THIS IS VERY IMPORTANT TO ME AND TO ALL OF MY DESCENDANTS:
Regarding the premise that your grandfather, Charles Albert Hirsch, had a Spanish father and not his father, Albert Martin Hirsch.
All of my children's grandfather, paternal side, is Albert Martin Hirsch, son of Henry Hirsch and Karoline Schafer Hirsch.
If you need any proof of this, go to Alpena, South Dakota, and look up one of your many, many Hirsch cousins. You-all of you-look exactly like them. I mean, you will think you are looking in a mirror. Your grandfather is Albert Martin Hirsch. You are from German Jewish stock and that includes the darker complexion, kinky black hair, and dark brown eyes.
Albert Hirsch was as great a grandfather as grandpa Pearson, and grandpa Pearson was a living saint-filled with love-so you understand the comparison I make. Grandpa Hirsch was such a loving and supportive father to me and we love each other very much. Some of you never got the chance to meet him because he died before Charlie was born, but he adored Debby and Becky and always carried one of Debby's barrettes and one of Becky's pacifiers in his right front pocket. When he died, your grandfather and I placed the barrette, the pacifier, and one of Charlie's diaper pins into the earth-we dug a little hole- at the left side at the head of his coffin and buried those three items. Your grandfather was so anxious to have grandsons, and he was anticipating Charlie's birth when he passed. Albert Martin Hirsch is buried in the cemetery at Ruthven, Iowa where he was a mechanic for John Deere and later worked in a garage as chief mechanic. He was voted Iowa's "Mechanic of the Year", but I'm not sure which year-either in late 1940's or 1950's.
As I was saying, your cousins in South Dakota know they are Jewish, but are of the Lutheran faith. The Hirsch family founded a little Lutheran Church in a small town in the area somewhere around Alpena. Your grandparents, Henry and Karoline Hirsch immigrated to South Dakota from Russia where they had been driven out after a pogrom. Southwest Russia. Neuarizia and Puterstahl were the names of the towns. They were farmers and tailors and, of course, Hasidic Jews. Their story is told in the movie, Fiddler on the Roof. To understand their lives, I highly recommend watching this movie, then you may understand why when they-and many other Jews-came to America and dispersed from Ellis Island to the northern Mid-West (SD, MN, IA, NE, ND), they then claimed to be German (not German-Jews) and converted to the Lutheran Church which is a Church with origins in Germany. (The Reformation-the beginning of the Protestant Movement and covers everyone except for Catholics and Mormons.)
Tomorrow we will look at our Hirsch family over the centuries, as we prepare for Yom Kippur and the Kol Nidre.
Regarding the premise that your grandfather, Charles Albert Hirsch, had a Spanish father and not his father, Albert Martin Hirsch.
All of my children's grandfather, paternal side, is Albert Martin Hirsch, son of Henry Hirsch and Karoline Schafer Hirsch.
If you need any proof of this, go to Alpena, South Dakota, and look up one of your many, many Hirsch cousins. You-all of you-look exactly like them. I mean, you will think you are looking in a mirror. Your grandfather is Albert Martin Hirsch. You are from German Jewish stock and that includes the darker complexion, kinky black hair, and dark brown eyes.
Albert Hirsch was as great a grandfather as grandpa Pearson, and grandpa Pearson was a living saint-filled with love-so you understand the comparison I make. Grandpa Hirsch was such a loving and supportive father to me and we love each other very much. Some of you never got the chance to meet him because he died before Charlie was born, but he adored Debby and Becky and always carried one of Debby's barrettes and one of Becky's pacifiers in his right front pocket. When he died, your grandfather and I placed the barrette, the pacifier, and one of Charlie's diaper pins into the earth-we dug a little hole- at the left side at the head of his coffin and buried those three items. Your grandfather was so anxious to have grandsons, and he was anticipating Charlie's birth when he passed. Albert Martin Hirsch is buried in the cemetery at Ruthven, Iowa where he was a mechanic for John Deere and later worked in a garage as chief mechanic. He was voted Iowa's "Mechanic of the Year", but I'm not sure which year-either in late 1940's or 1950's.
As I was saying, your cousins in South Dakota know they are Jewish, but are of the Lutheran faith. The Hirsch family founded a little Lutheran Church in a small town in the area somewhere around Alpena. Your grandparents, Henry and Karoline Hirsch immigrated to South Dakota from Russia where they had been driven out after a pogrom. Southwest Russia. Neuarizia and Puterstahl were the names of the towns. They were farmers and tailors and, of course, Hasidic Jews. Their story is told in the movie, Fiddler on the Roof. To understand their lives, I highly recommend watching this movie, then you may understand why when they-and many other Jews-came to America and dispersed from Ellis Island to the northern Mid-West (SD, MN, IA, NE, ND), they then claimed to be German (not German-Jews) and converted to the Lutheran Church which is a Church with origins in Germany. (The Reformation-the beginning of the Protestant Movement and covers everyone except for Catholics and Mormons.)
Tomorrow we will look at our Hirsch family over the centuries, as we prepare for Yom Kippur and the Kol Nidre.
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