Here is another update in the long goal to load all my photos up onto the blog. I have loaded my maximum for the month of May already but am happy to report I am about 90% done. Then I can spend time writing and commenting about other things rather than the latest updates in photos.
My last update relating to photos dealt with the Nuffer family. My ancestor from the Nuffer family married a Wanner introducing a new name for the line. Here is the information on the Wanner family.
It is a sad note that four of my great grandmother’s siblings all lived to be adults but died for a variety of reasons. Two from flu, one from blood poisoning, one as a missionary in New Zealand.
John George Wanner (Johann Georg Wanner)
18 Oct 1845 – Holzgerlingen, Boblingen, Wurttemberg
16 Feb 1922 – Logan, Cache, Utah
6 Jun 1870 – Holgerlingen, Boblingen, Wurttemberg
Anna Maria Schmid
21 Jan 1849 – Holzgerlingen, Boblingen, Wurttemberg
9 Dec 1929 – Logan, Cache, Utah
John George Wanner (Jr)
29 Oct 1870 – Holzgerlingen
5 Jan 1947 – Chicago, Cook, Illinois
Christina Wanner (married Charles August Nuffer)
30 Mar 1872 – Holzgerlingen
10 Aug 1940 – Preston, Franklin, Idaho
Maria Magdalena Wanner (married William Addison Wagstaff)(More information at this link: Wagstaff Family)
12 Sep 1873 – Gruenkraut, Boblingen, Wurttemberg
23 Oct 1952 – Ogden, Weber, Utah
23 Jun 1875 – Gruenkraut
5 Nov 1875 – Unknown
Johannas Frederick Wanner
28 Jul 1876 – Gruenkraut
12 Nov 1878 – Unknown
Luise Sophia Wanner (married Jeffery Marcelin Bodrero)
30 Mar 1879 – Gruencraut
1 Feb 1967 – Logan, Cache, Utah
Jacob Frederick Wanner (married Mary Elizabeth Carter and Eva Christensen)
14 Jan 1881 – Gruenkraut
25 Aug 1955 – Preston
Pauline Wanner (married William Henery Crossley)
1 Apr 1884 – Gruenkraut
10 Dec 1921 – Ogden
Gottlop Wanner (married Rebecca Hicks and Grace Elizabeth Stewart)
18 Jun 1886 – Gruenkraut
25 Mar 1952 – Inkom, Bannock, Idaho
Wilhelmina Wanner (married Moses Bodrero, brother to Jefferey above)
12 Sep 1887 – Gruenkraut
4 Mar 1991 – Logan (103 ½!)
John George Wanner
29 Oct 1870 – Holzgerlingen
5 Jan 1947 – Chicago, Cook, Illinois
14 Nov 1894 – Logan, Cache, Utah (divorced or did she die?)
3 Dec 1876 – Mansfield, Nottinghamshire, England
Unknown death date
Earl Wayne Wanner
31 Oct 1895 – Providence, Cache, Utah
29 Jul 1962 – Unknown
George Phineas Wanner
1897 – Somewhere in Present Franklin County
Unknown Death location or life.
31 Aug 1898 – Logan, Cache, Utah (divorced)
Regina Friederike Nuffer
26 Jan 1869 – Neuffen, Esslingen, Wurttemberg
10 Mar 1942 – Preston, Franklin, Idaho
William Cristoph Wanner
9 Nov 1899 – Mapleton, Franklin, Idaho
1 Dec 1918 – Camp Genicart, Gironde, France (Influenza)
Willard John Wanner (married Gladys Laverna Thompson)
9 Nov 1899 – Mapleton, Franklin, Idaho
19 Oct 1979 – Preston, Franklin, Idaho
Mary Louise Wanner (married William Fredrick Andra, my great grandfather)
5 Mar 1901 – Mapleton, Franklin, Idaho
11 Aug 1991 – Preston, Franklin, Idaho
4 Sep 1902 – Mapleton, Franklin, Idaho
26 Nov 1918 – Salt Lake City, Salt Lake, Utah (Influenza)
Eva Virtue Wanner (married Adolf Ernest Spatig)
24 Feb 1904 – Mapleton, Franklin, Idaho
12 Aug 1968 – Preston, Franklin, Idaho
6 Nov 1905 – Mapleton, Franklin, Idaho
26 Feb 1924 – Logan, Cache, Utah (blood poisoning from razor cut)
Serge Nuffer Wanner
8 Mar 1908 – Preston, Franklin, Idaho
5 Oct 1929 – New Zealand (killed as a missionary for LDS)
5 May 1921 – Fort Myers, Lee, Florida(divorced)
Annie Janes Metts
29 Aug 1873 – St Augustine, St Johns, Florida
4 Jan 1961 – Unknown
3 Jun 1942 – Salt Lake City, Salt Lake, Utah
Grace Irene Frasure
5 Jul 1893 – Evansville, Rock, Wisconsin
Mar 1980 – Salt Lake City, Salt Lake, Utah
For those who did not notice, I added a couple of new albums. So now I will take an opportunity to explain the Nuffer family.
My mother’s mother’s mother’s mother’s maiden name was Nuffer. That is how I tie in. There are alternate spellings. The other main spelling is Neuffer, which some of the family has changed it back to (despite the family changing it to Nuffer, even the German line). My 3rd Great Grandfather was married 4 different times. So here we go.
John Christoph Nuffer
6 Mar 1835 – Neuffen, Esslingen, Wurttemberg
12 Apr 1908 – Preston, Franklin, Idaho
13 May 1862 – Neuffen
1. Agnes Barbara Spring
26 Nov 1841 – Neuffen
29 Jan 1867 – Neuffen
4 Dec 1862 – Neuffen
4 Jun 1946 – Preston
George Friedrich Nuffer
20 Jan 1864 – Neuffen
31 Mar 1952 – Saratoga, Santa Clara, California
18 Aug 1865 – Neuffen
8 Jun 1866 – Unknown
25 Jul 1867 – Neuffen
2. Eva Katharina Greiner (my 3rd Great Grandmother)
26 Feb 1835 – Dettingen, Schwarzwaldkreis, Wurttemberg
26 Feb 1893 – Mapleton, Franklin, Idaho (then Oneida Co)
Regina Friederike Nuffer (my 2nd Great Grandmother)
26 Jan 1869 – Neuffen
10 Mar 1942 – Preston
Charles August Nuffer (He interestingly married the sister to my 2nd Great Grandfather, John George Wanner)
18 Jun 1871 – Neuffen
17 Jul 1952 – Preston
14 Apr 1875 – Neuffen
21 Sep 1955 – Salt Lake City, Salt Lake, Utah
11 Oct 1881 – Providence, Cache, Utah
5 Oct 1900 – Mapleton, Franklin, Idaho
28 Sep 1893 – Logan, Cache, Utah
3. Anna Elizabeth Reber
17 May 1855 – Aezruti, Schangnau, Bern, Switzerland
1 Dec 1901 – Logan, Cache, Utah
She was married before with children
19 Mar 1902 – Logan, Cache, Utah
4. Maria Anna Alker
12 Aug 1847 – Worms, Rhineland, Hesse
23 Jul 1926 – Logan, Cache, Utah
Regina Friederike Nuffer married John George Wanner in 1898. But before that, she was married to Jacob Scheibel in 1889. He was from Kolb, Saratov, Russia. He ran off and we don’t know what ever became of him. They did have a child named Alma Katherine Scheibel who would go on to marry Charles Daniel Naef and have 11 children together. She lived in Downey, Bannock, Idaho raised her family there and is buried there.
Here is the information on the Andra family. This is the family of whose information I have uploaded.
Previously I had loaded the Knauke family album. This will be an extension of that family.
Friedrich Theodor Andra
3 Jan 1867 – Rosswein, Dobeln, Saxony
23 Nov 1902 – Meissen, Dresden, Saxony
9 Sep 1892 – Radebuel, Dresden, Saxony
Christiana Wilhelmina Knauke
24 Oct 1869 – Radebuel, Dresden, Saxony
25 Dec 1957 – Salt Lake City, Salt Lake, Utah
Frieda Minna Andra (1893 – 1978)
Walter Theodor Andra (1896 – 1967)
William Fredrick Andra (1898 – 1990)
Clara Anna Andra (1899 – 1989)
Otto Carl Andra (1902 – 1982)
Frieda Andra married 4 times;
George Edward Greaves
Wilhelm Henrich Lehmitz
Leonhard Michael Wendel
These were her children;
George Andra Greaves
Walter Taylor Greaves
Elizabeth Frieda Greaves
Marion Minna Greaves
Ada Helen Greaves
Hazel Marie Lehmitz
Walter Andra was married 5 times;
Julie Emilie Auguste Emma Blanke
Ruby Elvine Struve
Cleo Roseline Busk
These were his children;
Loraine Emilie Andra (Julie’s, went by Edwards)
Minnie Yvonne Andra (Ruby’s)
Theodore Andra (Cleo’s)
LaRoy Walter Andra (Cleo’s)
Robert Andra (Cleo’s)
Linda Cleo Andra (Cleo’s)
Patricia Esther Andra (Cleo’s)
Clara Andra was married to:
Emile Heinrich Adolf Blanke
These were their children:
Clara Ruth Blanke
Leroy E Blanke
Arnold August Blanke
Otto was married twice:
Rebecca Amelia Christensen
These were his children:
Rebecca Ila Andra (Rebecca’s)
Otto Carl Andra (Rebecca’s)
Elizabeth Andra (Elizabeth’s)
Iona Andra (Elizabeth’s)
Carl Otto Andra (Elizabeth’s)
Albert Andra (Elizabeth’s)
Carol Andra (Elizabeth’s)
Virginia Andra (Elizabeth’s)
William Fredrich Andra (Sr)
11 Feb 1898 – Meissen, Dresden, Saxony
13 Mar 1990 – Preston, Franklin, Idaho
10 Mar 1920 – Salt Lake City, Salt Lake, Utah
Mary Louise Wanner
5 Mar 1901 – Mapleton, Franklin, Idaho
11 Aug 1991 – Preston, Franklin, Idaho
William Fredrick Andra (1920 – 1992)
June Andra (1923 – 1999)
Mildred Andra (1925 – 2008)
Golden Rulon Andra (1926 – 2004))
Colleen Mary Andra (1928 – 1999)
Sergene Andra (1932 – 2013)
Donald Wanner Andra (1933 – Present)
Robert Lee Andra (1934 – 1934)
Ross Leslie Andra (1936 – Present)
Dale Andra (1940 – Present)
Dennis Willard Andra (1942 – 1945)
Larry Eugene Andra (1943 – Present)
I thought another entry would be in order. A few notes of interest first.
Tonight I again played Dr. Abbott in Squash. Do you know how humbling it is to be whooped by a 60 year old man in Squash every week? He is an orthodontic professor at the Dental School Amanda attends. Anyhow, it is not all bleak. I beat him 2 of 6 tonight, and 2 of 6 last week. One of the games tonight was a complete shutout. He did not make a single point! Yeah, I am getting my game back. It just doesn’t seem very impressive against a 60 year old!
For the family history plug, I have two miniature miracles to give. Family history is one of those things that just keeps on giving.
I received an e-mail from a Juan Jose Breuer Moreno in Buenos Aires suburbia. Instantly the Breuer name in his name had my interest piqued. Well, he was sending me an e-mail about family history. Come to find out, we are exactly 6th cousins.
Going back far enough, I had a set of great something grandparents whose last name was Breuer. We are talking they were married in Kirchheim, Prussia on the 22 Jul 1777. Their daughter, Anna Catharina Breuer would marry a Wilhelm Jonas. A name that would come down through the years to be my mother’s maiden name.
Anna Catharina Breuer had a half brother named Carl. That is Juan’s ancestor. So I have officially opened communications with a relative who lives in Argentina. Who would have ever thought I had ties to Argentina by blood? I look forward to learning more about the family. I do recognize that he lives in an area called San Isidro, which is a very affluent area. It is also an area with heavy ties to the government there. It will be interesting to learn of their history and if perchance it ties to the history of Argentina.
He tells me he has a full time genealogist working for him. I wish I could afford someone to help out in the old East Germany! Luckily this line comes from Rheinland which does make it somewhat easier, besides the language barrier. At any rate, just what I have seen so far, this genealogist is very thorough and appears to have ALL the information one could want in relation to dates and places for important events. I am especially interesting in learning what he has for the ancestors of the Breuer line, for what I have only goes one more generation (to1720). Hopefully he has opened up a whole load more.
For another little miracle. I received an e-mail from a lady who was inquiring about Sarah Amelia Donaldson from Ontario Province, Canada. I always knew my Donaldson’s came to Utah via Ontario Province and Ireland. So I looked into my records to find I did have a Sarah Amelia Donaldson.
I responded to her e-mail but alas, it was not the same one. It is not uncommon to get e-mails that end up not taking you anywhere.
Oddly, a few days later, she e-mailed me back and said she had the strangest story (I don’t know the details, so I am assuming quite a bit here). That she had told her mother that I have a different Sarah Amelia Donaldson. Her mother made the comment that she had some records on that Sarah.
Her mother went and dug out a packet of papers. At some point in the past, a lady knocked on the door with this packet. She knew that her mother was related to the Donaldson family and left the packet with her. For what reason, I am not sure. She didn’t know what to do with it, it was any relative of hers so she stuck it away.
Here I come with a different Sarah Amelia, and this lady offers to scan all the pages and e-mail them to me. I can tell you that I have received over 100 e-mails of scanned documents on my Donaldson family. Granted one brother many years ago moved to Northern Utah and started my line. But as far as I can tell, all the rest remained in Frontenac Township of Ontario Province. She sent me scores of documents providing children, families, and information on families I had not traced too much. (It is a line I have wanted to pursue, but have not). She gave me information that traced this line of the Donaldson family across Canada to British Columbia, Alberta, Manitoba, and Saskatchewan. These are lines that would have been difficult to establish noticing how much they moved about. One line even goes to the Seattle area.
Well, I have made it through about half of the e-mails. I have to admit, I am a bit tired of opening e-mails and inserting the information, but what a treasure of information. Some of the family group sheets are very complete with all the dates. Others just have names, and I will have to hunt down more on them at some other time.
But I am grateful to have added a good score of family to the file. There is plenty more to go. I am sure of that. Just information I need to round out what she gave me would keep me occupied for a good while.
Well, there is a bit of an update. Life continues interesting.
There is not a whole lot to report on at the present. We enjoyed a Thanksgiving here in blessed Virginia.
Amanda and I drove to Massanutten, a resort up in the hills. We went up to spend Thanksgiving with Amanda’s Uncle and Aunt. It turned out to be an interesting day. I enjoyed the drive up to the area. Gordonsville was the highlight of the day, the town having a personality completely its own. A rare thing it seems these days.
Massanutten wasn’t anything to boast about. They do have a very large indoor water park. Other than that, it was just a bunch of condos in the middle of the mountains. Don’t get me wrong, the mountains were beautiful. How much more beautiful without the “hello, here I am” presence of the resort?
Amanda and I have determined we will never go out to enjoy our Thanksgiving meal again. It seems to undermine what the day is about. Who would have ever thought it was Thanksgiving. Where was any resemblance of Thanksgiving, other than a commercial version of the foods associated with the date?
We went back and pretty much watched the TV for the rest of the day. Driving home, we were relieved to leave the situation which seemed lacking so much.
Hopefully, I can pay some homage to the day here even though the day did not provide much.
This week, I discovered I am the posterity of individuals who lived at Jamestown. Yes, next years celebration of 400 years in America, honored even by the Queen, is directly relevant to me. Not just through this nation, but through my ancestors who lived there. The Clark (or Clarke) family, the Summers, Lumpkin, and Thompson groups I am all related to. There is a possibility my Clark’s even come from the famous John Clark, who was the Master’s Mate on the Mayflower. He had been to Jamestown before, imprisoned in Spain, made the trip of the Mayflower, and eventually made his way back to live in Jamestown. He died not too much afterwards. I am also a descendent of the Graham Clan who settled parts of Virginia, West Virginia, and Kentucky. They extended into Missouri, Indiana, Iowa, and Ohio as well. I am an American very deep in some roots. One of those Grahams was a personal friend of George Washington, and convinced him to help endow a new school he had founded. Yep, a Graham founded Washington and Lee. My history includes three future presidents, universities, and other numerous recorded aids to society.
My roots expand the ocean many times. My roots run to Wales, Ireland, Scotland, and England. My ancestors were in the court of rulers; my ancestors even ruled parts of the Roman Empire. My ancestors come from Sweden, Norway, and the largest number from Germany. I have family who can be traced into Russia, Australia, and a score of other nations. The foundations I have been given are broad and inclusive. I am so very fortunate. Each of us have a history which began long before we were born.
Those blessings extend beyond my family. This nation, which has its hopes in liberty and freedom are one of the greatest blessings to me. I am very fortunate. It may be a weakness in many ways, but is a great boon in many more ways. I pray for the principles upon which it is founded to continue to go to the whole earth. I pray that those principles would be grasped by other nations and be implemented into their states. I pray our nation might return to the principles of truth and freedom for which it is founded.
I remember the lives of those who were given for this freedom I enjoy and others do not. Two of my Great Grandfather’s were gassed in WWI and both lived to tell the tale. Both met painful and difficult deaths due to it. One grandfather has purple hearts to show for his wounds and success in WWII. The other grandfather tried to enroll, but due to health issues was not allowed to be a part.
I pray for the soldiers of freedom everywhere. I care not what nation they represent, as long as they are there for liberty, freedom, and truth. I pray God will bless those who represent those hopes and ideals. That those who do not represent those ideals, or those they represent, will be thwarted in their designs.
It is with gratitude I offer my thanks to He who makes death not a fear. I thank and give adoration to the Savior of all mankind, even Christ that we might all live again. That despite wickedness and fear, we have nothing to fear but sin. I express my deepest thanks for the restoration of His church back on the earth and the miracles which abound about us. The gathering of lost nations, the restoration of Israel, the building up of the kingdom in preparation for the king whose right it is to rule. My deepest sympathies are with the restoration and furthering of eternal purposes upon the earth. My greatest joys and delight come from this impressive, yet almost unrecognizable effort happening in our midst.
I am pleased to have been born at this time of such great blessing. It is with a certain hope I see the future, despite all which is prophesied to come upon us. So much pain that the Saints will barely escape with their lives. We have seen little or nothing of what is to come. Nations will rise up against nations and desolation shall abound on all the earth. Those of the order of God have not need to fear though. This I am grateful for. For the Priesthood which shall protect those within the covert from the storm, for the Resurrection that those who will be lost; both for their own sins and for a more full judgment upon the wicked.
Most close to home I thank for those who are dearest to me. I am thankful for those who so deeply touch the deepest parts of my soul. Many who are now separated from me by death, but that too shall not be for long. My dearest wife, and all her splendor for which I am a blessed soul. My parents who fought and struggled so hard for my upbringing and their abiding love for me.
There is a whole multitude of souls I could reference for their influence in my life. The more I learn and contemplate, the more I realize how intricately every soul is linked to one another. Even years later we remember the influence of another. There are influences from childhood, influences from events far away, and even influence from beyond the grave.
My heart is full. I am thankful for all things.
to. The tank of petrol in the car has already lasted over a week. The miles on the car don’t even seem to be adding. I love my job. I love what I am doing. I have a corner office. I am now promoted as of today. Life is looking pretty darn good to me. Now if I can just get hired on full time….Another highlight about all of this is that I have time for more personal things. The Lord has poured a veritable landslide on me in regards to family history. The past week alone has kept me swamped in trying to keep up with family history. The Sharp door has opened and fully unleashed some of its storehouse. I stumbled on the first pictures I have ever seen of my Great Grandparents, John William Ross (Jack) and his wife Ethel Sharp. I found links, contacts, even spoke with members of the family who personally knew them. Photos have come from left and right. On top of it all, I received about 50 documents, all original, of correspondence on the Andra/Wanner/Schneider line from Germany. They are all in the German so I have to find a translator, but I have not even started that pile.
The time has been wonderful. It is like the old story of the treasure hunter who was introduced to the cave of mountains of treasure. It all laid before him, and yet there was one clause to the entry. I could only take one thing. That is how I feel. Every moment of every day, there is only
one thing I can do, and i might never have the opportunity again. Great Aunt June to interview. I arranged for Dad and Grandpa to go down to
Victorville, California to visit with her. Grandpa has not seen his own sister for over 50 years. Her daughter is going to start interviewing her for me. She asked me to give her a list of questions I want asked. She should have asked for the host of questions I want to ask.
I finally have time to finish typing up my Great Grandmother’s journals (on my mother’s line) I have typed up another 3 months of her 1962, which has been very interesting. From earthquakes in Richmond and Salt Lake City to my mother losing her finger at Dr. Gibbons office in Lewiston, Utah. These journals are more valuable just to me than I could ever have imagined. Never would I have thought my family would have played so central to some of the stories that are unfolding.
Despite all that I am learning through what is being heaped upon me in family history is the rest of the time I have for personal things. I can
run two or three times a week if I choose. I don’t have the motivation up there just yet, but it is coming. But my passion, my favorite, the
opportunity to read.
I read Borah by McKenna about Senator William Edgar Borah. Who now ranks as my all time favorite politican of all time. Wheeler ranked up there, but there is something akin to godliness in Borah. Which is attested of what happened at his death. They held a funeral for him in the Senate Chamber, but nobody spoke. President Roosevelt opened the solemn assembly, and closed it. Nobody spoke because they believed there was nothing to say. This man had lived it. He was known to all, the whole country over. Europe, Germany, and Russia even paid their respects despite what was happening. He had a whole train dedicated and given to take him home to Idaho. He laid in state in Idaho and the stories of that. I wept at the end. It was as if my own friend had died. What a powerful man.
This week I also read Morris K Udall’s book, Too Funny to be President. Another great book. Another good man. It was interesting to read of him.
He reminded me so much of Cecil Andrus, and then when he talked of Andrus, I was honoured. The book was not so much about Udall as I would have liked, but I sure enjoyed the read. One of my favorites, “If Abraham Lincoln was alive today, he would be turning in his grave.”
I also read Mafia to Mormon today. That was a very interesting read. Not talking of great literature here, but I am glad I read it. The editor should be fired, but I enjoyed it.
So it is. I feel like I have a life that has been given to me. What is even better, I am making more money than slaving those long hours. Who could ask for more. What will life bring next?
Time to close for the night.