In the year
2000, while working on my family history, I wrote to my mother back in Ohio asking
her what she could remember about her grandma and grandpa Mihm. (Thomas Fredrick
Mihm 1852-1931 and Elsie Ann Dull 1853-1937) Mom wrote back but thought she
didn’t have much to tell. What she said however, gave me a much more vivid
picture of them than I could get form photographs and records.
Letter
from my mother, Virginia (Mihm) Kohus,1921-2003, dated, October 28, 2000.
They
were poor, very clean and my mom did not like my grandma, and I guess it rubbed
off on us kids. Grandpa Mihm as I recall was a very gentle man as was my dad.
They never showed any love or concern for us. Maybe that was the way things
were, I don’t know. Grandma and my mom got into an argument over my sister
Helen, (when grandma lived with us), my sister was pregnant and married, and my
grandma said she was a bad girl. Well, that really got to my mom. Mom said you
got a lot of room to talk. At that time I did not know about grandma’s birth
circumstances. Mom only told me when I was married and older. Well, mom called
Aunt Lucy, uncle Forest’s wife, and said I’m sending grandma to your house.
Grandma asked my dad for her checks, state old age pension money. Dad unlocked
his drawer and handed her the envelope. She accused my dad of stealing her
checks. One was up against the envelope. Well, that made dad angry at his mom.
My dad was as honest as the stars. Well now, picture this. Mom packed the cloths
and the taxi came and my grandma went out with her thunder mug in one hand. I
imagine my dad took her cloths out to the cab and she never came to our house
again. I do not think grandma cared much for my dad as she did for Uncle Forest.
Now
when dad was seven he worked in a saw mill and got caught in the saw and was
hurt really bad. The doctor wanted to amputate his leg but grandma said no. He
had a limp and his hand was crippled with one or two fingers missing, forgot how
many. I guess they needed the money and dad suffered all his life because of it.
I do not know if they grandma and grandpa owned their home or not. I can
remember down to the last tee what the inside of the house looked like, the
furniture and the rooms. I never was in the second floor. When I was a baby, mom
tells a story. They went to the house and laid me on the bed and grandma said,
supper over dishes washed nothing left but a piece of squash. Mom said never
mind, I gotta nurse Virginia. Now, mom liked grandpa Mihm. He thought mom was so
smart because she drove a car, but would argue with mom over politics. He was a
republican and mom was a democrat. I never heard my mom say anything against
grandpa, only grandma. I think he was a farmer but I don’t know where or for who
or for himself. That was never talked about and when I got to know them I guess
he was too old to farm and the state sent them a check every month.
So,
what was there to like?? I do not remember any one of them saying a word to me,
taking my hand or anything. I only remember sitting on the old couch while mom
and dad was there, and me sneaking a look into the little red room that had 2
double beds in it with a big trunk at the end of the path through the room. I
can’t say I did not like them, really I did not know them. Even when grandma
lived with us she never was friendly as I can recall. One day I was down the
street at my girlfriend’s house and Mrs. Felger said, Virginia, isn’t that your
grandma walking down the sidewalk? And sure enough, it was, her with an apple
and a knife just gumming away on the apple. I ran home and told my mom. Someone
went and got her. I think she was just a cold woman. Maybe she was ashamed of
her birth. In those days it was horrible not like today. I can imagine my dad
was torn between his mom and his wife, I really don’t know. The work of grandma
fell on my mom, I know that. I guess I just can remember how clean and in order
the house and yard was. Then they had only those push mowers. According to the
picture of my grandpa, he sure looked like any poor person. To this day, no one
knows where in Rockford Cemetery they are buried. Don’t know why but my aunt
Ollie never was in on the care of grandma. She did enjoy poor health; Ollie was
the only girl my grandma and grandpa had. She married Perry Wiseman and they had
one girl, Pauline. Pauline was a nurse that took her training at the general
hospital in Cincinnati.
That
is the story of my grandma and grandpa Mihm. Nothing to put in the genealogy
folder that I can see. I would sum it up that they were poor, very honest people
that taught one of their son’s, my dad, honesty and work, truthfully, just one
great dad. For that I say thank you grandma and grandpa Mihm.
Love
you, Mom