Father: David MINDLING
_Heinrich MENDLING _
_David MINDLING _|
| |_Mary A. ___________
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|--Dayton MINDLING
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| ____________________
|_________________|
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Father: Carl Henry MINDLING
Mother: Opel Cloyd MINDLING
_Jacob MINDLING ____
_Carl Henry MINDLING _|
| |_Anna Maria PETERS _
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|--Dwight MINDLING
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| _Sampson CLOYD _____
|_Opel Cloyd MINDLING _|
|_Laura Alice LEWIS _
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Father: Luther MINDLING
_Charles Frederick MINDLING _
_Luther MINDLING _|
| |_May HUMISTON _______________
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|--James MINDLING
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| _____________________________
|__________________|
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- BIRTH: 19 DEC 1863, Freidorf, Romania
- DEATH: 3 MAY 1942, Chicago, IL
Father: Joseph OTT
Mother: Veronika DINKER
Family 1:
Elizabeth KRISPIN
- +Elizabeth OTT
- Frank OTT
- +Josephine (Jeanne) OTT
- Julius (Frank) OTT
_Horner OTT ________
_Joseph OTT ______|
| |_Margaret VETZELER _
|
|--Joseph OTT
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| _Mathew DINKER _____
|_Veronika DINKER _|
|_Veronica UNKNOWN __
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Notes
BIO:"WE CALLED HIM 'ODA'"[1]
He was born in the part of the Austro-Hungarian Empire that is now
Romania on December 19th, 1871. Grandma and Grandpa always talked
about the town they came from as Temoschvarr, the "T" sounding like a
"D". Photographs that Oma (Elizabeth Krispin) had made before they
left Europe include the name Temos. I also came across this name when
trying to look them up at the genealogical library in Salt Lake City.
An attendant said this was the name of the Province. News reports of
unrest in Romania in 1990 mentioned rioting in a city called
Temosoarre. From this I inferred that some cities may preface their
name with the name of the province.
Anyway, that is where Oda was born. He and Oma married there and had
three children before Oda came to America in 1902. His family
followed him in 1903.
When we returned to Chicago in 1941 and lived below Mother and Papa on
4311 Sacramento I began to talk with Oda as a person. I wish I had
been more aware of a relationship like that and asked more questions
before I left Chicago. Anyway, about all I remember of what he told
me was that he met Oma at a dance. Her parents were some kind of
tradespeople and quite well-to-do. His people were farmers and not
considered suitable for Oma by her parents. They broke up once, but
couldn't stay apart. Lots of tears, etc. I think Oma was a little
spoiled and her parents gave in. If you knew Oma you would probably
agree.
My mother was not fond of her father and doted on her mother. She
said he was cruel to her mother and just wanted someone to go to bed
with. I thought he was great fun. He would tease us and play games
with us. I remember when I was little, he had a handlebar mustache
(which got shorter and shorter as he grew older, and finally
disappeared altogether). Anyway, we would pretend to touch it as we
sat on his lap, and he would growl sending us into flights of fright
and giggles. It was an irresistible game. He always gave us gold
pieces for birthdays and Christmas - I remember five and 20 dollar
gold pieces. I think they just got swallowed up in the Tallitsch
budget.
My mother said they were a very popular couple and had many friends.
They belonged to a singing club. They would meet at friends homes and
sing. Oda loved music and bought many records for his Victrola =
Caruso, GalliCurci, etc. I think Tony may have some of them still.
They went to a lot of dances. One I remember very well, was a church
festival held annually. It was called Kirkvei. I don't know the
spelling, that's how I heard it. That is where I learned to dance. My
grandfather and father would take me on the dance floor to dance and
wasn't I a proud lady!! I loved it. It was a wonderful dance. The
high point of the evening was when a large bush hung with many colored
silk streamers was auctioned off to the highest bidder. Then that
couple would waltz around the floor holding the bush. It was very
exciting. In between dances, the kids would slide across the floor
while their parents sat at tables and drank beer, I guess. I don't
remember that part.
Oma died in 1927 and I believe Oda was very lonesome as he went back
to Temoschvarr and brought back a new wife. This, of course, upset my
mother very much. Although she had been walking the 12 blocks from
out house on Bernard street almost every day to make his meals for
him. Tats and Jack lived with him for a bit, but when their boy was
born, it became an impossible situation. The new wife didn't live
very long. I don't know when she died, guess at that time I was too
busy living my own life. I just remember Oda coming to our house for
meals and mother trying to get him to eat salads which he said was
just for animals. Our family eventually went to live with Oda until
he died, on May 3rd, 1942.
Oda suffered a stroke, which paralyzed his left side. I can't
remember just when this occurred, but I do recall how he worked to get
back the use of his arm. He did very well, because he was able to
walk again. I can still see him sitting in his chair on the front
porch on Sacramento Street squeezing a sponge ball over and over
again.
He was good with animals, too. He had a french bull called "Sporty",
and always a cat. He and the dog and cat would take a walk every
evening up and down the street. It was a neighborly block in those
days, so there was always someone to talk with along the way. Both he
and Oma loved flowers. She had the yard one third covered with
flowers, and he the garden next to the house covered with lilies of
the valley, a pie cherry tree, and a big concrete bowl of geraniums
which was renewed every year. And the fragrance from the lilies of the
valley was lovely.
When automobiles made their appearance, he bough first a big touring
car called a Moline-Knight. He was not a very good driver, and one
time when he came out to the farm where we were living at the time, he
drove it into a ditch trying to pass a team of horses. It caused a
lot of excitement while another team was brought to pull him out. He
left most of the digging to my uncle Jack, who I am sure was just a
teenager at the time, being just ten years older than I am. After the
Moline Knight he bought a Hudson. This was the kind that I suppose
required a chauffeur. He had a window between the driver and the back
seat that could be rolled up and down. It had a luggage rack on top
and flower vases on the inside. There window shades that pulled up
and down, and were wonderful when used as a dressing room. I think
they were better than the black windows we have now. All in all I
think he was a great grandfather - I enjoyed him. _______________ [1]
This was written by Theresa Mindling in 1990.
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Father: Jim TAYLOR
Mother: Mary Ann THOMPSON
Family 1:
Brent Trevor BERRY
- Alexandra Caprice BERRY
- Austin Ridge BERRY
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_Jim TAYLOR ________|
| |___________________
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|--Kasnya Ward TAYLOR
|
| _Paul R. THOMPSON _
|_Mary Ann THOMPSON _|
|_Helen MINDLING ___
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