You would be astonished at all the byways a person can travel while on the trail of Civil War veterans. There I was, reading the posts on a genealogy forum for Antrim County, and a question popped up that I had an answer for. I love that.
It seems that a genealogy buff in Norway is following up on a twig on the family tree: one Josie Reppen, who went to live in northern Michigan, of all places, and ended up right here in Antrim County. She lived out along the Flat Road with her first husband, Godfrey Simon; a few years after his death she remarried, this time to Clyde Baker. Did anyone over in the wilds of Antrim know anything about either of them? Well, yes, a little–and then the coincidences began. They always do. Once a person has caught your attention, you see, you run into that person everywhere.
First of all, Lars? Here’s a photo of the gravestone for Josie and Clyde over in Lakeview Cemetery.
That’s Kurt Koerber, who helped me find the stone. One of his jobs is to take care of the cemetery, and he pretty much knows where everyone is. Near Clyde and Josie’s graves there’s another for Clyde’s brother Stub (Nelson, really, but nobody ever called him that). Clyde and Stub’s parents, William Baker and Ida Harrington Baker, are there, too, in an older part of the cemetery.
If I had grown up around here, instead of in Rhinelander, the Home of the Hodag, I would have known Clyde Baker. Everyone knew Clyde. Anyway, I have been inside his childhood home, because it belongs to Barb Higgins now, and she operates Simply Hair out of the front room of the old Baker place.
I was over at the Wilkinson Homestead museum looking for more photos of Civil War veterans when I ran across one of Clyde Baker as a young man. Handsome, isn’t he! He’s posed in front of one of those painted backdrops photographers used to use to add a little atmosphere to the shot. I didn’t find one of Josie, though. I’ll keep my eyes open.
Then, because Lars really wanted to know exactly when and where Josie died, I did a little detective work. It turns out that she had a severe heart attack and died at the Little Traverse Hospital in Petoskey on January 17, 1965. I am too frugal to pay the Emmet County Clerk for a copy of the death certificate, but I found a little obituary in the Central Lake Torch, January 21, 1965, page 8.
A few months later, a death notice for Clyde Baker appeared in the Torch, page 7. He had died on October 24.
Over in Kathy Windiate’s office at the Township Hall–she’s the Township Clerk, Lars–there was a ledger recording all the burials for that period. Here’s a copy of the pages showing a burial record for each of the Bakers, signed by John Smith, who was the Sexton in 1965. We are unaccountably missing the burial permits, but these things happen, Lars.
So, that’s about it. If you want to see what Josie’s new home was like, browse around here on Torch Lake Views a little. In a lot of ways, we haven’t changed much. Lots of lakes, lots of woods, lots of rolling farmland. I’m pretty sure she liked it here, Lars. I hope you enjoy your visit, too.
Carsten
September 14, 2010
Interesting as always.
Lars is a lucky guy, having your kind of a private detective searching for ancestors. Bravo Gerry.
Gerry
September 14, 2010
Good morning Grandpa Carsten!
I can never resist a mystery, and I was completely hooked as soon as I realized that some of the people in Lars’ story are connected to some of my Civil War veterans. And he’s from Norway. Josie was from Norway. That makes them practically cousins.
Although my Gram told me that when she was growing up, the Norwegian immigrants in the north woods looked down on the Swedish immigrants in the north woods, and my mother told me their descendants were still scrapping 50 years later. (Nobody, Carsten, ever looked down on the Danes. I think it was the cookies. Anyone who could make such excellent treats must surely have been north woods royalty.)
Now, of course, things are different. I buy my Swedish sausage from Sonny Szejbach and all the Andersons and Molines and Jensens eat tacos at least once a week.
And things are the same, too . . . but that’s another post entirely.
Anna
September 14, 2010
So very interesting about one’s roots and history and life lived. That is why old, old buildings and houses fascinate me because of the stories untold held within the stone, mortar, and wood. My, Gerry, with all your historical research, you could craft a mighty fine historical novel. 🙂
Gerry
September 14, 2010
I’m finding the fact more compelling than the fiction at present. Who knows what form(s) the final work might take?
P.j. grath
September 14, 2010
Love to see all those connections you’ve unearthed. Following the “five degrees of separation” rule, shouldn’t you be related to these folks, too?
Gerry
September 14, 2010
Probably am, somewhere out there. Who knows?