for “storytime” today. I’ve enjoyed telling you about Dorothea. Hopefully, we’ll hear about her again someday soon with some new information.
Until next time,
Lisa @ Days of Our Lives
P.S.- To the older woman who did “extensive research” on this family and refused to share any information with me when I asked: It’s okay. We all make mistakes. I’m sharing anyway. And I hope you find this one day and it contains new information that you didn’t know about. Feel free to take the information and add it to your stash. Sincerely, Lisa @ Days of Our Lives blog
I started this post a couple of years ago but never found the time to finish it.Laura’s birthday is today.She was born in 1887.I thought this might be the perfect time to go ahead and publish this part of her story.Laura is my maternal great grandmother- my granny Bates’ mom. I’ve written about her before on the Livejournal portion of my blog at http://happy-girl-24.livejournal.com/37741.html.
Laura Riter with her daughters including my granny on the far right.
Sometime around the 1930’s-1940’s Laura worked in Hiwasse, Benton County, Arkansas at a canning factory.She hulled strawberries and got them ready to process.She used this tool to do her job:
The engraving on the metal says, “Indepent/Marion, Ind./Supply Co.”.
That huller is still in the family and it’s a very unique kitchen tool.I’ve tried looking it up online and have never found an image of one like it.This tool was used to seed and cap the strawberries.
The Law and The Era
Shortly after the first known cannery was opened in Hiwasse in 1920, new legislation (Act #140) was enacted allowing canning factories to hire women and work them for more than 9 hours a day.The change in the law also provided for women to receive time and a half overtime and made provisions for fair pay and for redress for women who were doing “piece work”.Working the strawberries for the canning factory was considered piece work since the women were paid by the bucket for the work they did.(Fayetteville Daily Democrat, 13 June 1921).Within a year, newspapers were making a big deal about hiring women to work in the canning factories. There was such a shortage of workers for the canneries that they were eager to dip into their new supply of female workers. One newspaper article entitled, “Big Demand for Women at Canning Factories” stated, “men will not peel apples” and, “women are faster”. (Fayetteville Daily Democrat, 26 Aug 1922)
In the early 1920’s Laura was in her 30’s.In 1928 she lost her husband and had a house full of children to care for.She chose to work rather than marry again.It was in this climate, with the first world war safely behind us, laws having been changed to assist factories, and in the beginning years of the Great Depression and the Dust Bowl Era, that Laura went to work.
The Canneries: Her Potential Employers
I always thought (and was always told) that Laura worked for Allen Canning Company.Once I started researching, I began to question which company she worked for or whether she might have worked for multiple companies with Allen’s being the last she worked for.There were several canneries that operated in Hiwasse in the 1920’s through 1940’s: Gentry Marketing Association’s cannery which was later sold to Allen Canning and then later sold again and known as Hiwasse Canning, a different company operating as Hiwasse Canning (two separate canneries operated under the name Hiwasse Canning), and Appleby Brothers cannery.
Fayetteville Canning Company
In a 1919 edition of the Texas Trade Review and Industrial Record, I found one sentence stating that Fayetteville Canning Company had plans to establish a canning factory in Hiwasse, Arkansas.I was never able to establish whether they did, in fact, build a canning factory there.I’ve never seen any other mention of this anywhere so possibly this canning factory is the one mentioned in the next section or possibly it never came to fruition.
W. E. Cherry and Hiwasse Canning Factory
W. E. Cherry seems to have been the first known canner in Hiwasse.He started his factory about 1920 in Hiwasse.In addition to owning the canning factory, he was also the first (although temporary) Chairman of the Hiwasse Berry Growers’ Association, an organization which he helped organize.This fact leads me to believe that Mr. Cherry’s cannery probably canned strawberries, although I have no proof either way.Here is a 1921 article about the Hiwasse Canning factory owned by W. E. Cherry:
Since I couldn’t find much online, I decided to call Shiloh Museum and ask if there was anything they had that wasn’t included in the online exhibit that might be relevant to my blog post.I spoke with Ms. Rachel Whitaker, a Research Specialist at Shiloh Museum.She was so kind as to search their holdings and get back with me (the same day!). Ms. Whitaker found a listing for W. E. Cherry’s cannery in Hiwasse in The Hiwasse History Book. This book includes an ad showing that Mr. Cherry’s cannery handled blackberries, tomatoes, and green beans.
Appleby Brothers’ Canning
The Appleby Brothers had a cannery in Hiwasse also.(Fayetteville Daily Democrat, 10 Apr 1923).You can see an image of Appleby Brothers’ canning label at the Shiloh Museum website’s online exhibit in the “Canning Label Gallery” linked above.
I know for certain that Appleby canned strawberries because there is an ad in the 6 Apr 1940 edition of The Northwest Arkansas Times advertising for 300 people to cap strawberries.Strawberry canning season typically lasted from April to early June.In Brooks Blevins’ book Hill Folks, Mr. Blevins noted that the Appleby Brothers- George and Charles- also organized a “strawberry growers’ association” in the area.Although I found the 1940 ad for Appleby Brothers, in Rachel’s research, she found that Appleby Brothers’ properties were auctioned off as noted in the 10 August 1939 edition of the Northwest Arkansas Times newspaper.
In addition to the information listed above, Rachel also found that Appleby’s cannery in both the 1921 edition of the Marketing and Industrial Guide: Directory of Manufactures and the 1922 edition of the Canner’s Directory.Appleby’s was also mentioned in Brooks Blevins’ book Hill Folks.
Gentry Marketing Association’s Cannery
Gentry Marketing Association was created by and for the local farmers who supplied produce to the canneries.It was a surprisingly strong and united group.The farmers took care of one another, advocated for fair prices for produce, staved off outside big businesses who were coming in and trying to take away profits and produce from the farmers and canneries, and successfully marketed the produce and products of Benton County, Arkansas.
The association owned its own canneries and one of those canneries was in Hiwasse.If the cannery had a name, I’ve never found it.This plant was sold off a couple of times in the latter half of the 1940’s.In 1946 it was sold by the Gentry Marketing Association presumably to Allen Canning (then called Allen & Son of Siloam Springs).
When Allen Canning was still in business in Siloam Springs, Arkansas they had a large Popeye statue that stood outside their office. Here is my brother standing with the Popeye statue:
In 1948 Allen Canning sold the plant to Frank Brandhuber and Hill Diven and it was called Hiwasse Canning.My mom says that my grandparents (her parents- the BATES’) and great-grandmother (her maternal grandmother- Laura BULLOCK RITER) always referred to working for Allen Canning.A few years ago before Allen Canning sold out to Sager Creek (who then sold out to Del Monte), my mom called them and asked if they had any photos or historical materials pertaining to the canning factory in Hiwasse and the people who worked there.They did not have anything.She says they referred to the Hiwasse factory by name and she thought they said they bought the canning factory from Appleby Brothers.So perhaps Allen Canning had two different stints in Hiwasse.I’m not sure.I could go to Benton County Courthouse and try to look up deeds but that would delay publishing this blog post and who knows when I’ll get a chance to go there.I’ll leave that task for another day and another blog post.For now, I’m going to publish what I have.Perhaps it is meant for someone else to find those records.
It isn’t surprising that a member of the Diven family purchased the factory from Allen Canning.Members of the Diven family were heavily involved in various canning companies in Benton County, Arkansas during this time period.(Joplin Globe, 28 July 1929)They even took their business into Texas and had canning factories there.Unfortunately, not much is known about Brandhuber and Diven’s Hiwasse Canning company- or at least not that I could find in my research. Ms. Whitaker at Shiloh Museum was unable to find any information about Hiwasse Canning either.I can only assume that since Brandhuber and Diven called their factory Hiwasse Canning that by this time, Mr. Cherry’s Hiwasse Canning factory had already closed.
I want to be sure you understand what kind of conditions Laura worked in at the canning factories.Here is a link to an audio clip from Shiloh Museum’s online exhibit talking about the oppressive heat and how you couldn’t get away from it when working in the cannery.There was no air condition.
Whenever you think you have it bad at work, just think about Laura in the heat and humidity of an Ozark summer working in a canning factory that produced more heat on top of the already oppressive heat and humidity outside.I really encourage you to listen to some of the audio clips the museum has online to get a feel for the conditions Laura worked in.Just as a reminder, you can find those audio clips here http://www.shilohmuseum.org/exhibits/canning-listen.php.
There were other mentions of Hiwasse-based canning factories in newspapers of the 1920’s to 1940’s era but most of the time the Hiwasse plants were not named or identified in any way so it’s hard to say if there were more than the factories mentioned above in Hiwasse.
I made a trip to Hiwasse with my mom on June 23rd– just this week- in search of the location of the old canning factories.Mom suspected they were on Main Street.At the intersection of Old Main and Highway 72 were two very old buildings.One was a former gas station.The other building turned out to be the old Banks grocery store.
Virgil Banks Store ad for 1947 canning season. Newspapers.com clipping from The Journal-Advance newspaper out of Gentry, Arkansas, 20 February 1947.
The old Virgil Banks grocery store on 23 June 2017 in Hiwasse, Arkansas.
I began at the Hiwasse post office and asked if the woman working the counter knew where the canning factories had been located when they were still standing.She said she wasn’t from the area and couldn’t help me but she directed me to the Holloway family at the corner convenience store in town.Mom and I (and two of my grandsons who were with me that day) headed down the highway to the Hiwasse convenience store.The owner was very busy taking lunch orders so the girl at the counter directed me to an elderly gentleman sitting at one of the tables.I introduced myself to him and told him what I was looking for.He said his name (I think- it was loud and hard to hear) was James Adams.He said he’d only been in Hiwasse for about 15 years and couldn’t really help me but said I should go back down the street to the lawnmower shop and ask the people there.They would know, he said.I thanked him and left.We headed West again on Highway 72 back to the small engine shop in town.There, the lady at the counter directed me to a small office to talk to Jan.Jan was wonderful.She loves history and was more than happy to share with me what she knew.She said she moved to the Hiwasse area from South Dakota about 40 years ago.This is home for her now and she would never leave.She loves it here.She said there used to be a lot of old-timers here who told her all the history of the place but they were all gone now.She said when she first moved here, the canning factory buildings- there were 2- were still standing but they’re gone now.She gave me specific directions and told me what to look for to know I was in the right spot.Mom and I headed West again on Highway 72- maybe a block or so and turned South onto Sandusky Road- a little dirt lane that was barely noticeable.
As we were leaving the canning factory site I took a photo of the Sandusky Road sign. From the highway heading West it was completely covered by the tree. We guessed at where the canning factories had stood.As we were making a second pass down the dirt lane I noticed an older man sitting in his truck in front of a mobile home.Being from the country, I knew better than to pass him by.He’d be wanting to know what we were doing and what we were looking for.Things would go better if I stopped and introduced myself.Besides, I might get more information.So I stopped and introduced myself and told the gentleman what we were looking for.His name was Mr. Gallion and as it turns out, he is only a few years older than my mom.He knew of my mom’s family- the BATES’- and she was familiar with his family name as well.We talked for a while.He told me all that was left of the canning factories was one cement pad and the well house.These two things stand behind the yellow house about the distance of 1 and ½ city blocks south of Highway 72, on the West side of the road just past the big storage buildings (the storage buildings are on the East side of the road).I didn’t get a photo because there isn’t anything you could see except the yellow house and I didn’t want to take a photo of someone’s home and put it up on the blog.He told me that the Easley sisters- two elderly, unmarried women had lived in the mobile home we were all sitting in front of.Hattie Easley had been the Postmaster of Hiwasse back in the day and her sister Esther (?) Easley had been the teacher at the one-room school- Banks School House.
Thank-You’s and Closing Thoughts
Before I close, I want to thank my mom who almost always gives me the basics of the stories I tell about her family.Thanks to Rachel Whitaker at Shiloh Museum for assisting me with research in Shiloh’s collection.Thanks to Hiwasse residents who either helped me or referred me on to someone else who could help me: the lady at the Hiwasse Post Office whose name I did not get, James (?) Adams whom I spoke with at the Hiwasse convenience store while he was having coffee.The lady at the small engine repair shop who led me to Jan- another lady at the small engine shop who knew how to find the old canning factory sites and who shares a love of local history with me.And lastly, thank you to Mr. Gallion who took time out from eating his lunch to chat with us about the canning factories and the old families and places of Hiwasse.
Mr. Gallion talked of the old hotel that has since been torn down and of many of the other wonderful things about Hiwasse that were gone now.He lamented that newcomers just consider themselves part of the town of Gravette now.Only the old-timers still call this place Hiwasse.I guess that makes me an old-timer.My Papa BATES was born in Hiwasse so I grew up hearing stories about this place.To me, this will always be Hiwasse.I commented to mom that the day is coming when I’ll go to a place and ask about the old places, old families, and old times and no one will remember.That’s one thing that keeps me writing about these old places and people from times gone by.They’ll live on as long as someone remembers.
So always remember- and always tell your stories…even if you think no one is listening.
Until next time,
Lisa @ Days of Our Lives
P. S.- There is still work to be done in regard to this topic if anyone is interested in taking up the research.University of Arkansas Library Special Collections has records of some of the local canning companies that I’ve never looked at.I’m wondering if the David and Barbara Pryor Centerin Fayetteville, Arkansas contains any collections that would be informative to us about this topic.There are two Hiwasse history books that I hear would be beneficial to my research.Shiloh Museum has records that are not included in their online exhibit that I’d still like to see even if none specifically mention Hiwasse.Also, a visit to the Benton County Clerk’s office to look at land records would help shed light on which companies owned land in Hiwasse and when.There is so much research to do and I won’t live long enough to do it.Feel free to help me!
Social media is a double-edged sword.I think we could all agree on that, right?I belong to several genealogy-related Facebook groups.When set in front of a keyboard, people can become pretty mean.I confess, that “mean girl” has been me on a night when I’m tired and maybe I should have gone to bed instead of logged on or I’ve had a really rough day and it all comes tumbling out in words after someone says something I don’t agree with online.I regret those times.Tonight in one of my Facebook groups a woman posted that she was angry that someone had “stolen” the family photographs she had put on her Ancestry tree.This is not an uncommon sentiment.Others were angry that someone had stolen their entire tree or taken copies of their research and offered none in return.
So, now my confession.I was that person once.My cousin Rick and his daughter had asked me for all my research.It just hit me wrong that day and also I was thinking of all the boxes and boxes of stuff I would have to copy to give him “all” of it.I’m not making excuses for myself.I should have said yes but instead I said no.Life is not lived without some regrets, no matter how hard we try.There have been many times I chastised myself and meant to at least mail him what I could find on that particular day but life happens and I never sent that package to him.That’s on me.
Rick and Stephanie Drake above. I couldn’t find the charger for my old computer that has all my years and years of digital photos so I “stole” one of Rick’s. I hope he’ll forgive me…again. But if he wants it removed, it’ll be gone in a heartbeat.
After I recovered from whatever bad day I was having that day, I thought about it and changed my stance.That’s how you ended up with this blog with all these stories.I didn’t give him what he asked for and I couldn’t make up for that so I decided to give him – to give all of you – something better.Something that would stick around long-term for my daughter and grandchildren too if they were ever to become interested.I decided to give you the stories that go with the documents and research.Those stories seemed so easily lost and I love to tell stories.Besides, Rick’s wife, Stephanie, had already started an Ancestry tree so she would have access to much of what I already had without me copying and sending it so the blog was the answer for me.This blog – each and every post – is, in some small way, penance for an ungrateful stance I took on one day of my life to someone I should have been gracious to.Each and every post is also a gift- to people I know and people I will never know.So many people shared their information with me for me to get where I am today with the family history.Passing that on is the only right thing to do.
So, back to the woman who posted that she was angry.She happened to share that post on a group that was created for sharing genealogy research and skills with each other. A group who’s skills she had used before- with a document that had been given to her by someone else. Oh, the irony!She got hit pretty hard in the comments section.I hope that one day she picks herself up, dusts herself off, and realizes that sharing has so many benefits- not the least of which is that it keeps your research alive for future generations.Why am I spending all these years researching if not to share it and keep it alive?Back when Rick first asked me to share, I intended to write a book.That was one thought going through my mind in addition to the others.About a year ago my daughter looked at me and said, “You’re never going to write that book, are you mom?You’re just going to blog forever.”And it hit me.This blog?This blog IS my book.Written in increments of time that I have available to me.Written with the greater purpose in mind of encouraging (and sometimes warning) the generations that will come along after me (and even the ones that are living life alongside me right now).Written in an ancient spirit of sharing and bettering the world.(And I do hope that somehow I’m bettering the world.At least, I’m bettering myself by sharing.)
So there you have my confession.I’ve been her- “the lady that refused to share”.My husband’s Uncle Bob was one of the ones who gave me “the talk” about sharing and why we do what we do.I’m glad he did.I hope Karma is merciful when it comes back around to me. And I’m glad I’m not “that person” anymore. Family – I love you guys.Think carefully about the decisions you make.And if someone cares about you enough to have “the talk” with you (about anything) – listen!! Listening is free. I’m going to leave you with the Bible verse I’ve chosen for this year’s Cousin Camp for my grandsons, take it to heart.
“Therefore encourage one another and build one another up, just as you are doing.” 1 Thessalonians 5:11