I had to share this picture. I saw it in a restroom in Hansen, Twin Falls, Idaho. Enjoy!
I recently drove from Mountain Home, Elmore, Idaho to Fairfield, Camas, Idaho. Along the route, I stopped at the old Rattlesnake Station location off Highway 20. Rattlesnake Station was on the Overland Stage Line in Idaho. After the Oregon Short Line railroad came through the valley the Post Office was dragged down the hill to be closer to the railroad. The Post Office was later renamed to Mountain Home. But this pictures gives a glimpse of how barren the landscape is in the area (look beyond the highway).
This is the biography of John Christoph Nuffer written by Alma Katherine (Kate) Scheibel Naef, granddaughter of John Christoph Nuffer. Kate’s parents are Jacob Schiebel and Regina Friederike Nuffer. I will type it exactly as it is found in the book, “We of Johann Christoph Nuffer, also known as: Neuffer, Nufer, Neufer,” The book was published in April 1990 by Dabco Printing and Binding Co in Roy, Utah.
When grandfather Nuffer was still in Germany, he was a dress goods weaver, did truck gardening, and also had a grave vineyard.
At that time his family consisted of my grandmother, Eva Katherina Griner Nuffer, his second wife, my mother, Frederika (Regina), her two brothers Charles August and Adolph, and two sons, Fred and John, from his first wife, Agnas Barbara Spring Nuffer, who died in Germany.
Their home was on Main Street and was made of lumber and rock.
They belonged to the Germany Lutheren Church, and were visited by mormon missionaries who came from America to preach the Gospel to them. This made their hearts rejoice and in 1879 they were converted to the mormon church or Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints. Elder John Theurer of Providence, Utah, U.S.A. was the Elder that preached the gospel to them and later baptized them.
At the time there was a canal or mill race that ran close to the back row of houses. They had planned to do the baptizing at night so they would ot cause any disturbance around the neighborhood.
At the time there was a family who had an upstairs in their house and they watched through the upstairs window and saw grandfathers family go out the back way into the canal. As soon as this family saw them, they rumored it around the neighborhood, and before morning the whole neighborhood knew that the Nuffer family had been baptized into the mormon church and of course, persecusion started.
After having been baptized, they had the desire to come to America, the promised land, to be with the main body of Saints.
My grandmother, Eva Katherina Griner Nuffer, was a woman of great faith as I have heard my mother and Uncle John Nuffer speak of many times. Uncle Fred said in his history that she was a good woman as well as a good mother.
They left Germany in 1880. While coming across the ocean, the children had the measles so it was not a very pleasant journey.
They arrived in Providence, Utah about 15, May, 1880 where they lived for three years. It was while here that Mary (Maria) was born.
Grandfather and family left Providence and moved to Mapleton or Cub River, which at that time was called St. Joseph. At the time they put the Post Office in, there was already a St. Joseph in Idaho, so they had to give it a new name. They named it Mapleton and it could well be called such for it was in the mist of so many beautiful maples. The hills and canyons were loaded with these maples.
The Nuffer ranch or homestead was located on the north-west of Mapleton which the Lord had well provided for the pioneers with black, furtile soil.
Grandfather’s farm was cut in half by the main traveled road.
On the east side was the land where his homes, stables, and orchards were located.
The orchard was on a hill side a little north-west of the second house. The orchard contained applies, different kinds of plums and prunes, cherries, pears, peaches, grapes, strawberries, raspberries, gooseberries, and currents.
On the side there were also many shade trees which furnished shade in the summer months for the buildings. Some of those trees are still standing and are about 80 years old or more.
On the west side of the road was a meadow. A creek ran through this area. The creek was loaded with bushes and willows which were used in making the fence which surrounded the homestead. Uncle Charles August ad Adolph helped Grandfather make these fences. Also they would help Grandfather with his farming.
Also on both sides of the creek grew Timothy and Red Top which Grandfather used for hay.
On a steep hill side to the west of this hay was a grove of Quaken-asp trees which were used for making fence posts.
To the south of this meadow land was a pasture. Besides being covered with short meadow grass, it had many wild violets and Johnny Jumpups.
The many colors of violets resembled a beautifully spread carpet.
This farm from one end to the other was a beautiful place, but, as time went on the hand of man destroyed this beauty.
The first winter they lived in an unfinished log house. The floor joist was in the floor, but winter came before they could get the lumber to finish it. This was a very uncomfortable winter, and they were snowed in many months at a time and could not get to town for supplies, so they had to live on what they raised on the farm.
Many times when sugar was not available, Grandmother would roast sugar beets in the oven and squeeze the joice out of them for sugar to keep her yeast alive and also for other sweetening purposes.
When flour was scarce, they would grind wheat in the coffee mills to make their bread.
The Germany people liked hot drinks, so they would roast barley or wheat and grind it to use for hot drinks.
Since bottles and sugar were so difficult to get, they would dry many of the fruits and vegetables which they raised and also wild fruits such as Chokecherries and Serviceberries.
They would also use wild gooseberries which grew along the creek and sweet them with honey when they were in season.
When coal oil was not available for lights, they would make a wick out of cloth and soak it up with grease and let it burn.
Grandmother would catch rain water in a barrel and put wood ashes in it to make the water soft when ther wasn’t any soap for washing.
They made brooms out of fine willows to clean their shoes off with.
I remember seeing these willow brooms leaning against the door.
They also made baskets from small willows for cloths baskets or for whatever the need would be.
It was in the house by the orchard on 20, February, 1893, that my grandmother, Eva Katherine Griner Nuffer died of pneumonia.
I don’t know just how long Grandfather lived in this house when he married his third wife, Anna Elisabeth Weirman Nuffer. She had three children, Fred, Ida, and Jake Weirman.
Later they moved back to the first house they built in Mapleton.
Later Grandfather built a one room log house a few rods west of the first house.
Grandfather sold his ranch to the Hull Brothers of Whitney and moved to Preston.
The home in Preston was a two-room frame house west of Uncle John’s rock house which was located in the south-east part of town. That house is still there, but has had more rooms built on to it.
The next place he moved to was Logan, Utah. It was here, 1, December, 1901, that his third wife, Anna Elisabeth Weirman Nuffer died.
While still living in Logan, Grandfather married his fourth wife, Maria Alker Nuffer.
After living in Logan for some time, they moved back to Mapleton where Uncle Charles August Nuffer built them a one-room log house in his orchard.
Uncle Charles August’s house was just over the ridge and not far from the old Nuffer home. His house could be seen from Grandfather’s orchard.
I don’t remember just how long they lived there before they moved back to Preston.
Uncle John Nuffer and some of his boys built them a two-room rock (or cement) house. It was across the street, south, and a little east of Uncle John’s old frame house.
It was here in this house that Grandfather died 12, April, 1908.
Grandfather had poor health the later fifteen or more years of his life. He had terrible headaches, kidney trouble, and other such ailments as stomach and liver. All these and more made him suffer a great deal. Just before his death, he was nearly blind.
I am grateful for my pioneer grandparents and the heritage they have given me.
Prepared and arranged June 1961 by Laurine and LaNada Hancock daughter and granddaughter of Katherine (Kate) Naef
I wanted to add a couple of notes.
There appears some debate who had the middle name of Christoph, some believe it was only Sr, others only Jr.
Eva Katherine Greiner is the proper spelling.
Anna Elizabeth Weirman is Anna Elizabeth Reber who was a widow of Gottfried Weierman (some sourches Weiermann).
Maria Alker is Maria Anna Alker who was a widow of Conrad Schaub.
The other day I found myself in Fairfield, Camas, Idaho. It was the first time I remember being there, although I know I was there as a kid. Since the County Courthouse seemed different from the others I find myself in, I snapped a picture.
With Aunt Sergene’s passing, I thought I would make some of the photographs I have of her and her life available. I am wrapping this around the language of her obituary.
Sergene was born 2 February 1932 in Preston, Franklin, Idaho. She is the sixth of twelve children born to Mary Louise Wanner and William Fredrick Andra. My Grandmother, Colleen, is the fifth and was four years older than Sergene.
Sergene graduated from Preston High School in 1950. She was a cheerleader and the Preston Night Rodeo Queen where she was pictured on Roy Roger’s horse, Trigger Jr., on the cover of the Preston Rodeo program in 1949.
Immediately after high school she married a guy from Malad who turned out to be quite abusive. Sergene defended herself and quickly had the marriage annulled.
Sergene married Bert B Sorenson 22 August 1950 in Nampa, Canyon, Idaho. Two children were born to the marriage, Scott B Sorenson (1951) and Andrew S Sorenson (1953). Bert worked for Mountain Bell.
Sergene purchased The Wig Wam in Burley in 1969. She purchased the Ponderosa Beauty Salon in 1973 and the Merle Norman Cosmetics store in Twin Falls in 1976. She only purchased the businesses, not the buildings in which they were located. The Ponderosa closed in the 1980′s and the salon with it. I don’t know when she sold or gave up the Twin Falls store. She ran the Burley location until she retired from it in the early 1990′s. It was a sort of forced retirement as the restaurant next door caught fire and Sergene not to make the repairs to her building but just close shop.
Sergene had a knack for golf and bowling. She participated in the Idaho State Amateur Golf Tournament for 53 consecutive years. She was honored as the Burley Municipal Ladies Golf Association champion from 1956 to 1986. She regularly participated on the Idaho Women’s and Chapman couple’s golf circuits. She also served as a member of the Idaho Couples Golf Association.
Bert passed away 4 March 1991 in Burley, Cassia, Idaho.
Sergene married Harlan Brent Jensen 13 November 1991 in Elko, Elko, Nevada.
Harlan passed away 4 February 2002 in Burley.
Sergene then spent considerable time with her dear friend and companion Edward Neil Dean from that point forward. They were close friends and golfing buddies.
Sergene passed 14 February 2013 in Lake Havasu, Mohave, Arizona.
I found this biography written by Mary Louise Wanner Andra of her parents. I will write a separate history for them in the future, but I thought I would make this one available unadulterated by me (typed completely as written in the book, although I added the photo).
This biography was published in Whitney Centennial 1889-1989: Whitney’s First 100 Years. It was published in 1991 by the Whitney Ward, written and edited by the Whitney Ward Centennial Book Committee.
Our father, John George Wanner, Jr., was born in Holzgerlingen, Neckarkreis, Wuerttemberg 29 October, 1870. His parents were John George Wanner and Anna Maria Schmid. He was the oldest in the family of five boys and five girls.
His father had a small farm and some cattle. He was also a road overseer. So dad, his mother and brother and sisters did most of the farm work. They also got wood from the forest for winter fuel.
Dad’s parents were very religious people and belonged to the Lutheran church. They were very hard workers and tried to teach their children correct principles. Dad tried hard to follow in their footsteps.
His parents joined the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints in 1891. They made sure all their children were baptized as they became of age. His parents could see that it was the only true church on the earth, and they wanted to go to America, where they could worship as they wished. They also felt it would give their children a better opportunity in life.
His parents were the only ones in their respective families who joined the LDS church. Our dad was baptized in July in 1891, and came to America with one of the missionaries – a brother Terrell who was from Providence, Utah. Brother Terrell took good care of him and helped find work for him to do and provide for himself.
Dad got a job working for brother Fred Nuffer in Glendale, Oneida County (now Franklin County), Idaho. In 1893 his father, mother, and his brothers and sisters came to Cache Valley from Germany. Dad and brother Nuffer met them with a wagon and buggy in Franklin, Oneida County, Idaho, June 18, 1893. I am sure he was happy to see his family again, as it had been almost two years since he had seen any of them.
Dad met a lovely girl from Providence, Utah, by the name of Eliza Sterling, and this relationship blossomed into marriage in 1894. They were blessed with two sons, George and Earl Wayne. This marriage was not a very happy one and they were divorced.
On the 31st of August 1898, dad married Regina Nuffer who was a sister of our uncle Charles August Nuffer. [Daughter of the marriage of Eva Katherine Greiner and Johann Christopher Nuffer] On 9 November 1899, they were blessed with twin boys, William and Willard. As time went on they were blessed with more children, a total of five boys and two girls.
Dad went on a mission to Germany in the fall of 1907, leaving a wife and six children. On March 8, 1908, their son Serge was born. Mother and the family were living in a home John Nuffer built for dad. It is a rock house on East Oneida Street in Preston, Idaho. This house is still standing and is in good condition at this writing – June 1979.
When Serge was a few months old, mother took all the children and had a picture taken and sent it to dad so he could see the new baby.
While Dad was in Germany, he met William Andra’s mother and family and baptized the eldest daughter Freda.
In 1910, Dad’s mother and father sold their home and farm in Whitney to Dad. This is the farm Lawrence Bodily now has. Dad built a red barn that is still in use on the farm. After grandpa and grandma sold their farm to dad, they moved to Logan, Utah.
In 1913 dad’s parents, brothers and sisters had a family reunion at their home in Whitney. There was a large crowd and we all had a good time.
We all had to work hard and dad relied on his daughter Mary for many hard farm jobs. However, on Saturday nights he would take us to the picture show and give us each 25¢ to spend on the show and treats.
In 1917, I begged to take the sewing class at the USAC in Logan, as I wanted to learn to sew. However, I was only there a short time when dad brought me home to work on the dry farm. I have always felt bad about this as I wanted to learn to sew.
My brother, William, enlisted in the Army on August 5, 1917. He was with the 145th Light Field Artillery, Battery C. He left Salt Lake City for Camp Kearney on October 11, 1917. He left for France August 2, 1918. William contracted the influenza and died December 1, 1918. His body was brought home November 11, 1920, and interred in the Whitney Idaho Cemetery.
Just a few days before they got the sad news of William’s death, their son, Golden, died November 26, 1918 in Salt Lake City from influenza.
On January 8, 1921, dad sent his son Willard on a mission to New Zealand.
Dad and mother were to face still more sorrow when their son Rulon died February 26, 1924, in the Logan hospital.
Dad believed in missionary work with all his heart and soul and on December 15, 1925, he went to Tennessee on a six month mission.
In 1928, Serge went to New Zealand on a mission and died there October 5, 1929. His body was brought home for burial. The funeral was held in the old opera house in Preston, Idaho. These were trying times for our parents. Losing four sons, and all their bodies returned home in a box. This left them with only one son and two daughters.
On April 7, 1930, dad sent Eva on a mission to California. Dad was not a stranger to hard work. He raised crops and took good care of his farm animals. He took pride in having things looking neat and clean around the farm and yard.
When Dad operated his farm in Whitney, he was always up early in the morning and usually was the first to get to the beet dump in the morning. The story is told about some of his neighbors who decided to beat him to the dump. They got up extra early to get a head start. Before they got to the beet dump, they could hear George Wanner going down the rad ahead of them. They could hear him saying to his horses, “Gid up–gid up–gid up.”
When dad sold his farm in Whitney, he purchased 40 acres nearer to Preston and built a beautiful home on it. Part of it is where the Oakwood School is now located. When he retired he sold his farm and home to his daughter Mary and her husband William Andra.
Dad was successful in the various undertakings he engaged in. He was one of the first in Preston to have an automobile. When he brought it home he did not know how to stop it. He yelled “whoa” when he got in the garage, but before he got it stopped he had gone through the end of the garage.
Dad built the two little homes on the west side of second east and first south in Preston, Idaho. He also built three homes on first south and the south side of the street in Preston. Dad and mother lived in one of them until she died in 1942. Mother was ill for quite a while before she passed away. Dad cared for her the best he could and would take her for little rides in the car. She was unable to walk and dad would carry her on his back from place to place as they went visiting.
As many of you will remember, there was a humble side to dad. I have seen him cry when bearing his testimony and when he was grieved over the death of a loved one, a relative, or friend. He wanted to leave this world a better place than he found it, and I feel sure he made some contributions and brought this desire to fulfillment.
After mother died, dad remarried and went to live in Salt Lake City, Utah. This marriage was not successful and they were divorced. Later on he remarried again and was living in Florida. He became ill and wanted to get back to Preston. My son William went to Florida to bring him home, but when they got to Chicago, he was too ill to go on. So, William put him in the hospital where he passed away on January 5, 1947.
Regina Nuffer was born January 26, 1869 at Neuffen, Germany, a daughter of Johann Cristoph and Eva Katharina Greiner, she came to Utah with her family after they were converted to the gospel. She married Jacob Scheibel July 15, 1889, in Pleasant Valley, Carbon County, Utah. Her first child, Alma Katherine Scheibel Naef, was born, September 27, 1889. When her child was six months old, she and her husband separated and she moved back to Mapleton, Idaho, where she stayed with her parents on their farm. During this period, she would help people when they were sick, and her mother would take care of her child.
In about 1893, after the death of her mother, she moved to Weber County, Utah, and worked for the Will Taylor family in Farr West and the Bowman family in Ogden. She again returned to her father’s farm. On her way home, she stopped in Logan and walked out to Providence to visit a friend. While eating lunch, she happened to think that she had left her new coat on the train. She went back to Logan to the train station and they sent out a tracer. In a few days she got her coat back. After returning to Idaho, she worked for several people in Franklin and Preston. She lived in one room of her brother John’s home in Preston. Her brother was on a mission in Germany at the time.
On August 31, 1898, she married John George Wanner in Logan, Utah. That winter she lived on his ranch in Worm Creek or Glendale, Idaho. In April she moved with her husband, daughter, and step son, Wayne, to the Bancroft flat, a little west of where Grace is now.
She was known as a fine, well mannered woman. Her niece, Athene Hampton, said that toward the end of her life her health was not very good and she had a hard time speaking. When Athene and Louisa Nuffer would visit, they would converse by writing notes to each other. She died on March 10, 1942, in Preston, Idaho. Her funeral in Preston was very well attended.
I have read a number of stories lately about individuals who have lost their children at young ages. Some due to health reasons, some birth defects, and other reasons. I do not want to lessen any of the pain that come from such a loss. I have never suffered any loss of a child. I do think I would struggle more with having a child for a few years and then losing them. A child whose personality I have not really perceived and a hope and glimmer I never glimpsed seem like it might be easier to let go to the eternities with the knowledge I will raise them at a future time. But the loss and separation of having that child become a part of my daily life, whose personality fills my home, whose laughter and cries I recognize in another room, and then losing them to a future date seems more deep and poignant. I hope I never have to experience either, but I know others have and will still endure such a trial.
I have a Grandfather and five great grandparents I never met. While I know their image, some of their personality, their lives are woven into mine; I cannot recognize that influence. I have one great grandparent whose only memories are of her sitting in a lawn chair at reunions and laughing at us playing. But the grandparents and great grandparents I mingled, played games, and enjoyed their presence I miss. Some days terribly. I imagine it would be somewhat similar with the loss of a child, although the stillborn or soon passing child will have memories in the mind and life of the parents. Who knows, maybe it is any memory that makes it difficult.
In that light, I thought I would share some history, photos, and stories of Robert Lee and Dennis Willard Andra, my Grandmother’s brothers.
Robert Lee Andra was born 24 August 1934 in Preston, Franklin, Idaho. He was the eighth of twelve children born to Mary Louise Wanner and William Fredrick Andra. All I ever really heard about Robert is that it was a long, hard birth. He was born in the morning and passed away by the end of the day. Grandma told me he never really turned the right color, he had a tint of blue up until he died. She remembered her Mom holding the baby what seemed like all day. Little Robert was buried in the family section of the Whitney, Franklin, Idaho cemetery.
Dennis Willard Andra was born 10 January 1942 in Preston, Franklin, Idaho. He was the eleventh of twelve children born to Mary Louise Wanner and William Fredrick Andra. I imagine he grew up like any other child in the Andra household; one of many, playful, and a little mischievous. One of Don’s only memories are of Dennis in the highchair as a little boy, probably similar to this photo.
Here is a picture of Dennis with some siblings and cousins. This is a scan of a copy of a photograph. I hope some day I can get a scan of the original photograph so it is higher quality. Sergene, Ross, Don, Larry, and Dale are all siblings of Dennis. Sharon Johnson would be Dennis’ niece, June’s daughter (Sharon is one year younger than Dennis and a few months older than Larry). Jon and Kay are maternal first cousins. I have another photo of just the Andra siblings together, but its quality is so low that Dennis is not really distinguishable, so I did not post it.
Dennis had just celebrated his third birthday with his family on 10 January 1945. My Grandmother, Dennis’ sister Colleen, told me a story that still made her cry 50 years later. Dennis came in to her in the middle of the night. He could not sleep and his ear hurt. Grandma got up and made him a hot pad for his ear and held him for a while. He seemed to feel a little better so she laid him on her bed. She pulled out some dark red fingernail polish and painted his fingernails. He just laid there and watched her. It was clear to her that he was not feeling well. After she finished painting his fingernails she got up to take him back to his own bed. He did not want to go, he wanted to sleep with his sister. She got pretty stern with him and told him he had to sleep in his own bed. She carried him to his bed and tucked him in.
The next morning Great Grandma went in and found Dennis in eternal sleep, he had passed away in the night. Great Grandpa took little Dennis’ body in and laid him on their bed. Don remembers that his little foot curled a little and Great Grandpa straightened it out. Don saw his father cry from the circumstances. Here is a picture of little Dennis laid out for his burial at Webb’s Funeral Home in Preston. My Grandma had a better picture (which I don’t have), but this is again a scan of a copy until I can get a better scan or an original.
If you look closely, you can see that Dennis’ fingernails painted dark red. Grandma would look at the picture and her eyes would tear up. I remember her at one point saying that she felt bad she had spoken sternly to him before putting him back to bed. She loved him dearly and showed it by spending time with him, but the last words she spoke were perhaps harsher than she wanted some of his last feelings. I also know she wished she would have let him stay in her bed, not that it would have changed the outcome, but he might have felt a little more loved.
Dennis died 13 or 14 January 1945 (although his tombstone and death certificate says the 14th) in Preston. The difference in death dates is probably found in the family have him dying on the 13th when he went to bed, the coroner and formal documents have him pronounced dead the next day. His parents went with the 14th on the tombstone and he probably did die in the early hours of the 14th. He was buried 17 January 2012 in Whitney beside his brother. Both brother’s graves are at the heads of their parents.
Colleen’s journal only gives these few comments about her brother. On 9 January (which is a day off from the formal records) “Dennis birthday”. On 13 January 1945, “My darling brother Dennis died.” On 14 January 1945, “Several people came. I am thanking them.” On 17 January 1945, “My dearest brother’s funeral. I just couldn’t hardly see him go.”
With a third photo identified with a Bruderer in it, I thought I would make these photos available. From my understanding, the Bruderers were good friends of my grandparents, Norwood and Colleen (Andra) Jonas, when they lived in Richmond, Cache, Utah. When my grandparents moved to Burley, Cassia, Idaho in 1968 the friends did not see each other as much. Leonard and Donna (Andrus) Bruderer also eventually moved to Brigham City, Box Elder, Utah. Leonard and Donna also lived next door to my Great Grandma Lillian Coley Jonas (Edna’s sister)(and across the street from the Dorney family).
I visited with Donna in 2007. She is an Andrus and her father is Gerald Andrus(1903-1984). Gerald married my Great Grand Aunt Edna Coley(1900-1983) on 17 April 1921 and had a son, Harold Christian Andrus(1921-1966). Harold is my cousin and is an Andrus although raised as a Neilson. Gerald and Edna were married less than a year or so and he remarried to Donna’s mother, Ida Christena Smith, in 1923. Harold is Donna’s half-brother and I called to visit with her more regarding Harold than the Bruderer line. I did mention I had a photo of Leonard and Donna from many years ago as well as a photo of their daughter Lola. Leonard Bruderer passed away in 2006 (born in 1922).