My German/Danish Genealogy

GERMAN & DANISH GENEALOGY

Our ancestors came to America for many reasons but their courage brought each of us into what we are today.
CONTENTS OF THIS PAGE:
My Family Surnames
Sayings and Poems
Links You MUST Have
FREE Screen Savers
A Little Rolling Stone Music

SURNAMES GALORE!

Do you have an **AUTZEN** surname in your family tree?? (This Old Grandpa has been lost for TOO long!)

(1600-1997)
AUTZEN, AUERBACH/AUBACH, BERSCHEID, BOGGS, BOYSEN, BREGLAR, BURGARD, BURKHART, BURKHARDT, FENK, FUETTER, GAGBAC, GAULRAPPIN, GILL, GORMELLY, GOTZ, GUESS, FETTE, HEBENSTREIT, HUNZEN, JEPSEN, KAST, KIRSCH, LINK, LIPPOLD, LIPPOLDT, MUELLER, MULLER, PENCE, PETERS, PEDERS, PHEFFER, SCHMITZ, SCHLETZBAUMIN, SERVATIUS, STAHL, STEUTER, STREBER, VANGEES, WEISS, WOELTLE (spellings may vary)

Most originated in Lubeck, Birresborn, Bitburg, Mullenborn, Trier or Feldmoching, Germany

The AUTZEN/PETERS line came from Southern Denmark and Sweden.

Take a Peek at one of my Family Lines: AUTZEN

This is my Grandmother on the left, Anna AUTZEN MUELLER, and her younger sister, Monica Caroline AUTZEN Schmitz. The picture was taken in Muenster, Texas about 1904 before Anna's marriage to John Jacob Mueller.

Searching in or around:
MUENSTER(COOKE COUNTY),TEXAS?
JACKSON(WOODBURY COUNTY),NEBRASKA?
BITBURG, GERMANY?
FELDMOCHING (near MUNICH), GERMANY?
KIDING, TRAASBOL, DENMARK?
Maybe we are cousins?

HUMOROUS FINDINGS:

I can only please one person at a time. Today is not your day. Tomorrow doesn't look good either.

Genealogists don't die, they just lose their roots.

Genealogy is not fatal, but it is a grave disease.

Genealogists never die, they just lose their census!

I think that I shall never see, a finished genealogy.

Every family tree has its sap.

It's 2000. Do you know where your great-grandparents were?

What do you mean my Birth Certificate expired?

Genealogists are time unravelers.

I used to have a life, then I started doing genealogy.

This BEAUTIFUL Poem May Bring a Tear to Your Eye. It speaks volumes from these few lines.

FOREVER

There's a hole inside of me, It appeared some time ago..... the day my mother passed away. Tell me, why'd she have to go? I've tried to fill the hole up with other family, and I want to keep her memory alive, so I started her family tree. My search has brought me many kin who've helped to fill that hole, but I realize now, there'll always be an emptiness in my soul.

I guess that's just the way it is with people and their mothers... a special bond exists with them that can't be matched by others.

How many times had I heard her say "Someday I won't be here..."? I thought I'd always have her, though. Now all I have is tears.

I know she's with HER mother now. That's not what makes me sad. It's that I never asked her about our past, now, too late, I want to know soooo bad.

So please, God, when you see my mom, give her all my love. And tell ALL my kin that I'll see them again when I join them up above.

by Pam Carey Durstock

This FUNNY Poem Will Make Your Day!

GRANDMA CLIMBS 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 the 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 Grandpa's shirt, the flower bed's a sight. She's given up her club work, the serials on TV, The only thing she does nowdays is climb the Family Tree.

The mail is all for Grandma, it comes from near and far. Last week she got the proof she needs to join the DAR. A momumental project - to that we all agree, A worthwhile avocation - to climb 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.

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 crullers with our tea. We'll have her back, just as before that wretched Family Tree.

by Virginia Day McDonald, Macon, GA