His wife's name was Anna. All were born in Stremy Then I have Matej Mathias Krajnik Do these data match to yours? I would appreciate more details, especially on Krajniks. Offer extensive Krajnik family tree. Eduard Krajnik, krajnik math. I'm looking for the family of Grace Khail b.
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I believe she lived somewhere around Manitowoc. He had been active up until a little more than a year ago. Since then he had been confined to his bed. He would have been 96 years old Feb In spite of the hardships of early pioneer life, when the elder Cizek helped to hew out a farm with the aid of oxen, he actively engaged in farming until , a span of 58 years.
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Even after retirement he helped with chores for many years. Funeral services will be held Wednesday at 10 A. Interment will be in the Kossuth National cemetery. The deceased was born in Trem, Bohemia, in At the age of 14 years he with his family started for America, the journey by sailing vessel requiring 12 weeks on the stormy Atlantic before New York was reached. The passenger train on which they were riding collided with a freight train and many persons aboard the train were killed.
They boarded a boat at Chicago and proceeded to Milwaukee where the women and the children remained and the men and boys walked to Manitowoc county to purchase land. That was in After locating a homestead in Kossuth, they returned to Milwaukee by boat , loaded the families and provisions on ox carts and began the long journey northward to the new home. Locating near Kellnersville, the Cizek family cleared the land for the erection of a log cabin and worked many weeks to clear sufficient land so that the solid could be tilled. Later Mr. Cizek acquired his own farm near Polifka's corners which is now operated by his son.
He had the misfortune to lose his buildings in a fire but they were rebuilt. Cizek married Marie Shara who preceded him in death in After giving up active farming the elder Cizek still assisted his son in the operation of the farm. Survivors are three daughters, Mrs. Anna Spevacek, Ravenna, Neb. Rose Cizek, Kossuth; and Mrs. The body is to be removed to the home Tuesday from the Husar and Wachal parlors at Kellnersville. Buriel plots in the Bohemian Cemetary outside of Racine. And some of the landlord's stuff, they'll just say the rats must have eaten it if he asks.
Gee's like, annexed his room as an art studio anyway. Frank says they can move in with HIS mom, but Mrs Iero is terrifying about laundry and Mikey is pretty sure she'd murder him in his sleep because of his socks or something. They spend half the day hanging out in their favorite diner, drinking coffee and planning and looking through the ads in the 4 billion newspapers that get left behind when people have finished their half-caf semi steamed mochas.
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There are, as Mikey expected, depressingly few places that are even close to their price range, and when they call, even those places - all in the terrifying bad part of town - have gone. Gerard is outside, grinning like a half-rotten pumpkin, mouth stretched wide and showing all of his tiny ridiculous teeth, and waving a flyer at him. Mikey raises his what the fuck eyebrow and waits for Gee to come inside and explain himself.
I found you guys a place! None of the strips are missing. Large penthouse apartment in a period property, two beds, one and a half bath, kitchen, lounge, study, box room. Eight and a half minutes. Gerard stands up and runs towards Frankie making grabby hands at him, and Mikey gathers up all their shit from the table. It is nice. There are big, old-fashioned houses, and wide streets and huge fucking gardens and shit. Frankie is much better at all the Miss Manners shit that old dudes like than Mikey or Gee. Frank grins at him. Would you like to see the property?
The house is fucking amazing , the entrance hall is huge and square, and the stairs curl up round the walls. There are nine apartments, it looks like, and as they head up Mikey counts two numbered doors per floor. There are a fuckton of stairs. Gerard pokes him in the shoulder. There are about a MILLION doors - the two bedrooms, the half bath off the master bedroom, the main bathroom, the kitchen, the lounge which has these fucking SWEET windows that look out over the trees in the back yard , the kitchen which is, like, the size of their whole last apartment and has a fucking table and chairs in it , the study which Gee totally claims as his room, whatever, they can get a futon and the box room and then all these OTHER doors that, like, open into closet kinda things built into the shorter bits of the roof.
It is su-weet.
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They almost tumble back down the stairs in their hurry to get to Mr. They sign the lease and then spend half an hour driving around to find a phone box to call the guys to come help them move their shit in. Mikey mostly hides from Otter. Hiding in the shadows of the fireplace in the entrance hall is how Mikey meets Ed, who lives on the 1st floor and has a weed farm in the back yard.
Ed gives him a fuckton of weed as a bribe not to call the cops. It is awesome. Ed and his awesome weed totally explains why Mikey is still mostly living out of boxes three weeks after they move in. Gerard going home, however, means Gerard coming back. He can totally get his room tidy.
Mom and Gee will be at the apartment in, like, an hour, and he's still fucking surrounded by boxes.
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Who fucking knew that hanging band shirts in order could take so long? Like, okay, he had to restart a couple of times until he decided that it was easier to remember the year the shirt was issued, rather than when he'd acquired it, but, like. Mikey slumps on the floor behind the biggest pile of boxes. Fuck it, he can totally hide them in the roof space, he's unpacked enough stuff that Mom won't notice that it's not all there.
Mikey twists the stiff wooden catch on the door into the roof space and opens it. It makes a creak loud enough to wake the dead who are probably sleeping inside. Dead people or spiders, probably. It's dark inside, and there are a whole lot of coats hanging up, like someone used it to store their winter gear and forgot about it when they moved out.
Mikey shrugs, more coats will be useful in the winter and they've forgotten to pay the heat again, and he grabs the nearest box and shoves it inside.
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He figures if he pushes it right to the back there should be enough space for everything, but it's fucking heavy and he ends up folded almost in half to put his full weight behind it and it still takes for ever to reach the back and the coats keep catching on his back and in his hair and it's fucking freezing and Ed's weed is fucking psychotropic. Fucking Ed.
Normally Mikey just gets, like, zorbing colors and really big hands and shit when he takes acid, not, like, a forest with tweeting birds and mud and fucking trees that keep catching in his hair oh my God. Mikey tugs at particularly ferocious branch that's gotten totally tangled in his hair, but when he eventually gets it loose he trips over a tree root and falls headlong into a stream.
He has just long enough to wonder if this is his brain's interpretation of a broken pipe before he passes out.
When Mikey wakes up, his head is throbbing slightly, but he's sitting on something soft and wrapped up cosy warm. He can hear a crackling noise and there's a smell like Elena's kitchen when he was little. He doesn't have his glasses on and everything is blurry. It must be a maine coon or some shit, and it's pushing his glasses onto his face with a paw. Um, hi? Like, he figures he should probably be polite and shit, but he's not really good at that. We've not had one of your kind here for a very long time. Everyone will be most excited to meet you!