This brave man immigrated to the United States with his wife, Erna Clara (nee Thomas) Zech in 1925 from Germany.
To this union were born three sons in the United States, Arthur Conrad Zech, 8-23-1927, Carl Harry Zech, 7-21-1932 and Herbert Thomas Zech, 9-17-1938. Herbie, as he was called, died on March 19, 2002 in Ravenna Nebraska from lung cancer.
Because of our grandfather's German ancestry the Feds came to his home during WWII and confiscated the guns he used to provide food and protection for his family. He was told they would be returned after the war but this was never to be.
Our granddaddy was a hard working farmer who loved the Lord and the land. He would raise the crops and farm animals and my grandmother Zech would cook from scratch the bounty and put before us the most wonderful meals. She made delicious homemade German noodles and great raisin pies.
As kids we would make the trek with our parents from either Tennessee or the Carolinas and spend time on the farm. They lived in a big farm house that even had a secret passageway from one bedroom to another! Oh, how we loved exploring that house!
We have many memories of picking fresh tomatoes then cleaning them under the cold pump faucet before biting in and letting the juices run down our chins! There were many barn cats and we'd giggle with excitement when granddaddy would be milking the cows and spray the cats and us with the milk from the cow's teats!
We would sit on the fence and let the baby calves suck our toes! We became very fond of one in particular and noticed one day that he was missing, only to be told he was on the dinner table. That was a hard pill to swallow for a wee one but one that we now understand.
We miss our grandparents every day and now, as older adults, look forward to a glorious reunion.
To this union were born three sons in the United States, Arthur Conrad Zech, 8-23-1927, Carl Harry Zech, 7-21-1932 and Herbert Thomas Zech, 9-17-1938. Herbie, as he was called, died on March 19, 2002 in Ravenna Nebraska from lung cancer.
Because of our grandfather's German ancestry the Feds came to his home during WWII and confiscated the guns he used to provide food and protection for his family. He was told they would be returned after the war but this was never to be.
Our granddaddy was a hard working farmer who loved the Lord and the land. He would raise the crops and farm animals and my grandmother Zech would cook from scratch the bounty and put before us the most wonderful meals. She made delicious homemade German noodles and great raisin pies.
As kids we would make the trek with our parents from either Tennessee or the Carolinas and spend time on the farm. They lived in a big farm house that even had a secret passageway from one bedroom to another! Oh, how we loved exploring that house!
We have many memories of picking fresh tomatoes then cleaning them under the cold pump faucet before biting in and letting the juices run down our chins! There were many barn cats and we'd giggle with excitement when granddaddy would be milking the cows and spray the cats and us with the milk from the cow's teats!
We would sit on the fence and let the baby calves suck our toes! We became very fond of one in particular and noticed one day that he was missing, only to be told he was on the dinner table. That was a hard pill to swallow for a wee one but one that we now understand.
We miss our grandparents every day and now, as older adults, look forward to a glorious reunion.
This brave man immigrated to the United States with his wife, Erna Clara (nee Thomas) Zech in 1925 from Germany.
To this union were born three sons in the United States, Arthur Conrad Zech, 8-23-1927, Carl Harry Zech, 7-21-1932 and Herbert Thomas Zech, 9-17-1938. Herbie, as he was called, died on March 19, 2002 in Ravenna Nebraska from lung cancer.
Because of our grandfather's German ancestry the Feds came to his home during WWII and confiscated the guns he used to provide food and protection for his family. He was told they would be returned after the war but this was never to be.
Our granddaddy was a hard working farmer who loved the Lord and the land. He would raise the crops and farm animals and my grandmother Zech would cook from scratch the bounty and put before us the most wonderful meals. She made delicious homemade German noodles and great raisin pies.
As kids we would make the trek with our parents from either Tennessee or the Carolinas and spend time on the farm. They lived in a big farm house that even had a secret passageway from one bedroom to another! Oh, how we loved exploring that house!
We have many memories of picking fresh tomatoes then cleaning them under the cold pump faucet before biting in and letting the juices run down our chins! There were many barn cats and we'd giggle with excitement when granddaddy would be milking the cows and spray the cats and us with the milk from the cow's teats!
We would sit on the fence and let the baby calves suck our toes! We became very fond of one in particular and noticed one day that he was missing, only to be told he was on the dinner table. That was a hard pill to swallow for a wee one but one that we now understand.
We miss our grandparents every day and now, as older adults, look forward to a glorious reunion.
To this union were born three sons in the United States, Arthur Conrad Zech, 8-23-1927, Carl Harry Zech, 7-21-1932 and Herbert Thomas Zech, 9-17-1938. Herbie, as he was called, died on March 19, 2002 in Ravenna Nebraska from lung cancer.
Because of our grandfather's German ancestry the Feds came to his home during WWII and confiscated the guns he used to provide food and protection for his family. He was told they would be returned after the war but this was never to be.
Our granddaddy was a hard working farmer who loved the Lord and the land. He would raise the crops and farm animals and my grandmother Zech would cook from scratch the bounty and put before us the most wonderful meals. She made delicious homemade German noodles and great raisin pies.
As kids we would make the trek with our parents from either Tennessee or the Carolinas and spend time on the farm. They lived in a big farm house that even had a secret passageway from one bedroom to another! Oh, how we loved exploring that house!
We have many memories of picking fresh tomatoes then cleaning them under the cold pump faucet before biting in and letting the juices run down our chins! There were many barn cats and we'd giggle with excitement when granddaddy would be milking the cows and spray the cats and us with the milk from the cow's teats!
We would sit on the fence and let the baby calves suck our toes! We became very fond of one in particular and noticed one day that he was missing, only to be told he was on the dinner table. That was a hard pill to swallow for a wee one but one that we now understand.
We miss our grandparents every day and now, as older adults, look forward to a glorious reunion.
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