THE PAHL FAMILY BOOK OF REMEMBRANCE
HISTORY OF THE FREDERICK PAHL CLAN
from 1873 to 2003
Although you may not be a part of the Pahl Clan, you may wish to take a look at a FEW pages extracted from our 80-page documentary to get ideas for producing your family's history.
LIST OF CONTENTS
Cover Page, List of Contents, Foreword,
Humorous poem: Grandma Climbed the Family Tree
SECTION A - IN THE BEGINNING
The history begins with Frederick and Justina Pahl
A list of their children is given.
They named their oldest son Frederick.
He married Emilia Buchwitz.
Most of the narrative will be about the 7 children
of Frederick and Emilia Pahl
SECTION B - FREDERICK AND EMILIA
This section deals with the lives of Frederick and Emilia
SECTION C - THE FOUR ANGELS
Four of the Pahl children died in infancy
SECTION D - THE MAGNIFICENT SEVEN PAHLS AND THEIR
Seven of the Pahl children lived into adulthood,
and this section has pictures of their weddings, etc.
SECTIONS E, F, G, H, I, J, K
Each section is designated for each one of the seven Pahl siblings.
Here, information will be added from time to time when one of them and/or a
family member passes away.
SECTION L - FAMILY EVENTS
A few significant family events such as the parents'
50th wedding anniversary, family reunions, etc., are noted.
SECTION M - THE PAHL PICTURE GALLERY
Years ago, not too many pictures were taken, but for the few
photos that have been located,
this section contains interesting old-time photos.
GRANDMA CLIMBED THE FAMILY TREE
There's been a change in Grandma, we've noticed as of late.
She's always reading history, or jotting down some date.
She's tracing back the family, we'll all have pedigrees,
Grandma's got a hobby, she's climbing Family Trees.
Poor Grandpa does the cooking, and now - or so he states -
He even has to wash the cups and dinner plates.
Well, Grandma can't be bothered, she's busy as a bee,
Compiling genealogy for the Family Tree.
She has not time to baby-sit, the curtains are a fright.
No buttons left on Grandpa¹s shirts, the flower bed's a sight.
She's given up her club work, the serials on TV,
The only thing she does nowadays is climb that Family Tree.
The mail is all for Grandma, it comes from near and far.
A photo, a story, and history of those who are so dear.
A monumental project - to that we all agree,
A worthwhile avocation - to climb the Family Tree.
She wanders through the graveyard in search of dates and name,
The rich, the poor, the in-between, all sleeping there the same.
She pauses now and then to rest, fanned by a gentle breeze,
That blows above the Fathers of all our Family Trees.
Now some folks came from Scotland, some from Galway Bay,
Some were French as pastry, some German all the way.
Some went on West to stake their claims, some stayed there by the sea,
Grandma hopes to find them all as she climbs the Family Tree.
There were pioneers and patriots mixed with our kith and kin,
Who blazed the paths of wilderness and fought through thick and thin.
But none more staunch than Grandma, whose eyes light up with glee,
Each time she finds a missing branch for the Family Tree.
Their skills were wide and varied from carpenter to cook,
And thankfully, Grandma's research didn't yield a crook.
Preacher, janitor, trucker, doctor, some tutored for a fee,
Housewife, farmer - to name a few - are recorded on the Family Tree.
To some it's just a hobby, to Grandma it's much more.
She learns the joys and heartaches of those who went before.
They loved, they lost, they laughed, they wept - and now for you and me,
They live again in spirit around the Family Tree.
At last she's nearly finished, and we are each exposed.
Life will be the same again, this we all suppose.
Grandma will cook and sew, serve crumpets with our tea.
We'll have her back, just as before that wretched Family Tree.
Sad to relate, the Preacher called and visited for a spell.
We talked about the Gospel and other things as well.
The heathen folk, the poor, and then 'twas fate - it had to be
Somehow the conversation turned to Grandma and the Family Tree.
We tried to change the subject, we talked of everything,
But then in Grandma¹s voice we heard that old familiar ring.
She told him all about the past, and soon 'twas plain to see,
The Preacher was reluctantly snared by Grandma and the Family Tree.