| THE BEGINNING:
* Grandparents immigrated from Holstein, Saratov, Russia, to Winnipeg, Canada May 1912. * Four children accompanied them: Fred b.1900, Dave b.1902, Molly b.1905 and Kay b.1911. * All four children born in Holstein. * Deaths: (Fred 1964, Dave 1957, in Winnipeg) (Molly 1990s, Vancouver) (Kay 1997, Deep River) * Kay Yauk married John Hochban April 28, 1934. Had two children, Ken and Norm. |
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Reinhardt Yauk left Holstein for South America (1890's) before he married. Its very possible he was sent as a delegate, by the Volga community, to examine emigration possibilities. He returned to Holstein, married Katie Fritzler and raised his family of four. However it is apparent he had the desire and will to leave Russia which the family did in 1912 (Canada). |
| REINHART YAUK:
(1871-1950)
My grandfather was as one of the most peaceful, simple, laid-back, person I've witnessed. Yes I met him when he was 70 but this is my memory. He went about his simple work every day without complaint of any sort except whenever I re-arranged his hallowed garden with trying to make a golf course out of it or when I made an Igloo in the winter and it turned into a large chunk of ice in the spring. One year, after Xmas, my friends and I collected every Xmas tree we could find and built a huge fort on Grandpa's garden plot. This didn't go over very well as the pine needles would have poisoned the earth. He had to personally dispose of 100 trees. One other complaint arose when my father John built a 12x12 car garage in the back yard over a piece of the garden. I think tears flowed that day. |
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As you can see the GARDEN was the life blood of my grandfather. Everything
revolved around this which was a trait of most of the Holstein Germans.
In spring seeds of peppers, tomatoes, and other vegetables would be planted
in home made wooden boxes and placed on the window sill for sun. It seems
to me that some of this occurred in late February. All these seeds were
saved from years passed or if a particular plant grew a phenomenal specimen,
then these seeds would become the beginning of a new try. Reinhardt knew
what he was doing since his plants always produced prime results much to
the delight of our family. Every meal had goodies from the garden.
In the fall the earth was always taken care of and recycling was a way of life with any organic leftovers. A part of the plot was used for mulching everything, grass, leaves, meal leftovers, etc. and plowed back into the garden with simple hand tools. |
| Grandfather's eyes were invariably getting progressively worse, so
his solution was to visit a 5&10 store, or the like, and pick out from
a common box a used pair of glasses that may improve his sight somewhat.
It must have worked for him since he never complained, in fact I don't
recall him ever seeing a doctor except for one instance when my mother
Kay forced him to have a necessary operation.
His solution for repairing teeth was twofold. If a tooth bothered him he would tie a thread around it and yank it out. I witnessed this twice and thought he was great, I was 8 to 10 yrs old. His second solution was to only eat softer food or grind it into softer mush. Many was the time, every day I think, he would bring out his WOODEN SPOON he made, and have a bowl of milk and home made bread. Soups where always around and in fact were a staple meal in this family. |
| Reinhardt at some stage had dug out a semi basement under part of the
house to hold a coal furnace plus cold storage. Veagies like potatoes,
root products, sauerkraut, pickles, anything that can be preserved were
made and stored here. In the fall he spent a week away in a smoke house
with other Holstein friends making SUMMER SAUSAGE. They had to live and
sleep in this smoke house to ensure that the sausage cured properly and
keep temperatures constant. When he came back he had processed enough summer
sausage for our family and friends for a year, however, these 2 ft sausages
had to hang in the semi basement to cure to a rock hard consistency, then
Xmas was the big sampling time. Wonderful, my greatest memory of German
food, summer sausage, with a slice of German black rye bread, homemade
pickles, cheese, a sample of homemade wine (kids had a sample), GOOD!
This basement also held an enclosed coal bin and furnace. My grandfather would arise each cold Winnipeg winter morning, go outside to access the basement,(since the only way down was from a slopped undercut under the back porch), and stoke the furnace. He wanted to do this, it was part of his routine, thus we all stayed in bed until Grandpa warmed the house. |
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| One particularly bad winter the wind had piled snow so high it blocked
our doors & windows and grandpa was stuck, there was no way out to
feed the furnace or to clear the snow. Fortunately young John Dalinger
next door had access to shovels and he cleared our back door enough for
grandpa, who was excited by now, to get out and on with his own shoveling
action. He was always the first to shovel snow on the street, and in Winnipeg,
with their broad streets, the 668 St. John walkway was invariably cleared
of snow first.
One morning, around 2:00 AM, everyone was fearfully awakened to very load voices. The whole family appeared in the kitchen to the source of this noise, and there was grandpa with the radio blaring away listening to Queen Elizabeth's coronation from London. He didn't know how to turn the volume down on my Dads' radio. He was however very thankful and respectful of any identification with the Crown, who he perceived as allowing immigration to Canada, and this feeling was preeminent with most German immigrants in Winnipeg. |
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German was the language of this household where English was understood
but not freely spoken by my grandparents. This was fine for me since I
could understand what was said but unfortunately was never able to speak
German. Funny situations arose whenever my fathers German got confused
with the Yauks lo-German dialect. Their conversations took some strange
turns sometimes or ceased entirely.
Above all, Reinhardt was an extremely religious individual even to the point of absurdity. Every spare moment of the day was spent in reading the German bible, and I'm sure this amounted to 3hrs/day. He went to Christ Lutheran Church whenever it had a service, sometimes staying for the 2nd service, then he would also participate in the Mennonite Church. My mother told me he was always like that so religion was extremely important for him. In fact he quietly died in his beloved church pew, Feb. 5-1950, which seems the most peaceful way an individual can pass away and it happened for him. I am very proud of this grandpa and feel fortunate we lived with him for the 7 years we did. We moved back to Toronto in 1948. |
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KATHERINE FRITZLER-YAUK: (1881-1945) Grandma was in poor physical shape and the main reason we had moved from Toronto to Winnipeg, in 1941, to help her out. However this did not mean that Katie gave up on things she could do. In fact she remained the prime cook in this family and always had fresh homemade bread baking in the oven. Sundays were the prime fancy meal day where chicken, pork, or beef roasts were featured in the many German or Russian ways. Homemade soups were always available: Navy bean soup with sweet donuts; milk based potato-cauliflower-or string bean soups, with a dash of vinegar thickened with what we call Ionbra (roux). |
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Grandmas tour de force which we have never fully duplicated is called
"Berok". Basically a very simple special potato bread dough enclosing cabbage,
onion, and meat mixture, which is baked to perfection; then most important
of all, eaten with watermelon. Berok time was celebration time!
Since my fathers background is Austrian-Hungarian (Donauaschwaben) and my other grandmother Magdalene Hochban lived near-by, Katie became proficient in learning the cooking secrets of these Germans: Chicken Paprikas, Wiener Schnitzel, Goulash, Dumplings, Stuffed Peppers, Krautsalad, Kipfel, and the greatest desert of all Strudel. I have since passed on these old recipes to my 7 children and hope the tradition carries on. |
| Grandma Katie loved to knit and sew since all forms of homemade wearing
apparel kept appearing around the home for everyone. Especially those homemade
slippers I still wear today. Every year grandpa returned from somewhere
with a huge bag of unprocessed wool which he dumped on our front yard verandah.
Then Katie took action. She first had to remove any foreign objects from
the wool, like twigs or dirt, and then began the conversion to many balls
of wool.
This is where I came into play or anyone else she could entice. While she pulled strands of wool from the pile, she would wrap these strings around my outstretched arms. Try holding your arms out in front of you for any extended time, it Hurts! Finally she would use the back of chair spokes to complete the process, dye the the wool, then spin it on her ancient machine. Just think, I saw all this happen during grandmas short stay with us. I'll never forget her. |
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Grandma Katie was similar to Reinhardt in her quiet ways. I never remember any shouting or anger unless it came from my 4yr old brother Norm Mathius Hochban who knew how to rabble rouse. One evening when my parents John and Kay (Yauk) Hochban were visiting others, my grandparents were left with the job of putting Norm and myself to bed. This was the time for Norm to rebel since he deemed he had easy prey in our grandparents. He began the actions of many small kids when they refuse to go to bed and finally dropped his pants and stuck his bare bum out to my grandparents. Instead of reacting like many people would at this point, Reinhardt and Katie started laughing, to the point of tears. This must have shamed my brother so much, when he didn't get the reaction he expected, that he pulled up his pants and marched straight into bed. |
| It was impossible for grandma to move very far consequently she seldom
got out of the house, go to church, or even take a car ride in our model-T
Ford. It eventually reached the point where grandma Katie was totally bedridden
finally passing away Mar 9-1945 at age 64. My grandparents headstone says
it all:
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