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EMMA My Life as I See It As a child and to the age of 27 years I lived on a farm my parents purchased this farm previous to their marriage, at the time of purchase it was entirely covered with timber. My brother Herman and I were born in a large log house on this farm. Later, about 1904 or 1905 (this date is probably incorrect; in her account above, Emma refers to the large house being built prior to the visit of the Pusch grandparents), they built a large house of lumber; a more modern house. We continued to live there until April 1909 when we moved to Sellwood. Carl purchased the farm later. My life was with most of the farm children, most of whom knew nothing of religion. As a child, I was always a skinny little kid. Mother, when she worked in the garden, sat us little ones on the large front porch of the log house, and a black dog lay down beside us and watched over us until she returned. We had nearly an acre of orchard in front of the new house, and beyond the log house, the houses set quite a little way from the highway. A trail led through the center of the orchards to the main highway. The barn, at that time, was across the road. In those days, in fact when we were small children, the only way to get to Oregon City was on horseback over a trail - no highway, and the first highway was very rugged. My mother knew her Catholic religion well. My fondest memories are daily evening prayers on our knees beside our mother, and when possible, going to Mass with her on Sunday. We lived ten miles from Oregon City. I well remember when Rev. Father Gross baptized my two brothers and me. My oldest brother was 5, me 3, and Carl 1 year. Rev. Gross came to our house on horseback. He asked for two potatoes, carved these into candlestick holders, and placed in the candles. Then he proceeded to baptize us. I must have been deeply impressed by the procedure, as I never forgot it, as of now 80 years old. After moving into Sellwood, our great disappointment was leaving the farm, a dairy. In the City, in the morning we would find one quart of milk on the porch after having a farm with gallons of milk. It was the same with eggs. In fact, our whole life seemed different and for nearly one year, sad. The reason we moved to the City was our brother's marriage to Sophia Asberg (Osberg?). (Other sources show her name was "Anderson.") Mother and father had eight children. The first sadness in our family was brother Herman's sudden death by accidental gunshot wound October 2, 2:00 p.m., year 1898. Age 16 years 2 months. This was our first deep grief. Our father died October 1901 of a perforated ulcer at St. Vincent Hospital. Seven days later, our dear sister Elfrieda was born, October 17, 1901. She was our real sunshine in a saddened house. She never saw her father or oldest brother. Mother was left to care for and raise seven children, Emma, Carl, Elsie, Marie, Ada, Anna, and Elfrieda. At the age of three years, I was nearly killed by a male sheep. Mother had made me a pretty white dress with a tie back and sleeveless, with ruffles around the armholes. I was very proud of it, as I was all dolled up. I proceeded to show it to my father; he was shingling the barn at the time. As I stepped into the street, I stopped to make tracks in the dust; ever so often I turned around to look at the tracks. I was in for a bad shock. About that time the Swales' herd of sheep ran towards me; probably thought I was salt in my white dress; "All animals love salt." The ram struck me; I fell backwards. As soon as I raised my head, down I went again. Finally he walked away. I started climbing a stump, but he struck me in the back. I ran across the road and started to climb the fence when he again struck in the back. I fell unconscious. My mother picked me up for dead. I remember all until the last incident. As I fell there I struck my head on a rock. Later at the age of about 10 years, a ram had me cornered on a feed box for about two hours. In later years, my father asked me to let the cows out of their stanchions. He afterwards loosened old Ignatz, the bull. I was just stepping out of the barn door when he started after me with his head down, me in my greatest speed, ran around the straw stack. Dad came after old Ignatz, and finally struck him with the pitch fork. Old Ignatz retreated. These animals were my greatest catastrophe on the farm. At the age of six years, Dad let me ride one of the work horses to the barn. As I got off the horse I stepped on a pole dividing the horse's stalls. I missed my footing, fell against the horse's hind feet. The horse raised her hind foot; had she put it down it would have come on my face. My father grabbed me as quick as a wink and pulled me to safety. My health was poor after the episode with the sheep for several years. I have never known real health through all my life. At the age of 27, I picked up a germ, possibly ameba. It lingered for years until Dr. Fitzgibbon discovered ameba, which meant many days of illness; it was complicated by diverticulitis. He then told me I would never have a well day as long as I live. This has proven true. The cure nearly cost me my life. I married Will Broeren April 1952. He died 5-1/2 years later, Oct 18, 1957. Back to my past life. At the age of 14, I attended McLaughlin School at Oregon City. I made my First Communion at the age of 15 years, June 1898. I stayed at the house of Dr. Sommer's part of the term, then with the Hemmelgarn family to finish my term. At the age of 18, I took one year millinery and one year sewing, stayed with my good friends the Greesen family - rather boarded there. Then I worked for Madam "Evans," the unreasonable one. In Portland, at housework for two years. Later in Portland I sold tickets in the Star Theatre for two years. Started working for a physician and surgeon, Dr. Roy Stearns, for 27 and a half years. I worked in the office the last six months. I worked for him ½ day and nursed in Olds and Kings store for one half day for six months. When Dr.'s health, heart attacks, caused him to retire, I quit Olds & Kings and took charge of Dr. Stearns office until his death. After his death I continued for one and a half years with Dr. Cavanaugh. A poor excuse of a doctor. After quitting my nursing, I made use of my purchases. In September 1938 I bought my home on Nehalem Street. September 1939, I bought my apartment house on Cora Avenue. Mother and I lived there until April 1941. Due to the decline of Mother's health I sold the apartment house and moved back to my home in Sellwood. On March 2, 1942, our dear beloved Mother passed away. Her illness began with a stroke the year 1929, and was a paralyzed invalid for 13 years. A real pleasure to care for her. Back to my story: In 1928, Elfrieda and I sailed to Alaska, the date May 28, 1928 - a very enjoyable trip. So glad I saw Alaska in its more primitive stage. I had made several trips to Los Angles, but my first boat trip to Alaska. Now we will talk about our love and work on the farm; its beauty and charm. In the East the morning comes with the rising of the golden sun, and the early morning breeze scatters golden rays of glimmering, glittering sunshine through the trees. Up in the early morn, just at the peak of day - Hi ho! Hi ho - to the barn we go, swinging our milk buckets to and fro, ready to milk our thirteen cows, giving us gallons of milk and cream. Milking the cows then straining the milk in the dairy. Feeding the cows their hay and herding the cows to pasture with joy and laughter. To the meadow we herd the sheep; back to barn we go watching the frolicking lambs, jumping and running as fast as they can Feeding the horses in their stalls, most useful farm animal of all. In the eve driving the cows to water, fill their stalls with hay and fodder. Feeding horses, cows, sheep and pigs; ducks, goslings, geese, hens and chicks. Then we had our fun; go horseback riding; phaetons, and buggies to drive. Running to the park singing like a lark; watching the birdies flying through the sky, singing and singing a merry good bye. Telling the birdies flying above, "Emma in her garden sends them her love." The hours I spent in a day watching the bees flying far away, returning with loads of honey and wax. Yes living on the farms was a great charm. Then our fun begins now our work is over, hitching our horses to buggies, off to a far house dance we go. Dancing all night; and home again by daylight. With two God-loving parents, morals and love is our inheritance. Each day we know how sweet and Holy were the prayers Mother taught us; we knelt at her knees. Father's work was hard, clearing the land mostly by hand. A Beautiful home life we had; I thank God each day for Guidance they gave; instilled in us with love, as they rest in Heaven above. EMMA'S OBITUARY Emma T. Fallert Broeren was born December 9, 1883 in a log cabin at Logan, Oregon and died July 14, 1979 in Portland at the age of 95. She was the second of eight children. In 1908 the family moved to Portland and settled in the Sellwood District where she lived until 1976 when she went to live with her sister. As a member of St. Agatha's Parish, her activities included President of St. Agatha's Altar Society, membership in the Catholic Daughters of America, and the Archdiocesan Council of Catholic Women. She was responsible for many homes being Enthroned to the Sacred Heart. While living with her sister, she was a member of All Saints Altar Society. She worked 27 years for Dr. Roy Stearns and did volunteer work for the American Red Cross and for the Sellwood community. She is survived by her sisters: Marie Raetz of Milwaukie, Ada Larsen of Forest Grove, Anna Einerson and Elfrieda Collver of Portland, 19 nieces and nephews and their children. Office of the Dead will be Monday, July 16, 1979 at 7:30 p.m. at Portland Memorial Mausoleum. The Mass of Christian Burial will be Tuesday July 17, 1979 at 11:00 a.m. at All Saints Church. Interment will be at Mt. Calvary Cemetery. The family suggests that remembrances be contributed to All Saints School. DATES FROM EMMA'S FAMILY HISTORY 1827 - Bernard Pusch was born in Toeplitz, Austria 1849 - Bernhard Fallert Born 2 Mar 1849 in Baden-Baden Germany 1850 - Estimated time of Bernhard's mother's death 1859 - Bernhard fell into a vat of wine! 1860 - Estimated time of Bernhard's father's death 1860 - Anna Pusch was born March 31, 1860 in Teplitz, Austria 1865 - An uneducated guess at the year Wenzel Pusch came to Oregon with Julius, Frank & Marie 1867 - Estimated year Fr. Steven Fallert emigrated to Chile 1867 - Bernhard, age 18, came to Illinois with 5 brothers and 2 sisters. 1873 - Estimated year Fallerts left Illinois 1873 - Bernhard homesteaded in Tillamook, Oregon, then in Logan, Oregon 187? - Built a log home in Logan 1880 - Huge storm at Logan, Oregon 1880 - Bernhard went to work for Fish Hatcheries 1881 - Anna Pusch immigrates to US 1881 - Anna Pusch and Bernhard Fallert marry 1882 - Herman Fallert is born 1883 - Emma Fallert is born 1883 - Bernhard became Superintendent of Hatchery (at Carver?) 1884 - Bernard Pusch (Anna Pusch's brother) emigrated to Brazil, age 17 1885 - Carl Fallert is born 1885 or 1886 - Bernhard Fallert built a large new home in Logan, near the log home 1886 - Grandfather Bernhard and Grandmother Johanna Pusch visit Logan with daughter Mary 1887 - Elsie Fallert is born 1888 - Bernard Fallert resigned from the Fisheries 1889 - Marie Fallert is born 1890 - Bernard Fallert built a dairy barn 1891 - Ada Fallert is born (don't know if this was before or after grandparents returned to Austria) 1891 - Grandfather, Grandmother, and Mary return to Austria 1896 - Bernard Fallert sends for Aunt Mary Pusch to come to help before Anna is born 1896 - Anna is born 1897 - Bernard and Johanna Pusch go to Brazil 1897 - Aunt Mary Pusch comes to America, marries Carl Rothe, stays in Texas 1898 - Herman dies in a hunting accident 1900 - Aunt Mary (Pusch) Rothe returns to Oregon 1901 - Elfrieda Fallert is born 1901 - Bernard Fallert dies 1909 - Move from Logan to Sellwood 1928 - Emma and Elfrieda sailed to Alaska 1929 - Anna Pusch Fallert suffers a stroke 1942 - Anna Pusch Fallert dies 1945 - Uncle Karl Pusch died at the hands of the Russians 1976 - Emma moved in with Elfrieda 1979 - Emma dies BIOGRAPHY OF THE FALLERT FAMILY as remembered by Emma Fallert Broeren Edited by Marita McDonough At the age of 95 I am lucky to be alive. You may think you have nothing to do but sit and stew, thinking of the youthful days when life was happy and gay. Our dad at the age of 18 had a beautiful dream; Bernhard Fallert, our father, from Germany in the year 1867 came accompanied by sisters two and brothers seven. The state of Illinois was their aim. They came by boat and they came by train. All were very industrious; they all worked on farms and slept in barns. After Dad reached age 24, they all decided it would be best to move out to the Far West where progress would be best. Uncle Father Steven, a missionary priest spent his life in Chile SA; a marvelous sacrifice. Death age 82. The rest of his family moved to different states; they would meet at later dates. Uncles Anton and Frank settled on homestead land in Kalama Washington; Uncle Frank never married and died young. Uncle Anton lived on this same place with wife and four children until his death at the old age of 90 years. Mike, Ike and Aunt Theresa homesteaded land in Idaho and lived there the remaining years of their lives. Theodore to California. One dear sis died in Illinois. Dad took up a land claim which now is Tillamook City. He soon decided it was not his aim. Half the city was built on his property. Dad first worked on a rock crusher that was a buster for him; caused two leg fractures and head injuries. He sold out and to Logan Oregon he came to take up his final land claim; to have a permanent home of his own was his aim. A large log cabin he built with a large adobe fire place of rocks and clay, surrounded by beautiful timber trees as far as the eyes could see. The most beauty of all was the timber so tall; its growth so thick and strong would need muscle and brawn to cut it down. Several years later Anna Pusch, our mother, a darling young lady, alone from Austria came; a beautiful lady with complexion fair, eyes of blue, and golden hair; a bundle of laughter, smiles and joy. A delight for any boy. Anna received from Mrs. Frederick, her cousin and school mate, a letter that stated she knew a good young man Anna could date if she would come to the United States. Her family thought best for her future to come west. From Teplitz Austria alone mother left; in March of 1880 by sail ship she came; on the sea for six weeks she sailed. She often said how she missed her home town as here she was lonely. But when the two lovers met, it was love at first sight. It was easy to see why marriage was right. September 1881 in Portland they wed. Over a period of years eight children were born with love and tears. We were all happy and cheery. Herman a bright cheerful lad was born in 1882. He was nice looking, too; very bright; his parent's delight. At the age of 16 years he died; a hunt he went on, carried his gun cocked, stepped on a log. His foot slipped on the log; the gun slipped, the hammer struck and went off. Herman dropped to the ground dead, which left us all very sad. Emma, 15 months younger; Herman was her pal. Emma spent her days working in doctors' offices easing others pain Carl our farmer boy always filled with laughter and joy. Elsie, whose mind was always for others, also always happy and gay. Marie, a timid happy girl with eyes of blue and light hair and curls. Ada, with Marie, her pal, always kept us happy. Anna was our joy; she was studious and sincere. Little Elfrieda was born one week after the death of Father. She lit up our lives while we were in sorrow. The second school house built in Oregon was on our farm, Dad the ground donated. We had only a short way to go each day. We all enjoyed our farm life; all worked hard to make it a real home. Now we will talk about our love and work on the farm; its beauty and charm. In the East the morning comes with the rising of the golden sun, and the early morning breeze scatters golden rays of glimmering, glittering sunshine through the trees. Up in the early morn, just at the peak of day - Hi ho! Hi ho - to the barn we go, swinging our milk buckets to and fro, ready to milk our cows, number thirteen, giving us gallons of milk and cream. Milking the cows then straining the milk in the dairy. Feeding the cows their hay and herding the cows to pasture with joy and laughter. To the meadow we herd the sheep; back to barn we go watching the frolicking lambs, jumping and running as fast as they can Feeding the horses in their stalls, most useful farm animal of all. In the eve driving the cows to water, fill their stalls with hay and fodder. Feeding horses, cows, sheep and pigs; ducks, goslings, geese, hens and chicks. Then we had our fun; go horseback riding; phaetons, and buggies to drive. Running to the park singing like a lark; watching the birdies flying through the sky singing and singing a merry good bye. Telling the birdies flying above, "Emma in her garden sends them her love." The hours I spent in a day watching the bees flying far away, returning with loads of honey and wax. Yes living on the farms was a great charm. Then our fun begins now our work is over; we are in clover, hitching our horses to buggies, off to a far house dance we go. Dancing all night; home again by daylight. With two God-loving parents, morals and love is our inheritance. Each day we know how sweet and Holy were the prayers Mother taught us; we knelt at her knees. Father's work was hard, clearing the land mostly by hand. A Beautiful home life we had; I thank God each day for Guidance they gave; instilled in us with love, as they rest in Heaven above. I certainly will not sit and stew. At the age of 95 life will be prayer and Love - not a horrible bore. Thank God each day to let me pray for the souls who showed us the way, now are in heaven above praying for all of us so we can be with them some day. Several copies were written by Emma Fallert Broeren. Combined and edited by Marita McDonough, her niece (Elfrieda's daughter) January 2009 |
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Informação obtida com Marita McDonough. Casou-se com 67 anos e faleceu com 95 anos. Married when she was 67, she died at age 95. |