Mrs. Anton Zobler was my Great-Grandmother.
She was born in Sudetenland which no longer exists. She was born in Aich House# 99, District of Karslbad, (Sudetenland) Czechoslovakia. She remarried after Anton Zobler died. She married Mr. Ebert (Egon Ebert's father after his wife Theresia passed away} and they had two daughters together named Amalie and Gertrude.
This photo was taken at the J. Kuegemann Studio in Karlsbad sometime between 1900 and 1909.
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Dear Ancestor
"Your tombstone stands among the rest
Neglected and alone
The name and date are chiseled out
On polished marble stone
It reaches out to all who care
It is too late to mourn
You did not know that I exist
You died and I was born
Yet each of us are cells of you
In flesh and blood and bone
Our blood contracts and beats a pulse
Entirely not our own
Dear Ancestor, the place you filled
One hundred years ago
Spreads out among the ones you left
Who would have loved you so
I wonder how you lived and loved
I wonder if you knew
That someday I would find this spot
And come to visit you."
Poem by Walter Butler Palmer
She was born in Sudetenland which no longer exists. She was born in Aich House# 99, District of Karslbad, (Sudetenland) Czechoslovakia. She remarried after Anton Zobler died. She married Mr. Ebert (Egon Ebert's father after his wife Theresia passed away} and they had two daughters together named Amalie and Gertrude.
This photo was taken at the J. Kuegemann Studio in Karlsbad sometime between 1900 and 1909.
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Dear Ancestor
"Your tombstone stands among the rest
Neglected and alone
The name and date are chiseled out
On polished marble stone
It reaches out to all who care
It is too late to mourn
You did not know that I exist
You died and I was born
Yet each of us are cells of you
In flesh and blood and bone
Our blood contracts and beats a pulse
Entirely not our own
Dear Ancestor, the place you filled
One hundred years ago
Spreads out among the ones you left
Who would have loved you so
I wonder how you lived and loved
I wonder if you knew
That someday I would find this spot
And come to visit you."
Poem by Walter Butler Palmer
Mrs. Anton Zobler was my Great-Grandmother.
She was born in Sudetenland which no longer exists. She was born in Aich House# 99, District of Karslbad, (Sudetenland) Czechoslovakia. She remarried after Anton Zobler died. She married Mr. Ebert (Egon Ebert's father after his wife Theresia passed away} and they had two daughters together named Amalie and Gertrude.
This photo was taken at the J. Kuegemann Studio in Karlsbad sometime between 1900 and 1909.
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Dear Ancestor
"Your tombstone stands among the rest
Neglected and alone
The name and date are chiseled out
On polished marble stone
It reaches out to all who care
It is too late to mourn
You did not know that I exist
You died and I was born
Yet each of us are cells of you
In flesh and blood and bone
Our blood contracts and beats a pulse
Entirely not our own
Dear Ancestor, the place you filled
One hundred years ago
Spreads out among the ones you left
Who would have loved you so
I wonder how you lived and loved
I wonder if you knew
That someday I would find this spot
And come to visit you."
Poem by Walter Butler Palmer
She was born in Sudetenland which no longer exists. She was born in Aich House# 99, District of Karslbad, (Sudetenland) Czechoslovakia. She remarried after Anton Zobler died. She married Mr. Ebert (Egon Ebert's father after his wife Theresia passed away} and they had two daughters together named Amalie and Gertrude.
This photo was taken at the J. Kuegemann Studio in Karlsbad sometime between 1900 and 1909.
=========================================================================
Dear Ancestor
"Your tombstone stands among the rest
Neglected and alone
The name and date are chiseled out
On polished marble stone
It reaches out to all who care
It is too late to mourn
You did not know that I exist
You died and I was born
Yet each of us are cells of you
In flesh and blood and bone
Our blood contracts and beats a pulse
Entirely not our own
Dear Ancestor, the place you filled
One hundred years ago
Spreads out among the ones you left
Who would have loved you so
I wonder how you lived and loved
I wonder if you knew
That someday I would find this spot
And come to visit you."
Poem by Walter Butler Palmer
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