The Nick Hockert Family

Anna Marie (1860) was my mother's oldest sister. We called her Aunt Emma to distinguish her and Anna Renner, a younger sister. Others may have called her "Ahmee" which is a derivative of Anna Maria. Anyhow she was married to Matt Kotschevar and at the time of their marriage they lived in Evansville where Matt was in the mercantile business. He died in 1886, 50 Aunt Emma came, with her two daughters, Ann Lorsung) and baby Barbara (Pischke) to stay with my parents until she could again be on her own. She then moved into Millerville with her family, occupying a small house just as you enter town. She remained here through my early childhood and later lived with Barbara and Frank Pischke.

My Grandpa, Nickolas Hockert, stayed with Aunt Emma and Barbara in Millerville too. He was a portly man and not at all active. It was the custom of some European's to drink wine instead of water. Evidently, Grandpa had to much of the former and one night he fell out of bed. Poor Aunt Emma and Barbara were unable to hoist him back into bed, and I suppose he wouldn't exert himself either, so they called my dad to assist them. He had to harness up a team and drive into town to get Grandpa back into bed. What a circus!!!

Aunt Emma also cared for Uncle John Hockert who lived in a small house just north of Stariha's Hall. They would take food over every day as he was a bachelor and a war veteran. When I would visit with Aunt Emma and Barbara, they would ask me if I would be so kind as to take a plate of food to Uncle John. He was huge in stature and wore red underwear, and besides this, he was gruff in his mannerisms. I was so scared of him, I would set the plate down and beat it as fast as I could back to Aunt Emma's.

They had a large garden east of the house and also a barn for the cow. Barbara would milk the cow, saving some for their use and selling the rest. One of their favorite vegetables, and ours too, was sour green beans made with grape vines. The beans were first cooked, then cooled. Next they were put into 1/2 gallon jars and the grape vines or leaves were stuck on top of the jar. The process would ferment much like cabbage for sauerkraut, and then we would cook this by pork. Food was simple and every garden item had to be preserved to add variety to the meals.

Barbara made a living as a seams tress to support herself and her mother. She made the wedding dresses for Johnny's Annie and also for my sister, Carrie. The bodice was a series of small rows of tucks followed by rows of lace. Aunt Emma would do the basting by hand and Barbara did the intricate sewing on the machine. The types of cloth available in those days were: cotton, taffeta, wool and satin.

When Aunt Emma's daughter, Ann Lorsung (Mrs. Tony) died, Aunt Emma and Barbara went over to Tony's to help raise the family of youngsters; Msgr. Lorsung, Matt (Fats), the twins Marcella and Hildegard, Jerry and Adelbert. Later, they moved in with Barbara and Frank Pischke in their house. Jerry and Hildegard's husband, Bill Gappa, later worked for Barbara as her husband had too passed away.

One interesting story to relate here. My Joe had a new car, a Maxwell I think, and we picked up Barbara and Millie Hopfner to see "Ben Hur. " It had rained and the roads were mostly trails anyway. The mud and ruts were so deep that Joe burned out the car snaking through the mud. Millie and Barbara cried so at the movie that both of them had several handkerchiefs soaked. After we got home, Millie and I talked till morning. No matter how hard and difficult Barbara's life was, she always found "the silver living" with a good hearty laugh.

Nickolas Hockert (1862) was my mother's only surviving brother. He married Caroline Dobmeyer and they farmed the original home place. Diptheria hit the family early on and my dad went many times there to help them. Only Nicky and Barbara survived the disease. Later Annie, Ferd, Math, Tillie and George were born. They were very frugal. One time Uncle Nick's came to our house and it was the custom to look at people's gardens for pastime and perhaps to grab a ripe tomato or pull a carrot to eat on the spot. He looked over the garden and saw bushels of ripe tomatoes lying on the ground. He said, "Shunt das Laura kanned keine tomatoes, alles lagt full. " I had already canned 70 quarts. In later years, they moved into a new home just west of Millerville, on property they owned and remained there until they died. He and his wife were my only Uncle or Aunts who continued to speak the German language.

Anna Renner (1864)was Ma's second oldest sister. She married "Uncle Joe" Renner as we called him. He was a plumber and they lived in Alexandria. They had four children: Joe, William, who became a priest and later a Msgr. and first rector of the St. John's Seminary, Collegeville, Minnesota, Clara (Flanigan) and Michael who died in his teens from TB.

Before he died, Mike was bed ridden for several years. Aunt Anna took care of him. She carried food up the stairs three times a day, bathed him and the bedding was always fresh and wrinkle free. He prayed the rosary all day long. He, too, had wished to become a priest.

Aunt Anna was a rather stout woman, but this never interfered with her work habits. I had never seen a house so clean! Each morning she would take a fresh white rag to wash up the floor. After it dried, she took a fresh white dust mop, put oil on it and then would polish the floor vigorously. It just shone! When her son became a priest, beggars would come to the rectory door for handouts, so she canned around 300 pints of a mixture consisting of potatoes, carrots, onions and meat to he heated quickly so they would have a hot meal. This was the forerunner of "Meals on Wheels," ha!

A few words are necessary here about Father Renner. Father Renner's first parish assignment following his ordination on December 17th, 1917 was the parish at Brandon. Brandon had previously been served once a month by priests from Alexandria and Osakis. Father Renner came to Brandon in 1919. At the time of his appointment, the parish did not own a rectory. Shortly after his arrival, he purchased the Theo. Olson home for $4,500. In 1922 he became pastor of St. Mary's, Alexandria and his Bishop allowed him to remain there for many years to help care for his mother who had a broken hip as the result of a car accident. She never had the hip "set" and as a consequence never walked again.

During Father Renner's early pastorate the following was added to the church: new marble alters and wrought iron ornamentation, a new pipe organ (donated by Mrs. F. R. Noonan) was installed. She also donated a lot adjoining the church grounds giving the property a very attractive setting. Under Father's able administration, the parish had seen its full development in the diocese.

It was during Father's pastorate in Brandon that he visited us on the farm many times on a Sunday afternoon. He also knew his folks would be there too. So about 2:00 p. m. there would be knock at the door, and he'd be standing there with a big smile and a happy "Hi, I'm here again. " He would also compliment my mother's cooking, "Aunt Bertha, your dinner was most delicious. " One of the many characteristics Ma's mother passed on to her children in the few years she lived was to always be polite and courteous. This trait was now being passed on to the second generation.

One time Father came to the farm unannounced. We were doing the evening milking at the time. Here comes four priests into our barn. I had on an old dress and these priests were all dressed in new black suits and stiffly starched white collars. Well, we finished milking, I washed and changed and then played the piano. Three of them joined in singing, but one that they jokingly called "Caruso" couldn't sing and so remained the audience.

After Aunt Anna's hip accident, they still came to the farm and Father Renner and my Joe would carry her into the house on a chair. This was quite a load and Father's back finally gave out. I loved to visit her too and she would always make me feel so welcome. One time it was the Lenten Season when we were to refrain from lunches in the afternoon, but she had just baked fresh bread and so she cooked coffee for the bread and homemade jam. Her eyes just twinkled while she ate. I came to visit her shortly before she died. She was suffering from Dropsy (a condition where water is retained in the body) and when I came into the room, she wanted to say "Laura" but could only get the "La" before she choked. The fluid had gotten into her lungs and she could no longer take even a half-breath. She passed away shortly. I missed her so. When I would be in Alexandria, I would say to myself, "there is no one to see here anymore that Aunt Anna is gone. "

Barbara (Sister Jerome, O. S. B. from St. Benedict's, St. Joseph, Minnesota) was the youngest in the family. She was the only one born in America Jefferson County, Missouri). Her mother died shortly after giving birth and this is perhaps the reason she became a nun. She lead a most austere life teaching regular classes and music in the following parishes: Pien, Luxemborg, Eau Claire, Wisconsin, Lake Henry, Perham, New Munich, Dumont and Browerville. The life of a nun in those days was one of extreme self denial. I'm now recalling her days while at Browerville because this is when I became old enough to appreciate a difference in how people lived. Her room was worse than a prison cell. It contained a simple cot, no mattress, a bare unpainted floor, a wash stand but no mirror and no closet to hang her clothes. The "habit" she wore consisted of layers of woolen garments, long underwear, a heavy slip, undershirt, robe, and a stiffly starched whimple. In the heat of the summer while visiting her sister, Emma and Barbara, her clothing would become soaked with sweat, She was allowed to come home for a visit once every ten years, but wasn't allowed to sleep at her own father's house.

The food at the Browerville Convent was of a poor quality as most of the Sisters lived on what food the parish people brought them. We were there one time and for dessert they had Huckleberry pie; Sr. Jerome shook no to me as not to take any because it tasted so awful. She wrote one time that I should write her saying that my mother was ill so she could have an excuse to come home, she was so homesick for her earthly family. I was too young to understand the circumstances of her desire and never wrote back to her. This bothers me to this day, "how I could be so stupid. "

When my father died, she came for the funeral and after the Mass and lunch at our home, it was time to leave. She cried so hard that it was almost a scream.