Grampa's Left Arm and Other Stories: Tracing My Immigrant Roots from Galicia to Pennsylvania
By Jim Tirjan
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A memoir and a history, Grampas Left Arm tells the story of Jakob Tirjan and Annie Kaufold, immigrants who settled in southeastern Pennsylvania in the early 1900s. Their village on the Austro-Hungarian eastern frontier faded into history when the province of Galicia came under Polish rule after WWI.
The Authors curiosity about the origins of his name led him to explore Eastern Europes troubled twentieth century history and the societal transformations which shaped his political perspective of the United States. Ethnic clashes, the Red Scare, the KKK, fair wages and strikes, even the Business Plot were all heated topics around the dining table. These arguments planted the seeds of curiosity about the origin of his name. No one in his family knew for sure if Grampa Tirjan was really Austrian, as he claimed, or exactly where he had come from. But they all agreed that greedy captains of industry and politicians had their own interests at heart and working men and women had to look out for themselves.
Jim Tirjans post-WW II all-American boyhood echoed many of the major events of the century: wars, the Depression, Communist spies, the isolation of rural life, lives painfully disrupted in modern industrial society and our fascination with and dependence on the automobile. Grampa Tirjan labored at Baldwin Locomotive Works while Grandma Annie ran a boarding house. Jims mother bought a new 1931 Plymouth for $530 with housekeeping wages. Jim picked string beans with prisoners and earned a masters degree. His story is told with humor and compassion and a great appreciation for the forces of history we ignore at our peril. Was Grampa Tirjan really an Austrian? Indeed and then some.
Jim Tirjan
Jim Tirjan’s lifelong love of history has grown while researching his grandfather’s life and times. He attended Quakertown High School and Lehigh University, holds a M.S. from Union College and worked in several high-tech fi elds throughout his career. He lives in California with his wife and two dogs. This is his first book. Contact him at jim@tirjan.com
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Grampa's Left Arm and Other Stories - Jim Tirjan
Grampa’s Left Arm
and Other Stories
Tracing My Immigrant Roots
from Galicia to Pennsylvania
by
Jim Tirjan
iUniverse LLC
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Grampa’s Left Arm and Other Stories
Tracing My Immigrant Roots from Galicia to Pennsylvania
Copyright © 2013 by Jim Tirjan.
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CONTENTS
Acknowledgements
Introduction
Chapter 1 Smitty’s Workshop
Chapter 2 The Spy Who Lived Down the Lane
Chapter 3 Hede Massing
Chapter 4 America Fever
Chapter 5 Grampa’s Left Arm
Chapter 6 Kill Me!
Chapter 7 Hoover Flags
Chapter 8 The Fighting Quaker
Chapter 9 Making Hay
Chapter 10 City Brothers, Country Sisters
Chapter 11 Ice Cream in December
Chapter 12 Musical Maccabees
Chapter 13 The Suitcase
Chapter 14 A Free Man
Chapter 15 Good Friends, Displaced People
Chapter 16 Driving to Cuba
Chapter 17 Lost Best Friends
Chapter 18 Being Austrian
Chapter 19 War
Chapter 20 History of Galicia
Appendix I
Chapter 21 Who Are the Galizien Deutsche?
Appendix II
Chapter 22 Maps of Europe in the Twentieth Century
Bibliography
For Paul
Far away places with strange-sounding names
Far away over the sea
Those far away places with the strange-sounding names
Are calling, calling me
ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS
Many thanks to Eddie Bauer, a long-time Haycock resident, who provided much useful old and new information about the area. Thanks also to Margie Goldthorp Fulp and Karina Sturman Rilling at the Haycock Historical Society for their support of this project.
In writing this book I was glad to reconnect with my Uncle Joe Schmidt, whom I remember in the book as ‘Smitty’, and my cousins Larry Bobiak, Ed Tirjan and Carol Tirjan Mueller. Fortunately Larry put me in touch with an archivist at the Fabian Collection in Nürnberg Germany, who provided most of the information about Königsau, the Austrian village from which my grandparents emigrated. My fellow memoirists in Ann Thompson’s classes offered helpful advice and encouragement. Thanks especially to my brother, Fred, who dug invaluable family photographs out of his attic and gave me a place to stay when I returned to Pennsylvania to do research.
I have reprinted Philip Semanchuk’s interesting article (as Appendix I) about his grandfather who was born in that village and settled in the same area of eastern Pennsylvania as my grandparents. I have created the maps in Appendix II using information from several sources, highlighting locations specific to my narrative.
It would not have been possible to do research for this book were it not for two historical events that happened in the 1990s: the collapse of the Soviet Union and the rise of the Internet (or more specifically, the World Wide Web). In neither case did this result in an immediate flood of information. Over the years, however, researchers have gathered a trove of stories and historical information that would have been lost as generations died off. The researchers’ work not only continues—it accelerates, as once-confidential files are opened, once-secret stories are told and books are written.
Finally, it is both a curse and a blessing to have my wife edit everything. And I mean Everything! Her recommendations, patience and prodding have been invaluable throughout this process. I wouldn’t and couldn’t have done it without her.
Parts of this story appeared in www.broadstreetreview.com and the Haycock Historical Society newsletters in 2012.
Thank you all,
Jim Tirjan
Campbell, California 2013
INTRODUCTION
When the third grade teacher asked each of us where our families were from, I answered, Australia in a tiny voice. She was most impressed because nearly every other kid said Germany. That night my mother smiled when I told her I answered Australia and corrected it to Austria. I never made that mistake again—but this wasn’t the last time I had to tell somebody where the Tirjans were from. It happened my entire life. The problem is, I never knew much beyond the name of the country until now.
Dad would say, We’re Austrian. We’re different. I could see our family was different. My grandparents and parents spoke a German dialect different from the Pennsylvania Dutch common in our community; Mennonite girls wore distinctive bonnets and long dresses. The Pennsylvania Dutch had lived in southeast Pennsylvania for hundreds of years; the Tirjans arrived in Haycock in 1931. We were Roman Catholics: they were strict Protestants. Our family drank beer and wine. We liked music, cars and good clothes.
Different, yes, but where did the Tirjans come from? Other immigrants in our town, kids my age, Latvians for instance, arrived after WWII so they knew exactly where they were from. All I knew was that all four grandparents were from a village called Königsau in Galicia, but I had no idea where that was. The earlier generations died before I was old enough to ask them any more about it.
Now, with the time and the technology to discover where they lived before they emigrated, I have learned a great deal about land they left behind. Thanks to the web I filled some voids in my family background and have a broader grasp of twentieth century history as a result. Wars and the Depression affected the Tirjans in ways I had not imagined. Grampa’s Left Arm is both a memoir and a history tailored specifically to my family’s lives.
CHAPTER 1
Smitty’s Workshop
Chrimminy, Schwartzie, put that stuff away now! The kids are here. Hand me a three-quarter inch box wrench,
Smitty bellowed from under the car. My uncle Joe Schmidt, Smitty, had just graduated from high school. Now he was happily up to his ears working on his ’48 Hudson Commodore Eight in the old tractor shed on his parents’ farm in Haycock. Mike and I gazed in awe at the white number 6 painted on the door.
1948 Hudson
I was almost nine the summer of 1950 when my cousin, Mike Tirjan, and I spent a whole week with our grandparents, Bruno and Eva Schmidt. Their farm had everything a boy could want: fruit to pick and eat, cows to chase and a dog that knew tricks. We loved being at the farm especially when the fruit was ripe. Mike and I ate cherries. We ate apricots. We ate plums and carried buckets full of them back to the kitchen for Grandma to can. We picked beans and peas, tomatoes and corn. Grandma made wonderful pies, cakes, dumplings and cobblers. She wasted nothing: whatever we didn’t eat went into the root cellar.
We caught lizards in the swamp and camped out in the woods at the end of the cow pasture. Idyllic, yes, and hot: July weather in Pennsylvania is humid and sticky day after day. The only way to cool off was a swim but, since neither Grandma nor Grampa ever drove a car, we pestered Smitty to take us at the dam on the Tohickon Creek. He had finished high school and was waiting to join the Army.
Oh, that Smitty!
my folks, Joe and Eva, would say, rolling their eyes and shaking their heads, which made him all the more glamorous to me. Although he still lived at home, Smitty was completely occupied with his high school buddies and only occasionally stopped by family gatherings. I had never understood what my parents meant when they rolled their eyes but this summer I hoped to find out.
Johnny Schwartz, Smitty’s high school buddy, swung his feet off the workbench and tossed a magazine into a wooden box. It flopped open to a picture of a woman’s naked body. Wow, I had never seen anything like that. This vacation was really going to be fun. Then, just like an old-time movie calendar, the pages fanned shut.
Hey, how are you guys doin’?
Smitty said as he skidded across the flattened cardboard boxes which kept him off the oily floor. His face and arms were smeared with grease and a lit cigarette hung from his lips.
I hear you want to go for a swim,
he called cheerfully. Me, too. First I have to get this trannie back in. Lend me a hand, will ya?
We leaped to hand him a tool as he slid back under the grey Hudson with yellow flame-painted fenders.
Smitty’s shed was really my dream shop. Outside, old Hudson doors and fenders of various colors were strewn among ragged blackberry bushes. Inside, Amey Lumber Company calendars with pictures of bosomy women wearing skimpy carpenter outfits hung beside rusty license plates and old Pennzoil, Skoal, and Rolling Rock signs. A heap of muffler parts filled one corner. A delicious smell of oil, gas and sweat hung in the air and shafts of brilliant sunshine pierced the smoky darkness. A flyspecked bulb dangled from an overhead beam. An extension cord looped over a beam to connect a beat-up AM radio blasting pop tunes and baseball scores. There on the shelf next to the radio sat the box with those interesting magazines.
Smitty liked having us around because our picking fruit and stuffing our faces freed him up to spend more time on his car.
It’s hot,
Smitty said. Why don’t you wash Number Six?
He slung himself into the driver’s seat and backed the car out of the shed. That’ll cool you off.
Yes, it would! We sudsed the car, paying particular attention to the lovely yellow flames and the big racing Number 6 on the driver’s door. As he sloshed a final bucket of clean water across the hood he said, Okay, guys, let’s go for a swim!
Smitty packed Mike and me and Grandma’s dog, Shep, into the Hudson and headed