Avoiding Making Fake News
This will re-publish as I make a return trip to Mission Aviation Fellowship -MAF. This time I am staying for a few days to volunteer in the fabrication shop. I am excited. Following is the background for this trip from a previous post.
“Your connections to all the things around you literally define who you are.” – Aaron D. O’Connell
“They that can give up essential liberty to obtain a little temporary safety deserve neither liberty nor safety.” – Benjamin Franklin, Historical Review of Pennsylvania, 1759
The Second Amendment and An Airport Converge
A people without the knowledge of their past history, origin and culture is like a tree without roots. Marcus Garvey
I have been diving into the histories of the families which converged into one and eventually made their home at Maison Steinbüchel, the Kansas Historic Landmark where we have made our home since 1988. I am grateful for the personal history put together in the book “A Living Gravestone” by Elisabeth Wilson Guldner, the daughter of Hermann Joseph Steinbüchel of Cologne, Germany, Marie-Louise’s second husband. In 225 pages she covers, to varying degrees, the family history from the 1100’s up to the death of her mother in 1947.
Stories are Gifts
- To compile family documents and record stories as she recalled them. Reading the book is like having a conversation around a fireplace, as you took a walk or even worked on some task in the kitchen or garden, with her.
- To honor her son who died in WW II and never found. There is a sense of her processing the last of her loss by preserving his story and the story of his family.
- Lastly, a third reason, which I doubt she had any conscious intention of: To provide valuable information on which the basis of an Historic Designation might be granted to a significant property.
As current owners and caretakers of this house, this book provides invaluable information from which to draw on. What a gift. The book is a perfect example of why we all, including you, should record in some way, your stories.
Was ist das Steinbüchel?
“Sometimes love isn’t fireworks, sometimes love just comes softly.”
― Janette Oke,
The time-line of Herman’s journey to Kansas where he met Marie-Louise
In summer 1988, after moving into Maison Steinbüchel, we tackled a pile of rubbish and sand from under the apple tree beside the garage along the alley. A trumpet vine had taken over the area, growing up into the tree, masquerading what was in store.
Once the vine and rubbish were removed, we discovered a large pile of sand and soil left over from a project the former owners had embarked upon. This was moved to the front corner to form a berm flowerbed.
As we reached ground level, we realized this was the site of an ash pit where decades of trash were burned. What began as a clean-up project was now an archaeological dig.
Patent Medicines Yesterday and Today
Aviation, Flight and Air Traffic Control
We have the original abstract of our Kansas Historic Landmark home dating back to the land grant of 160 acres from the Osage Land Trust. In past BLOG posts, I have told how three individual lives, immigrants from France and Germany, converged in Wichita, Kansas. How through love, hope, taking risks and even tragedy ended up as three blood lines merged into a family for which the Steinbuchel house is named. It took eight-teen years from the time the land was acquired via land grant, divided, plated and developed until 1905 Park Place was built in 1888. It was another nine-teen years before the blended Hahn-Stackman-Steinbuchel family made it their home in 1907.
Land Treading and Transfers
- 1870 – Land designated for grant from the Osage Trust Lands which were bought in 1820 via treaty
- 1873 – 160 acres, which included the land our house is on, was granted to Mr. George Sharpe
- 1871 – 40 Acres of the original grant was sold to Mr. William Polk
- 1872 – A portion of the land was sold to to Doc Lewellen – the same Lewellen who had the trading post a few blocks south.
Praise the bridge that carried you over-George Colman
The simple hearth of the small farm is the true center of our universe-Masanobu Fukuoka
The Stackman Bridge and Dam
“City commission yesterday voted to name the new Central avenue bridge for Frederick P. Stackman, father of Mrs. Rene Gouldner. He died 34 years ago at age 46 but had already amassed considerable holdings in Wichita real estate. Mrs. Gouldner was then but a child and remembers that the Little river was just a small creek, and the cattle feeding ground was on the site of the municipal pool. The Stackman farm of 130 acres in Riverside purchased by her father in 1882 was then “out in the country.” Mr. Stackman moved to Wichita in 1873 from Topeka.”
The Bridge Today
- The Woodman Bridge
- Turning Right on Central, the Stackman bridge
- then south onto Seneca, the Central bridge just after Museum (formerly named Stackman) Drive.