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22. Emilie Wilhelmena August[5]Kienow(Ludwig) (A23). Born, 14 Dec 1856, in

Germany[6]. Died, 4 Aug 1928, in Faribault, Rice Co., MN[17]. Census:

1900, in Faribault, Rice Co., MN. Census: 1885, in Faribault, Rice Co., MN.

She was called "Amelia" on the census listings. Her obituary states that she came to the U.S. from Germany in 1881, and arrived in Faribault shortly thereafter.

Annabelle Day: "I think my grandmother did most of the cooking on a wood-fired stove. I remember their dining-room table was long - and had a bench for sitting on the side toward the wall so it could be used when needed."

She died of arteriosclerosis and gangrene of the feet. According to her obituary, funeral services were held at the German Lutheran church.

Liz Langguth, ca 1995, from Don Wood: My mother's parents, Frederick and Emily Wolf, emigrated from Germany to the U.S. around 1880 when my mother was two. They (there were three children then, a total of eight later) settled in Faribault, Minnesota, where Grandpa found work in a local foundry.

They and their home are part of my childhood that I haven't forgotten. My earliest memory is that of being not only surprised but also of being very upset when one of my mother's sisters appeared to help me dress in the room where my mother had put me in bed the night before. I was told that my mother had had to go away for a few days and that I'd be staying with Grandpa and Grandma. Actually my mother had gone to the hospital for the birth of my younger sister. I suppose I adjusted, but I remember nothing else beyond that morning. I was not quite 4.

The Wolf's house had two bedrooms downstairs, a good-sized living room, a long dining room, and a large kitchen. I think there was an upstairs because I caught a glimpse of stairsteps beyond a door that opened and closed on a latch. I think what I saw were narrow green stairs, but that part of the house always seemed mysterious to me.

The kitchen was meaningful to me because of two remembered incidents. One occurred a few months after my sister was born. She was baptized in my grandparents living room one Sunday afternoon. The minister wore a full flowing robe, black, that terrified me. My screams forced my aunt to remove me to the kitchen. I know she held me while she sat on a chair that was just inside the kitchen door.

The kitchen was memorable for another reason: aromas! One summer my family drove to Park Rapids for a cousin's wedding. I was taken to spend that time with Grandpa and Grandma Wolf. Why? I don't know, but I know it was not a punishment. Every moring I awoke to the delicious smells of bacon and eggs. Somehow bacon and eggs never smelled as good as they did that summer when I was 7 or 8. Besides the tempting breakfasts, I received from Grandma but arranged by my mother, a penny after lunch ever day ( a nickel on Sundays) to spend at the candy store about two blocks away.

I don't remember what I did all day, but I probably read, and I am sure I used the tire swing not far from the kitchen door. There was a sandpile to play in too.

Grandma's "company" china fascinated me. I can still visualize the mixture of blue, white, and gold. I wonder what happened to them.

Grandpa smoked a pipe-I can smell its fragrance now-and often in the evening he and grandma sat on a bench outside the back door. There were no sidewalks or patios but grandpa had built a wooden platform and walkway from the house past the shed and on to the outhouse. The boards were a weathered grey color. I suppose I explored the shed where tools were kept and where stacks of wood for Grandma's cook stove were stored.

Grandma died in that house, in the same room where I slept when I visited there. Grandpa then lived with one of my mother's sisters until he died a few years later.

She married Frederick Wolf .

Center: Back yard, Faribault