As far as I know, Dad never told me anything about his maternal grandfather. I don't think I had ever heard his name. However, once I started asking questions, Dad was more than happy to tell me all about the story of his grandfather and his grandfather's death.
The Meyer family had moved to Chicago because my great grandfather had gotten a job working for his brother's company. I was told that Fred Meyer fell off a train and then "lingered" for a while. His family (siblings) wouldn't allow a doctor to be called because they belonged to a "weird religion" (my grandmother's words) and didn't believe in doctors and/or medicine. He was "talking out of his mind" after his injury. Finally, Amelia (Fred's wife and my great grandmother) was able to sneak out of the house and get a doctor. According to the family story, my great grandfather died on the operating table. As if that weren't enough, his brother wanted to adopt Grandma Ada. He and his wife didn't want to adopt Grandma's 2 brothers or her baby sister. Just Grandma. I was told that Grandma got very upset, Amelia was having none of that nonsense from her husband's family, and she took her 4 kids and immediately moved back to Covington.
Al, Ada, and Walter Meyer--Not in the photo, Nona Meyer
Where to start? I knew his name, and I knew that he died between 1902 (when his youngest child was born) and 1910 (when Amelia was listed as a widow on the US Census). I first tried to look for Cook County death certificates for a "Frederick Meyer" who was killed by or on a train. Honestly, how many Fred Meyers could've been killed by trains in Chicago during those years? As it turns out, at least 2 others were killed that way. Moral of the story? Don't go near a train or its tracks if your name is Fred Meyer. However, my great grandfather's death certificate was not one of the ones I found.
I also looked at cemetery records, newspaper obituaries, and the Chicago city directory. And I was getting more and more frustrated. I was used to looking for uncommon names like "Kerkhoff" and "Vodde." Fred Meyer was kicking my butt.
I put this particular branch "away." But then, I would come back to it and get frustrated again. The brick wall was overwhelming, and I couldn't figure out how to scale it.
And then I flew with my friend Cindy. She has been doing this genealogy thing for decades and is a master. She asked me what brick wall I was up against, and I told her the tale of Frederick Meyer. She asked me some questions (where did my great grandparents meet, get married, where did Amelia's family live, etc.) and then told me, "Oh, they'd have an article about his death in the Covington paper." EUREKA! That made perfect sense and hadn't occurred to me. I was focusing and obsessing on the Chicago connection, but I had completely ignored the Covington aspect of it.
We also had a SLC layover (the reason why we had both bid the trip) and immediately headed over to the genealogy library when we got to the hotel. My dad had mentioned Covington's St. Aloysius Catholic church many times to me, so I decided to pull that microfilm and see if I came across anything.
St. Aloysius Catholic Church
Looking at Catholic sacramental records on microfilm can be quite a task. They're normally organized into Baptisms, Marriages, and Deaths for a specific time frame. And then you scroll into Baptisms, Marriages, and Deaths for another specific time frame. For me, my eyes start to glaze over as I slowly look at microfilm. One record leads to another and another and another. You get the idea. Especially if you don't have a specific document that you're looking for. And I was just looking for any name that was familiar (Meyer or Heger).
I thought I was still looking at Marriage documents when I stumbled across a document for Frederick Meyer. I saw his father's name, too (John Meyer--He's been another stumbling block for me). But I didn't see my great grandmother's name. I saw another woman's name! Had Fred Meyer been married before he married Amelia?? What was going on? I was trying to focus on the document, but I couldn't seem to make heads nor tails of it.
I walked over to Cindy and asked her for a new set of eyes. I'm sure she thought I was nuts since she knew exactly what it was as soon as she looked at it. It was his Baptismal record. Amelia made him convert before she married him! Yep, that sounds like a woman in my family. :) However, it had a notation which stated that this was a conditional baptism. Apparently, he couldn't provide proof of his baptism or didn't know if he had been baptized.
I also found their sacramental marriage record. They got married the day after his conversion to the Catholic church. I have to chuckle at my great grandmother's "strong arm."
The HUGE piece of info on this fabulous Catholic document was the name "Catherine Seip." I now knew the name of my great, great grandmother!
It's amazing how one "little" piece of information can knock down a huge chunk of that brick wall. Armed with this new name, I found three of Frederick Meyer's siblings on Ancestry.com. I found Cook County death certificates for two brothers and a sister. SCORE! I also found the 1880 US Census that told me that my great grandfather lived with his sister, Anna Mary Meyer Eisengart, and her husband, William Eisengart. And the Covington city directory listed my great grandfather as a tinner. And wouldn't you know, Mr. Eisengart was also a tinner.
I started to put 2 and 2 together. Perhaps Grandpa Fred didn't work for his brother but actually worked for his brother-in-law. That made sense.
During this part of my investigation, I followed up on Cindy's idea that there would be a mention of his death in a Covington newspaper. The Kenton Co. library's genealogy department is fabulous. And they came through for me again with an online newspaper headline index.
Kenton County Newspaper Headline Index
I typed in my great grandfather's name and found this:
INJURIES CAUSED HIS DEATH
Once again, I used Google and looked for information on his siblings. And I wasn't prepared for what I found.
LEAVES OF HEALING, VOLUME 13
His sister, Anna Mary, was a deaconess in a religion called the Christian Catholic Apostolic Church. Using Google, I quickly discovered that this was the religion my Grandma Ada told her kids about. In the early 1900's, this religion's leaders and followers didn't believe in the use of medicine or doctors. Another piece of the puzzle was in place. Online, I read as much as I could about this religion and its founder, John Alexander Dowie. BTW, this religion has nothing to do with the Catholic faith.
Wikipedia--Christian Catholic Apostolic Church
Wikipedia--John Alexander Dowie
After reading numerous things about this religion and its founder, I could only imagine what my great grandmother must have gone through. She was raised Catholic in a very Catholic city, and the closest "weird religion" she must have come into contact with was if she met a Lutheran (her husband). :)
She left her extended family behind to take her four children up to Chicago with her husband so he could take a job with his brother-in-law. I assume she must have been terribly homesick. I know that Aunt Nona was born in Covington in late 1902, and Grandpa had his accident in November, 1903. So they weren't in Chicago for an extended period of time. The only family she had in Chicago was her Meyer in-laws.
From what I've heard, Grandma Millie (Amelia) was a devout Catholic. I can't imagine what she went through after her husband's accident. She had four small children up in a city she wasn't familiar with, and her sister-in-law (if not others) was, according to the family story, keeping a medical doctor away from her husband. If I were her, I wouldn't be comfortable leaving my children with these people so that I could go and try to find a doctor in a city I didn't know. I also assume that she was not allowed to bring a Catholic priest to him so that he could receive the Sacrament of the Sick. As a Catholic, my great grandfather was entitled to that and should have received it. I get pretty angry as I think of the pain my great grandmother must have gone through during this. I get pretty angry as I think of a priest being kept away from him (I don't have proof that this happened, but I think it's a logical assumption). BTW, I made sure that he hadn't converted to his sister's religion. I e-mailed someone at the current church and asked if they could find any record of his conversion. The nice woman replied and told me that the only record they had was for Maria Anna Eisengart's conversion.
Did Amelia's family finally get up to Chicago to help? Remember, this was November and December in Chicago. Weather was probably crappy. And her parents and/or siblings would have had to travel through that.
Ultimately, did she sneak out (as the family story says she did) and get a doctor? Did one of her family members find one? I don't know.
I do have a copy of the coroner's inquest of his death. My great grandmother was one of the witnesses. Imagine having to give a statement concerning your husband's death while you and your four children are grieving. Another logical assumption, I believe, is that she must have been one hell of a woman.
I had solved almost the entire mystery concerning his death. I knew the circumstances, the date, the place, the religion, etc. But where was he buried? That missing detail seemed to bother my dad. He didn't know where his grandfather was. I felt a need to solve this last mystery for him.
The task seemed daunting. Do you have any idea how many cemeteries there are in Chicago? Do you have any idea how common the name "Frederick Meyer" is? I grabbed another beer and started googling again. Logically, I tried to figure out where he would have been buried. I remembered that I had read that Mr. Dowie had bought a town in Illinois named "Zion." Would his sister have buried him there? It was worth a shot.
Mt. Olivet Cemetery--Zion, IL
Was this "my" Frederick Meyer? The date seemed to match with his death in late December, 1903.
Frederick Meyer Burial Information
There was only one way to find out. I e-mailed the cemetery, gave them as much information as I had (each cemetery is different regarding what type of information they keep on the deceased) and hit "Send." A few days later, I had another fabulous cemetery worker to add to my "Favorites" list. She responded and told me that she had no information on Frederick Meyer except that his plot was bought by "W. L. Eisengart."
I had found him. My dad now knew where his grandpa was buried. This may seem like a small thing, but for me, it was huge. To give this gift of knowledge to my dad is one of the reasons I'm addicted to genealogy.
Dad asked me if his grandpa had a tombstone, and if so, what it said. I e-mailed the cemetery worker and asked her. She was darling and responded that he did have a marker, but she didn't know what it had engraved on it. However, she told me that she'd send the groundskeeper out to take a photo of it. She sent it to me the next day.
If any cemetery worker is reading this, please accept my thanks for your dedication and love for your job. Your enthusiasm and dedication are incredibly appreciated. I wouldn't have nearly the information I have for my ancestors if not for you.
Amelia Heger Meyer immediately moved back to Northern Kentucky after her husband died (she's listed in the 1904 Newport city directory) and raised her family. She suffered further heartbreak. Her young son, Walter, died in 1911 at the age of 12.
Her father died in 1912, and her mom died in 1921.
And then, Fred and Amelia's eldest child and son, Al, died a the age of 33.
Dad loved and loves his Grandma Millie very much. He describes her as a "grandma's grandma." She suffered much in her life, but it didn't beat her.