|Birth: ||Nov. 17, 1813|
Bavaria (Bayern), Germany
|Death: ||Dec. 23, 1888|
Blacksmith and Wagonmaker born in Huckelheim, Kingdom of Bavaria. He came to the U.S. from Bavaria, Germany with his wife, Catharina Reis Kaus(Katherine, Kate, Catherine) and six eldest children. Father of Edmund Kaus, Elizabeth Kaus Wissel, Albert Kaus, Maria Kaus Minning, John Kaus, Regina Kaus Kemper, Baby Eva Kaus, Little Michael Kaus and Emilia Kaus Husman Jones. The family sailed from Rotterdam on the Batavier ship arriving in London on July 15, 1857. They continued to the United States on the C Grinell arriving in New York on August 31, 1857. Died from bronchitas hastened by a fall from a streetcar-suffocated. Interred on December 24, 1888. Funeral service was at Sacred Heart of Jesus Church Camp Washington in Cincinnati.
THE VILLAGE BLACKSMITH.
BY H.W. LONGFELLOW.
Under a spreading chesnut tree
The village smithy stands;
The smith, a mighty man is he,
With large and sinewy hands;
And the muscles of his brawny arms
Are strong as iron bands.
His hair is crisp, and black and long;
His face is like the tan;
His brow is wet with honest sweat;
He earns whate'er he can,
And looks the whole world in the face,
For he owes not any man.
Week in, week out, from morn till night
You can hear his bellows blow;
You can hear him swing his heavy sledge
With measured beat and slow,
Like a sexton ringing the village bell,
When the evening sun is low.
And children coming home from school
Look in at the open door;
They love to see the flaming forge,
And hear the bellows roar,
And catch the burning sparks that fly
Like chaff from a threshing floor.
He goes on Sunday to the church,
And sets among his boys;
He hears the parson pray and preach,
He hears his daughter's voice,
Singing in the village choir,
And it makes his heart rejoice.
It sounds to him like his Mother's voice,
Singing in Paradise!
He needs must thinks of her once more,
How in the grave she lies;
And with his hard rough hand he wipes
A tear from out his eyes.
Toiling — rejoicing — sorrowing –
Onward through life he goes;
Each morning sees some task begin,
Each evening sees it close;
Something attempted — something done –
Has earned a night's repose.
Thanks, thanks to thee, my worthy friend,
For the lesson thou hast taught;
Thus at the flaming forge of Life
Our fortunes must be wrought;
Thus on its sounding anvil shaped
Each burning Deed and Thought.
Catharina Ries Kaus (1819 - 1886)*
Edmund Kaus (1843 - 1930)*
Elizabeth Kaus Wissel (1844 - 1886)*
Albert Kaus (1849 - 1915)*
Maria Kaus Minning (1849 - 1933)*
John Kaus (1851 - 1931)*
Regina Kaus Kemper (1852 - 1942)*
Emelia Kaus Husman-Jones (1862 - 1939)*
Saint John Cemetery
Plot: Sect 7 Lot 58
Created by: Pami
Record added: Apr 08, 2010
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