I still have a load of work to do but my Mother and Father have these two colonial lines that just explode once you enter a specific name on your tree. Within all the branches on these lines there is AMAZING history about the founding of Europe as we know it, and the founding of America. To know that you are a piece of this gives a whole new meaning on History.
Still working on knowing who I am and where I come from.
This week my Daughter was able to text me two pictures on two separate days, of her lunch, see below:
I was completely disgusted at the lack of food firstly, the appearance secondly, and where is the nutrition? I currently have three of my children enrolled in public school, and wondered why they always come home hungry. Some days they won’t eat because it is just plainly inedible. On other days when they are left lacking, they will request more food and get told there is not enough.
Would you feed this to your children? Come on we have got to do better than this.
There are many naysayers about communicating with the dead, but I have dreams, and many of them, where they speak to me. Once I received baptismal records for my Maternal Grandfathers family I was able to build a better structure for our family tree and the dreams increased.
George Frederick Schramm is my Great Uncle, I had a dream about him back in 2014 See Post from 2014 here . I have sought George’s resting place and death record ever since and was never fortunate enough to locate him.
Recently, more records have been getting indexed by the LDS church and their tremendous effort toward genealogical research. I have noticed a spike in German family records as of lately, and it has boosted my ability to locate more information.
After finalizing my draft of my German Ancestry research and posting it on here yesterday, I went to lay down at night. I had the strongest urge to check for George again. I went to the family search website and decided to lookup death records in New York City. Knowing his birth date and year I still did a broad search of five years to be safe. The result was a tear jerker, I FOUND HIM!
George died young at just the age of 24 on 10 Sept, 1942 and was buried on 14 Sept, 1942 at St. Michael’s Cemetery in East Elmhurst. The cause of death is not in the index and so I am ordering his death record to find out what happened.
Here’s where it gets spooky! I google the cemetery and realize it’s in Elmhurst. My second Great Grandmother Mary Ann wright had a dream with me about Elmhurst See dream post from 2014 here.
I rushed to my family tree and checked GG Grandma Mary’s cemetery and it was St. Michael’s. I had visited GG Grandma Mary not long after the dream I had with my sister. I am going to create a detailed post about her, she was killed tragically by her husband at the same age I was when she contacted me through a dream.
Back in 2014 I stood in the very cemetery George was in and didn’t even know! I will be visiting him shortly and I just know it will be emotional.
Fyodor gives us a clue in the word meaningful when he describes “work” furthermore when he states “lose their reason for existence” he reveals the depth of his statement.
So many people are employed or working for wages; yet hate their jobs. They are going as Fyodor says “stark raving mad.” Could you imagine the destitution of the human essence when it is not striving towards its purpose?
Some may search for their purpose and feel like they failed to find it, when all along it was the very thing they least expected. The work that you are destined to do is the thing you are most passionate about, the thing that makes your heart soar.
When it is found, treasure it greatly and master it! Eventually you will find you’re passionate about many things and take on more “work.”
The first Schramm in my life was of course my lovely Mother Barbara Ann Schramm. Mom was born to Robert Andrew Schramm and Josephine Paro on November 15, 1948 at Mother Cabrini Hospital in the Bronx, New York.
My Grandmother moved to Far Rockaway, Queens with my Mother and her siblings where she was raised. She never spoke much about her Father but she did treasure telling us tales of growing up in a big family of eight siblings. She spent many years away from her family on a farm with what she recalled as Mr. and Mrs. Shot, and these were her fondest memories. There were some darker tales of living with an Aunt Lizzie, in which my later genealogy research uncovered was her Great Aunt Elisabeth Schramm, also known as “Lizzie.”
The only memories she ever shared with me about her Father was that he was a World War II veteran and his death. I tried researching her family for her while she was alive but never got that far. After Moms passing in 2010, I decided to dig deeper and try to find out about her family as much as I could.
My sister Colette resides in England and had been working on our family tree for many years but our Schramm’s were one of our hardest brick walls. We both decided contacting local parishes or synagogues in Manhattan would be a great start as we had found Census records indicating last known addresses for my Grandfather were in Harlem. So I started e-mailing a bunch of them and to my surprise, we got a hit!
St. Joseph of the Holy Family Church had records for my Grandfather and his family going back to the 1800’s. The day I decided to visit that church was like standing in a dream. There were tears, lots of them! It was overwhelming to stand in a place knowing my Grandfather (who died before I was born), this mystery man stood on those same floors once. Receiving baptismal records for almost three generations of my family took my breathe away. They finally had names! St. Joseph was also able to tell me where in Germany my family came from, Bavaria. Mom always thought they were from Frankfurt or Berlin.
This is the only image I have of my Grandfather. My Aunt Laura gave it to me when Mom got sick, and it was the first time I had a face to go with his name.
Robert Andrew Schramm was born May 31st, 1921 to Andrew Bancruting Schramm & Emma Neese in New York, New York.
As you can see below, by the age of 12 my Grandfather was an orphan. His older brother John Schramm took both him and George to raise. John was barely a man himself at 18 and newly married with a small child himself. I have a feeling John was a central part of my Grandfather’s life as paperwork will indicate.
Census records indicate that my Grandfather worked in a Lumber yard with his two Brothers George Frederick Schramm and John J. Schramm. George Frederick has been a brick wall for me but World War II would take both my Grandfather and Great Uncle John to Europe.
WWII began on September 1, 1939 and ended September 2, 1945. On December 7, 1941 Pearl Harbor was attacked by the Japanese and so the United States entered WWII. I had researched draft history and soon realized neither my Granda nor his brother John were drafted. Out of over 50 million soldiers 20% were drafted. Fact sheet below:
I racked my mind trying to understand why at 22 years old my Grandfather would join the Military. He had seen so much hardship already. So, I decided to compare and see who jumped first John or Granda?
I realized that John played such a big role in my Grandfathers life because just four months after he joined WWII my Grandfather followed suit. This is a man that raised my Grandfather, and got him his job at the lumber yard. I can only imagine what Granda was feeling when his older brother was shipped off to war.
What drove them to want to fight this battle?
The only clue I have is that their Grandfather Adam Schramm (My 2x Great Grandfather) left Bavaria in 1882. Bavaria was surrounded by civil unrest during the 1870’s due to the Franco-Prussian war. The Country also faced revolutionary uprisings due to religion and Monarchies. I assume my Grandfathers family did not like the political turns that were taking place in their Country that would become part of Germany today. Perhaps their political, social and religious views were of a different sort.
Granda Robert served in the 26th Infantry Regiment as a PFC with Company K. They were Blue Spaders.
The 1st Battalion, 26th Infantry passing through the railway viaduct north of Bütgenbach, Belgium, on the Monschauer St. (N647) towards Bütgenbach. The railway viaduct was part of the line running from Losheim/Eifel (Germany) to Trois-Ponts, Belgium, and had been blown up by the retreating German troops.
A brief description on Granda’s Regiment and what they accomplished:
In 1941, the regiment once again stood with its sister regiments and prepared for war in Europe. In World War II, the 26th Infantry led America’s first-ever amphibious assault in North Africa, fought at the Kasserine Pass, assaulted Sicily at the Amphibious Battle of Gela, invaded Normandy, conquered the first German city of the war at Aachen, vaulted the Rhine and attacked all the way to Czechoslovakia by war’s end. The regiment, commanded by Colonel John F. R. Seitz, conducted three amphibious assaults, and earned seven battle streamers, a Presidential Unit Citation, and five foreign awards.
Beginning another occupation of Germany, the Blue Spaders bore the United States national colors at the Allied Victory in Europe parade, and served as guards at Nuremberg War Crimes Trials. Thus began a lengthy stay in Germany, first as conquerors and later as friends and allies. Called again to serve in the United States after a reorganization of the army, the unit was redesignated 1st Battalion, 26th Infantry and had a very short stay in the United States.- Wikipedia
World War II
Activated: 16 January 1941.
Overseas: 26 August 1944.
Campaigns: Northern France, Rhineland,
Ardennes-Alsace, Central Europe.
Days of combat: 210.
Distinguished Unit Citations: 1.
Awards: MH-1; DSC-43; DSM-1; SS-955; LM-11;
SM-47; BSM-5,558; AM-81.
Commanders: Maj. Gen. Roger W. Eckfeldt (January
1940-August 1943), Maj. Gen. Willard S. Paul
(August 1943-1 June 1945), Brig. Gen. Harlan N.
Hartness (June-July 1945), Maj. Gen. Stanley E.
Reinhart (July-November 1945), Maj. Gen. Robert W.
Grow (November-December 1945).
Returned to U.S.: December 1945.
Inactivated: 29 December 1945.
The 26th Infantry Division landed in France at
Cherbourg and Utah Beach, 7 September 1944,
but did not enter combat as a Division until a
month later, 7 October. Elements were on patrol
duty along the coast from Carteret to Siouville,
13-30 September, and the 328th Infantry saw
action with the 80th Division to which it was
attached, 5-15 October. On 7 October the 26th
relieved the 4th Armored Division in the
Salonnes-Moncourt-Canal du Rhine au Marne
sector, and maintained defensive positions; a
limited objective attack was launched, 22 October,
in the Moncourt woods. On 8 November the Division
went on the offensive, took Dieuze, 20 November,
advanced across the Saar River to Saar Union, and
captured it, 2 December, after house-to-house
fighting. Reaching Maginot fortifications, 5
December, it regrouped, entering Saareguemines 8
December. Rest at Metz was interrupted by the Von
Rundstedt offensive. The Division moved north to
Luxembourg, 19-21 December, to take part in the
battle of the Ardennes breakthrough. It attacked at
Rambrouch and Grosbous, 22 December, beat off
strong German counterattacks, captured Arsdorf on
Christmas Day after heavy fighting, attacked
toward the Wiltz River, but was forced to withdraw
in the face of determined enemy resistance; after
regrouping, 5-8 January 1945, it attacked again,
reached the Wiltz River, and finally crossed it, 20
January. The Division continued its advance, took
Grumelscheid, 21 January, and crossed the Clerf
River, 24 January. The 26th Division then shifted to
the east bank of the Saar, and maintained
defensive positions in the Saarlautern area, 29
January-6 March 1945. The Division’s drive to the
Rhine jumped off on 13 March 1945, and carried the
Division through Merzig, 17 March, to the Rhine, 21
March, and across the Rhine at Oppenheim, 25-26
March. It took part in the house-to-house reduction
of Hanau, 28 March, broke out of the Main River
bridgehead, drove through Fulda, 1 April, and
helped reduce Meiningen, 5 April. Moving southeast
into Austria, the Division assisted in the capture of
Linz, 4 May. It had changed the direction of its
advance, and was moving northeast into
Czechoslovakia, across the Vlatava River, when the
cease-fire order, was received.- 26th Infantry Division History
Granda’s battles were far from few, and one can only imagine the visuals he was exposed to during this time. Looking at his Division gives me great admiration for all of them. They fought many battles and worked tirelessly to free civilians from oppression.
His return from WWII would find him fathering my Mother her twin brothers Robert, and George, and her sister Helena. Granda struggled with alcoholism upon his return as his death record indicated. The diagnosis on the death certificate reads “Acute and Chronic Ethanolism: Fatty Liver.” The day the certificate arrived in the mail, I opened it in anticipation and was immediately met with grief. He was just 48 years old, he was single and the next of kin was none other than his older brother, my Great Uncle John.
My Great Grandfather Andrew Schramm was born March 18, 1888 to Adam Schramm & Margaret Stark in New York, New York.
Like my Grandfather, his father was also baptized at the same church. After many calls and e-mails to several churches in the Harlem area I located a marriage record for my Great Grandfather at St. Mary’s Episcopal Church on 126th street. Visiting was extremely emotional because once again I was standing in a place that my family once stood.
Andrew married Emma Neese on November 30, 1912.
The Mother indicated on the marriage record is incorrect, Mary Bomer was a stepmother to my Great Grandfather. His mother Margaret Stark died when he was just 3 years old only a few days after giving birth to his younger sibling Adam Pancratius Schramm.
I am still learning about Andrew personally and all I can really find from census records and directories is that he moved back and forth between Stamford Connecticut and Manhattan like his father. The most memorable thing I learned was from his WWI draft card because it provided a description of him. He had blue eyes, light brown hair and was a medium build. It is no wonder where my Uncle George’s blue eyes came from because Granda had them too.
Adam Schramm was born to Johann Schramm & Elisabeth Schmitt December 1856 in the town of Stadtsteinach in the district of Kulmbach, Bavaria, Germany.
The district of Kulmbach is surrounded with history from the House of Hohenzollern, the Romanian Empire and even Hitler. I have done loads of extra research on all of the empires, the wars, and the change in geography. It really is way too much to include but if you’re interested the keywords to join my search are House of Hohenzollern, The Romanian Empire, and District of Kulmbach.
Why did my Great Grandfather leave?
According to German History Documents Between Bismarck’s appointment as minister president of Prussia in 1862 and his departure from office in 1890, almost 3 million Germans left their country in search of a better life abroad. Many of them went to the United States. These emigrants included land-hungry peasants and workers from rural backgrounds, as well as artisans and shopkeepers hoping to make a new start. Between 1874 and 1879 emigration decreased somewhat, but after 1880 economic fluctuations fuelled the next and largest wave of emigration, which only began to subside in the mid-1890s.
It goes on to say: The difficulty of distinguishing between the various factors, social, political, and economic, which combine to produce such a result, can scarcely be overestimated; but the immense preponderance of natives of the agricultural districts amongst the emigrants point to the defective conditions of agriculture as the main source of the discontent with home surroundings, which must always precede any migration of population. Putting for a moment this important factor on one side, due weight must be allowed to the social and political causes which combine to produce the result. Amongst these may be enumerated the attitude of the German government prior to 1890 towards the great body of German Socialists, and the discontent felt, at any rate in time of peace, with the German military system.
My 2nd Great Grandfather Adam boarded the SS Mosel in 1882 and arrived in New York on March 20th.
Seeing that my 2nd Great Grandfather was a farmer makes me understand his reasoning for leaving. According to the German History Documents emigrants were struggling with poor agriculture. This would create a reasoning behind his departure.
Adam became a citizen in 1887 and made a life in New York and Connecticut working as a brass finisher.
My Grandmothers and Grandfathers of Bavaria
3rd Great Grandfather- Johann Schramm born about 1829 in Stadtsteinach, Bavaria, married Elisabeth Schmitt 10 June 1851.
4th Great Grandfather- Nikolaus Schramm born 7 May, 1810 in Stadtsteinach, Bavaria married to Margaret Kodisch.
5th Great Grandfather- Christoph Schramm born 14 Okt, 1784 in Württemberg married to Rosina Weilandin 4 April, 1809.
6th Great Grandfather- Nikolaus Schramm born about 1764 in Württemberg to Christoph Dietrich Schramm (Mother unknown) married Barbara Rolferthin.
7th Great Grandfather- Christoph Dietrich Schramm born 17 Aug, 1744 in Württemberg married to Rosine Katharine.
8th Great Grandfather- Johann Dietrich Schramm born about 1713 in Württemberg, married Catharina Sara Hoffman 17 Nov, 1739.
9th Great Grandfather- Johann Bernhard Schramm born about 1693 in Württemberg, married to Maria Barbara.
I am thankful to the church of latter day saints for translating and referencing these new records in Germany because they were not available these last couple of years. There were baptismal records and marriage records to help me get this far. I am continuing to research and dig for more.
*Fun Facts about the name of Schramm-
The meaning of Schramm is to “Scratch” “Skin” or “Scar”
There is a town in Germany called Schramberg: The origins of Schramberg date back to the year 1293, when the locality was first described as “Schrammenberg” (“wounded” or “scarfed hill”). From 1643 Schramberg was the centre of the Herrschaft Schramberg, belonging to Further Austria until 1805. From 1805 Schramberg was part of the Kingdom of Württemberg.
This journey has helped me understand who I am, where I come from and most importantly connect with the ones who brought me here. I have a lot of DNA research that goes so beautifully with all this research but that is a whole new post.
Today, many across the world shall proclaim- “Happy St. Patrick’s Day!” or worse say “Patty” in which technically it is known as “Paddy.” This is actually an unflattering term because once upon a time, it was used negatively towards Irish immigrants.
Except, taking pride in ones heritage does not, nor should be honored once a year. Yes, firstly I am born American; yet my blood comes from natives of Europe. Previous posts tell some of my journey, and how I discovered where I come from; better yet who I come from. My DNA is at the highest percentages for two populations that spread throughout Europe; Celtic and Viking people.
*Side note- Not only Irish and Scottish people are Celtic. Studying history, geography, migrations and folklore will teach otherwise.
A long study of mitochondrial DNA places my ancestors around 8,000 years ago in Central Europe. The subgroup that I branch from H1ap so far shows the highest matches to myself in Ireland. So I am estimating my genetic mothers were in the great old land of Eire (Ireland) for 3,000 years or more.
Is it about the land, or the people?
Yes, I am a firm believer in the concept, we are all human beings! I love the lands they lived in; however it is more about the heritage and identifying with as many of my dead ancestors that I can discover. We all come from humans that despite the odds of climate change, war, genocide, disease, famine and any other obstacle, survived. Taking a close look at human migration shows us how far some of us traveled just to ensure that the future would exist.
Why aren’t we celebrating our existence?
Is it really just about wearing green today? Getting drunk? or Plastering shamrocks and Leprechauns all over. Why is it all about one man? I don’t want to step on toes or religious views but the “snakes” St. Patrick drove out of Ireland were pagan people. People who didn’t believe as he did. I suppose a glance around our modern world we could say in current times the Muslims are being treated the same way. Why? because any different view is always seen in fear.
My one request for the world today is to look beyond the stereotypes of tradition or the norm and dig deeper. Find out who you are, discover the names of the people who brought you here. What were their struggles? What adversity did they face? Why did they have to move from country to country? I promise you the more you dig, the more you will transform. It doesn’t go without saying, you will find tragedy. You may even find at times your ancestors were oppressed by a major power. It is then you will find anger at first, and it may subside or cause hatred. Time will heal you! If getting my DNA evaluated taught me anything, it was that we are all connected in some way. Yes, even to the people who once oppressed your ancestors. That is when healing begins!
So by all means get up, celebrate today! The saying is “we’re all a little Irish.” Just don’t forget that everyday, you are a product of the people who brought you to this destination!
Gentrification: 1. The process of renovating and improving a house or district so that it conforms to middle-class taste.
1.1The process of making a person or activity more refined or polite.
Does the agenda meet a genuine concern?
If the objective for gentrification was to reform housing, schools, and employment; then why is the first thing they build in our neighborhoods, shopping centers?
Typically the retort I obtain is “Well, it creates jobs.”
Naturally, my detective instincts drove me to ask these employees at these new shopping centers, “Do you live locally?” Surprisingly, many of them do not.
The objective then folds, and the reality of it all is that gentrification is influenced by ulterior motives.
In return, these jobs do not pay a high enough wage to satisfy the cost of living; which is high, even in our low income communities. Rising from this employment crisis is the issue of employment requirements. Did you know many retail, and food service jobs now require a diploma, or equivalency? All it takes is acquiring a list of High Schools within your community, and observing the statistics for graduation rates, you’ll see the problem staring you in the face. So the next issue arises, education reform.
Have you had the pleasure of discussing education with these gentrification promoters? The rhetorical jargon you’ll hear is “We are giving you charter schools, aren’t we?” Oh, those good old charter schools, gotta love em! Personally, my life was flipped upside down during the 2015-2016 school year, due to charter school takeovers.
I had the freedom to home school my children for many years, and did so successfully. For my daughter Elissa’s high school years I decided to put her in local high school. Elissa became a student at the former F.L.A.G.S here in the South Bronx. When the new year began I received a notice that her school was being proposed for closure. After tons of research, and speaking with staff, the scales fell off of my eyes. This was like a war going on in my community, and I was sleeping! FLAGS did close ultimately, despite my own attempts, and the attempts of teachers to petition otherwise.
What is the reasoning behind these school closures?
Remember those snarky replies I keep speaking of? Well, be ready for these because they are quite amusing when the pieces come together.
Here is how they do it!
They build these lottery schools, or charters, I am sure you receive mail about how these schools want your child. Instinctively, parents will see all of these amazing choices the school provides, and enroll him/her because they want what is best for them. Don’t be fooled they fish for our teachers too, offering the moon, and stars.
This reaction is what I like to call the game of Jenga! Piece by piece they remove stability, until the system collapses.
You will now have lower enrollment at your local public school; as well as it now being understaffed. I am sure the wheels are turning, and your thinking “lower student to teacher ratio” can’t be that bad, right? Yes, lower student to teacher ratio is excellent; however the board of education has enrollment requirements. Your school is now at a disadvantage according to their standards. The sole purpose or focus on my daughter Elissa’s school closure proposal was lower enrollment. Keep in mind, they succeeded!
There is other problems with lower enrollment. The board can now withhold funding, and cut programs; which in turn will provide a poor data report. Your school will now reflect with lower graduation rates, and less resources.
Now that the paper report is created, these schools will slowly make their way to closure. Don’t believe me?
You are looking at a notice from my other daughter Amber’s school. She attends Entrada Academy here in the South Bronx. This notice is enough to frighten parents into transferring, providing lower enrollment. The cycle has now begun, and Entrada is getting “less space” can you guess why? They are proposing a Charter.
Where is the better solution for reform?
With the cost of living on the rise, our schools closing, our children being bounced from school to school, and homelessness on the rise, how is this gentrification considered reform?
The answer is within these paragraphs, they are not reforming us!
So what is gentrification?
Gentrification is an attempt to eradicate whomever doesn’t conform to the lifestyle dictated by leaders. Gentrification is modern day slavery, it is a way to break, and shatter delicate lives. When our pieces lay upon the asphalt, they will sweep us to the side to be taken out like trash.
On a side note, half of the affordable housing being built in my community has income guidelines out of the boundaries for low income families. We can’t apply! Section 8 and NYCHA are not accepting applications either. Just one walk around my neighborhood and you will see almost every building is now a shelter.
When they call our neighborhoods ghettos look at the definition:
A part of a city, especially a slum area, occupied by a minority group or groups.
An isolated or segregated group or area.
Now I ask you, am I wrong for saying this is modern day slavery?
There is an ecstasy that marks the summit of life, and beyond which life cannot rise. And such is the paradox of living, this ecstasy comes when one is most alive, and it comes as a complete forgetfulness that one is alive. ~ Jack London
Ecstasy, from the Greek Ekstasis, meaning ‘standing outside oneself.’ The sentence Jack has made “There is an ecstasy that marks the summit of life” can be likened to the idiom ‘on cloud nine.’ Certainly Jack paints a picture for us in one small statement so vividly.
The semantics within provide us with an almost socratic mindset. To reach ones highest state in a single moment; yet forget life itself, is agreeably a paradox. Yes, there can be that one single moment, it will define you forever. These moments can leave you feeling as if nothing can ever exist before, or beyond that space. When time stands still and all that matters is ‘now’…these are the summits that forever shape us.
I have unquestionably found moments like that; both good and bad. The births of all of my children, and the deaths of loved ones.
If not for my greatest teacher Ms. Fuller of my fifth grade public school class, I would not have known Jack London. To her I owe my love for both reading and writing; for she taught me to reach higher, and go beyond my limits.