George Ferdinand C Orlowsky1,2
M, #105, b. 9 November 1877, d. 18 July 1950
George was born in Germany on 9 November 1877.1,3,2
George Ferdinand C Orlowsky was employed as a minister.
The start of World War I caused the United States to institute a draft registration. As the war continued to drag on, they instituted their third and final draft registration. This added men who were between the ages of 18 and 21, and 31 to 45 years of age. It included younger men than the previous registrations, those who were born between September 12, 1897 and September 12, 1900; and added an older group of men, born between September 12, 1873 and September 12, 1888. George Ferdinand C Orlowsky filled out a draft card on 12 September 1918 at Billings, Christian County, Missouri, USA. He was employed as a minister. He was described as short height and medium build, with blue eyes and blond hair. Frieda Caroline Orlowsky was listed as his nearest relative.2
He witnessed Conrad Friedrich Stoerker's death in St Charles, St Charles County, Missouri, USA, on 13 June 1927. A hemhorage was a contributory factor. He died suddenly.4,5,6,7,8,9,10,11,12
From 1928 to 1939, George was a member of the local committee of the St. Charles location of the Evangelical Emmaus Homes. From 1929 until his death in 1950, he served as a member on the Board of Directors.
George always considered service to the sick and the spiritually distrubed a major part of his ministry.
George Ferdinand C Orlowsky was mentioned in a lettter sent by Julia Stoerker to Flora Altenbernd and William John Altenbernd on 13 June 1929. St. Charles, Mo.
June 13, 1929
Dear Flora & William
I didn't forget to write. I've just been so busy - and since momma wrote you soon after the announcement of little John's arrivals, I put off writing until now when there are no more lesson assignments made for the next day.
Although I'm rather later, I congratulate you most heartily, and I hope that little John will fill your lives with sunshine. I don't know what gifts he may have received by this time, or what he could still use, so I'm enclosing a dollar for which you may get him a little remembrance or put in his bank. I'm real anxious to see him. Carroll and Emma were here this P.M. and we told Carroll that you would bring John along in a basket. He looked so funny and said, "in a basket?"
I hope you and John are well. I suppose Helen is still with you. You spoke so much of Helen when you were here that I almost feel as though I've met her. Its fine that she can be with you. And how is little Homer? The cow sure must have been working good when Alma was up there or we wouldn't have had that delicious cottage cheese, ha, ha! Guess you know what I mean. I believe that was the best cottage cheese I ever ate. No wonder Alma got so fleshy - you fed her too well.
Rev. Orlowskys celebrated their silver wedding anniversary last Sunday. Ella, mamma, Mrs. Rev. Schmale, and I were out there. It was a lovely day. After the service we all had lunch out on the lawn where the ladies had set the tables. I've had some real sandwiches. Mrs. Schmale was here again for a few days. This time I had to do the cooking (I know you're not sorry). She is planning to spend the winter in Ann Arbor, Mich. I'm glad we could have her with us again - she sure is getting old.
Will close, for tonight. Hope to see you before many more weeks.
With lots of love to all,
Julia
This is a translation of the note Wilhelmine enclosed.
St. Charles, Mo.
May the 6th, 1929
My Dear Ones!
To our great joy we received this morning at about half past nine o'clock the news of the birth of our dear little son – we rejoice with you, dear ones – and thank especially the faithful God - that He has made everything well, and graciously helped so far. May He continue to be with us - so that also Flora will soon recover and become strong again – now that she also has become a mother - also a great grace of God, for which we cannot be grateful enough.
With love, kisses and greetings - especially a sweet kiss to the little Altenbernd.
Julia and Wilhelmine Stoerker.13
George Ferdinand C Orlowsky married Wife Unknown, in 1940.14
George Ferdinand C Orlowsky married Alma Stoerker, daughter of Conrad Friedrich Stoerker and Wilhelmine Cuno, in 1940 . This was her first and only marriage. She was 60 years old.15,3
Photo of Goerge and Alma Orlowsky -- Marian and Frieda Stoerker at left. Original photo in the possession of Sue Myers (#130.)
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They resided in Blue Springs, Jackson County, Missouri, USA, between 1943 and 1948.17
( Blue Springs, Missouri, USA.)18
( Blue Springs, Missouri, USA, in 1948.)19
George Ferdinand C Orlowsky provided information on Alma Stoerker's death in Blue Springs, Jackson County, Missouri, USA, on 3 December 1948.20,17
George died on 18 July 1950 in Amarillo, Potter County, Texas, USA, at age 72.21 He was buried after 18 July 1950 in the Friedens Cemetery at Friendens United Church of Christ, located in St Charles, St Charles County, Missouri, USA.21,12
George Ferdinand C Orlowsky was employed as a minister.
The start of World War I caused the United States to institute a draft registration. As the war continued to drag on, they instituted their third and final draft registration. This added men who were between the ages of 18 and 21, and 31 to 45 years of age. It included younger men than the previous registrations, those who were born between September 12, 1897 and September 12, 1900; and added an older group of men, born between September 12, 1873 and September 12, 1888. George Ferdinand C Orlowsky filled out a draft card on 12 September 1918 at Billings, Christian County, Missouri, USA. He was employed as a minister. He was described as short height and medium build, with blue eyes and blond hair. Frieda Caroline Orlowsky was listed as his nearest relative.2
From 1928 to 1939, George was a member of the local committee of the St. Charles location of the Evangelical Emmaus Homes. From 1929 until his death in 1950, he served as a member on the Board of Directors.
George always considered service to the sick and the spiritually distrubed a major part of his ministry.
George Ferdinand C Orlowsky was mentioned in a lettter sent by Julia Stoerker to Flora Altenbernd and William John Altenbernd on 13 June 1929. St. Charles, Mo.
June 13, 1929
Dear Flora & William
I didn't forget to write. I've just been so busy - and since momma wrote you soon after the announcement of little John's arrivals, I put off writing until now when there are no more lesson assignments made for the next day.
Although I'm rather later, I congratulate you most heartily, and I hope that little John will fill your lives with sunshine. I don't know what gifts he may have received by this time, or what he could still use, so I'm enclosing a dollar for which you may get him a little remembrance or put in his bank. I'm real anxious to see him. Carroll and Emma were here this P.M. and we told Carroll that you would bring John along in a basket. He looked so funny and said, "in a basket?"
I hope you and John are well. I suppose Helen is still with you. You spoke so much of Helen when you were here that I almost feel as though I've met her. Its fine that she can be with you. And how is little Homer? The cow sure must have been working good when Alma was up there or we wouldn't have had that delicious cottage cheese, ha, ha! Guess you know what I mean. I believe that was the best cottage cheese I ever ate. No wonder Alma got so fleshy - you fed her too well.
Rev. Orlowskys celebrated their silver wedding anniversary last Sunday. Ella, mamma, Mrs. Rev. Schmale, and I were out there. It was a lovely day. After the service we all had lunch out on the lawn where the ladies had set the tables. I've had some real sandwiches. Mrs. Schmale was here again for a few days. This time I had to do the cooking (I know you're not sorry). She is planning to spend the winter in Ann Arbor, Mich. I'm glad we could have her with us again - she sure is getting old.
Will close, for tonight. Hope to see you before many more weeks.
With lots of love to all,
Julia
This is a translation of the note Wilhelmine enclosed.
St. Charles, Mo.
May the 6th, 1929
My Dear Ones!
To our great joy we received this morning at about half past nine o'clock the news of the birth of our dear little son – we rejoice with you, dear ones – and thank especially the faithful God - that He has made everything well, and graciously helped so far. May He continue to be with us - so that also Flora will soon recover and become strong again – now that she also has become a mother - also a great grace of God, for which we cannot be grateful enough.
With love, kisses and greetings - especially a sweet kiss to the little Altenbernd.
Julia and Wilhelmine Stoerker.13
George Ferdinand C Orlowsky married Wife Unknown, in 1940.14
George Ferdinand C Orlowsky married Alma Stoerker, daughter of Conrad Friedrich Stoerker and Wilhelmine Cuno, in 1940 . This was her first and only marriage. She was 60 years old.15,3
Photo of Goerge and Alma Orlowsky -- Marian and Frieda Stoerker at left. Original photo in the possession of Sue Myers (#130.)
ME by John Altenbernd
Uncle George
In the Summer of 1940 word came to us that Aunt Alma Stoerker had gotten married. Aunt Alma was 60. The name of the man she married was totally new to me, the Rev. George Orlowsky. But the name was not new to my mother. He had been an old family friend of the Stoerker's and had helped conduct my grandfather's funeral.
George Orlowsky had been born in Germany. His reasons for emigrating are unknown to me, but I am of the understanding that he was a grown man when he came. He married for the first time in this country and had two sons, only one of which survived to adulthood - Bernhardt, who was a jeweler, was married, and had two daughters. Although he spoke English very well, George still retained a pronounced accent, and American idioms could trip him up. (My favorite story about him along that line is one he loved to tell on himself. He had been invited to speak at a Mission Day service somewhere in Missouri where there was a lake. He had gone there the night before and, driving around, he was impressed with how beautiful it was to see the moonlight shining down upon the still waters of the lake. So the next day in the service, in order to pay a compliment to something on the local scene, he told the assembled congregation how wonderful he thought Missouri moonshine was. He couldn't understand at the time why the congregation nearly broke up laughing. His son informed him after the service.)
He had been pastor of Friedens' Church outside St. Charles, Missouri, for a number of years, and so had seen my Stoerker grandparents often, as well as getting to know the Stoerker children as they visited from time to time. Aunt Alma, a Registered Nurse at Deaconess Hospital in St. Louis, was a frequent visitor.
George Orlowsky by 1940 was a widower serving a church in O'Keene, Oklahoma. He was still a close friend to my Uncle Theophil Stoerker, Superintendent of the Emmaus Home in St. Charles, for there were trips made back to there. When or how he began taking up with Aunt Alma I don't know. And my mother didn't know it was happening. I remember she was surprised when we got word of the marriage.
They came to visit us not too long after that, and I got my first look at my new Uncle George. Aunt Alma was a relatively tall and large woman. Uncle George by contrast was small, not much over five feet tall. But that bothered neither of them. They were delightful to watch, just like a couple of newly-weds in their early twenties. Dad got a tremendous kick out of it, thoroughly enjoying seeing them together in their obvious happiness. They remained devoted love birds throughout their nine year marriage. After Aunt Alma's death, Uncle George told my mother, "This wasn't just a marriage of two older people who wanted companionship. We loved each other." That had been obvious.
I liked Uncle George right off. He was full of stories, and he enjoyed telling them. Later on, after Dad's death, Uncle George would become Superintendent of the Home for Retired Pastors in Blue Springs, Missouri, on the other side of Kansas City. Then my mother and I would see them frequently.
* * * * *
Uncle George told me a story about my Grandfather Stoerker's death in St. Charles, Missouri, back in 1927. Uncle George's first wife was still living then, and he was pastor of Friedens' Church just outside St. Charles (or at least it was outside St. Charles then. In more recent years St. Charles has expanded to surround it.) They were good friends of the Stoerkers.
They got word of the sudden death yet that morning, only the message was a bit garbled. They understood it was my Grandmother Stoerker who had died.
They went to the Stoerker residence in St. Charles to pay their respects, and then were shocked when my grandmother greeted them at the door.
In the Summer of 1940 word came to us that Aunt Alma Stoerker had gotten married. Aunt Alma was 60. The name of the man she married was totally new to me, the Rev. George Orlowsky. But the name was not new to my mother. He had been an old family friend of the Stoerker's and had helped conduct my grandfather's funeral.
George Orlowsky had been born in Germany. His reasons for emigrating are unknown to me, but I am of the understanding that he was a grown man when he came. He married for the first time in this country and had two sons, only one of which survived to adulthood - Bernhardt, who was a jeweler, was married, and had two daughters. Although he spoke English very well, George still retained a pronounced accent, and American idioms could trip him up. (My favorite story about him along that line is one he loved to tell on himself. He had been invited to speak at a Mission Day service somewhere in Missouri where there was a lake. He had gone there the night before and, driving around, he was impressed with how beautiful it was to see the moonlight shining down upon the still waters of the lake. So the next day in the service, in order to pay a compliment to something on the local scene, he told the assembled congregation how wonderful he thought Missouri moonshine was. He couldn't understand at the time why the congregation nearly broke up laughing. His son informed him after the service.)
He had been pastor of Friedens' Church outside St. Charles, Missouri, for a number of years, and so had seen my Stoerker grandparents often, as well as getting to know the Stoerker children as they visited from time to time. Aunt Alma, a Registered Nurse at Deaconess Hospital in St. Louis, was a frequent visitor.
George Orlowsky by 1940 was a widower serving a church in O'Keene, Oklahoma. He was still a close friend to my Uncle Theophil Stoerker, Superintendent of the Emmaus Home in St. Charles, for there were trips made back to there. When or how he began taking up with Aunt Alma I don't know. And my mother didn't know it was happening. I remember she was surprised when we got word of the marriage.
They came to visit us not too long after that, and I got my first look at my new Uncle George. Aunt Alma was a relatively tall and large woman. Uncle George by contrast was small, not much over five feet tall. But that bothered neither of them. They were delightful to watch, just like a couple of newly-weds in their early twenties. Dad got a tremendous kick out of it, thoroughly enjoying seeing them together in their obvious happiness. They remained devoted love birds throughout their nine year marriage. After Aunt Alma's death, Uncle George told my mother, "This wasn't just a marriage of two older people who wanted companionship. We loved each other." That had been obvious.
I liked Uncle George right off. He was full of stories, and he enjoyed telling them. Later on, after Dad's death, Uncle George would become Superintendent of the Home for Retired Pastors in Blue Springs, Missouri, on the other side of Kansas City. Then my mother and I would see them frequently.
* * * * *
Uncle George told me a story about my Grandfather Stoerker's death in St. Charles, Missouri, back in 1927. Uncle George's first wife was still living then, and he was pastor of Friedens' Church just outside St. Charles (or at least it was outside St. Charles then. In more recent years St. Charles has expanded to surround it.) They were good friends of the Stoerkers.
They got word of the sudden death yet that morning, only the message was a bit garbled. They understood it was my Grandmother Stoerker who had died.
They went to the Stoerker residence in St. Charles to pay their respects, and then were shocked when my grandmother greeted them at the door.
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They resided in Blue Springs, Jackson County, Missouri, USA, between 1943 and 1948.17
ME by John Altenbernd
Blue Springs Pastors' Home
Uncle George Orlowsky's last position before his very brief retirement and death was Superintendent-Pastor of the Retired Pastors' Home in Blue Springs, Missouri, near Kansas City. He and Aunt Alma went there in the early 1940's. This wasn't really a "home". It was a number of homes, separate smaller houses for pastors who had retired with meager financial resources. This was before ministers were covered by Social Security and when pension funds had been virtually non-existent during their years of active pastoral service.
The home had an entire dead-end street for itself on the edge of Blue Springs, houses on both sides of the street. No one else lived on the street, so this was sort of an isolated little community. A local physician treated the people at minimal cost. (I don't know whether that was a formalized retainer-type relationship with the Home or just the Doctor's voluntary service.)
Uncle George and Aunt Alma lived in a larger house, the first one on that street. The house included an office and a chapel for Sunday services, which Uncle George conducted. Uncle George often wondered to my mother when we visited there why the denomination had put a retired pastors' home in Blue Springs where there was no congregation of our denomination (still Evangelical & Reformed at that time).
These were all pastors (and wives) well into retirement years --with one exception which I'll mention later. Some were the last of that then vanishing breed, the German-born Evangelical pastor with a heavy accent. I met some of them when we visited the Orlowskys.
I recall one heavily accented retiree -- late 70's probably -- who told Uncle George he had sent his name to a small rural Missouri church that was looking for a pastor. They had written him expressing possible interest. He had written back, asking them if they would be wanting Confirmation instruction to be in English or German. "I never heard from them again," the old pastor said with some puzzlement. To me, the reason seemed obvious, given his question about Confirmation. This, after all, was the mid-1940s.
There was another old German couple, the husband of which was of the old German school -- the man dominated the household with rank and privilege. Mom and I would see the couple out for a walk "together" on occasion. He was always twenty feet or so ahead of her. Or we would see them walking home from the grocery store. He again would be walking ahead of her -- and she would be carrying all the groceries.
There was also a retired missionary couple who had lived most of their adult lives in India.
The really sad case was a younger couple, Rev. and Mrs. Kissling. Rev. Kissling some years before had become afflicted with some kind of a disease that caused progressive paralysis. When I first saw him he could move nothing from his neck down, and he could speak only with difficulty. His wife had to somehow get him back and forth from bed to chair and wait on him hand and foot. She had to be a most remarkable woman. Rev. Kissling sat in a chair with a towel on his hands since, if a fly lit there, he would be unable to swat it away.
They had two sons who had spent their growing years there. I never met the older son. Maybe he no longer lived there. I don't recall. The younger son, Carl, was a couple of years older than I.
Once when we were visiting the Orlowskys Carl invited me to go into Kansas City with him one evening for a movie. Carl was a student at what was then the University of Kansas City. I was a freshman at KU at the time, so I was 18.
I remember that we stopped at a road house outside Blue Springs on the way home. I was underage at 18, of course, and I'm sure he knew that, but that didn't bother him. I had a beer, even though at the time I didn't even like the stuff.
Liking beer, I think, is an acquired taste. In due course in my adult life I acquired a taste for it. Then, as with coffee, I lost the taste for it after I quit smoking.
In later years the UCC sold its houses in Blue Springs and opted for an apartment complex, really a better situation for older retired people who may have difficulty keeping up with conventional housework. Still later it became a retirement home for anyone, not just pastors. Also -- in 1976 -- a UCC congregation was begun in Blue Springs.
Uncle George Orlowsky's last position before his very brief retirement and death was Superintendent-Pastor of the Retired Pastors' Home in Blue Springs, Missouri, near Kansas City. He and Aunt Alma went there in the early 1940's. This wasn't really a "home". It was a number of homes, separate smaller houses for pastors who had retired with meager financial resources. This was before ministers were covered by Social Security and when pension funds had been virtually non-existent during their years of active pastoral service.
The home had an entire dead-end street for itself on the edge of Blue Springs, houses on both sides of the street. No one else lived on the street, so this was sort of an isolated little community. A local physician treated the people at minimal cost. (I don't know whether that was a formalized retainer-type relationship with the Home or just the Doctor's voluntary service.)
Uncle George and Aunt Alma lived in a larger house, the first one on that street. The house included an office and a chapel for Sunday services, which Uncle George conducted. Uncle George often wondered to my mother when we visited there why the denomination had put a retired pastors' home in Blue Springs where there was no congregation of our denomination (still Evangelical & Reformed at that time).
These were all pastors (and wives) well into retirement years --with one exception which I'll mention later. Some were the last of that then vanishing breed, the German-born Evangelical pastor with a heavy accent. I met some of them when we visited the Orlowskys.
I recall one heavily accented retiree -- late 70's probably -- who told Uncle George he had sent his name to a small rural Missouri church that was looking for a pastor. They had written him expressing possible interest. He had written back, asking them if they would be wanting Confirmation instruction to be in English or German. "I never heard from them again," the old pastor said with some puzzlement. To me, the reason seemed obvious, given his question about Confirmation. This, after all, was the mid-1940s.
There was another old German couple, the husband of which was of the old German school -- the man dominated the household with rank and privilege. Mom and I would see the couple out for a walk "together" on occasion. He was always twenty feet or so ahead of her. Or we would see them walking home from the grocery store. He again would be walking ahead of her -- and she would be carrying all the groceries.
There was also a retired missionary couple who had lived most of their adult lives in India.
The really sad case was a younger couple, Rev. and Mrs. Kissling. Rev. Kissling some years before had become afflicted with some kind of a disease that caused progressive paralysis. When I first saw him he could move nothing from his neck down, and he could speak only with difficulty. His wife had to somehow get him back and forth from bed to chair and wait on him hand and foot. She had to be a most remarkable woman. Rev. Kissling sat in a chair with a towel on his hands since, if a fly lit there, he would be unable to swat it away.
They had two sons who had spent their growing years there. I never met the older son. Maybe he no longer lived there. I don't recall. The younger son, Carl, was a couple of years older than I.
Once when we were visiting the Orlowskys Carl invited me to go into Kansas City with him one evening for a movie. Carl was a student at what was then the University of Kansas City. I was a freshman at KU at the time, so I was 18.
I remember that we stopped at a road house outside Blue Springs on the way home. I was underage at 18, of course, and I'm sure he knew that, but that didn't bother him. I had a beer, even though at the time I didn't even like the stuff.
Liking beer, I think, is an acquired taste. In due course in my adult life I acquired a taste for it. Then, as with coffee, I lost the taste for it after I quit smoking.
In later years the UCC sold its houses in Blue Springs and opted for an apartment complex, really a better situation for older retired people who may have difficulty keeping up with conventional housework. Still later it became a retirement home for anyone, not just pastors. Also -- in 1976 -- a UCC congregation was begun in Blue Springs.
( Blue Springs, Missouri, USA.)18
ME by John Altenbernd
The Passing of the Orlowskys
Aunt Alma Orlowsky, afflicted with Hodgkin's Disease, reached a point of rapid deterioration in the Fall of 1948. Even before things had reached too bad a point she said, "I don't think I'll be here Christmas." She wasn't, although I can't recall exactly when she passed on.
The last days for her were a screaming horror, according to my mother. Aunt Alma had all sorts of horrifying hallucinations. Mom and Aunt Julie both went to Blue Springs, Missouri, to help Uncle George take care of her. George's son, Bernhard, and his wife were there too (I can't remember her first name).
There was a funeral service at Blue Springs, and then the body was taken to St. Charles, Missouri, for burial. Mom and I made that trip across the State with George - as did Aunt Julie.
George continued on as Superintendent of the Retired Pastors' Home in Blue Springs, but his zest for life was gone. It might have returned, given enough time for grief to subside, but a heart attack intervened, which laid him low.
Bernhard and his wife returned to Blue Springs to care for him. Their stay stretched into months. Barney was a jeweler, and he got enough odd-job work in the area and in Kansas City to "keep the wolf away from the door," as he put it. But obviously this could be no permanent arrangement.
When Uncle George had regained sufficient health to travel, he moved to Rogers, Arkansas, to live with his son.
We never saw nor heard from him again. Within a very short time Uncle George had another heart attack, a very bad one which killed him.
Aunt Alma Orlowsky, afflicted with Hodgkin's Disease, reached a point of rapid deterioration in the Fall of 1948. Even before things had reached too bad a point she said, "I don't think I'll be here Christmas." She wasn't, although I can't recall exactly when she passed on.
The last days for her were a screaming horror, according to my mother. Aunt Alma had all sorts of horrifying hallucinations. Mom and Aunt Julie both went to Blue Springs, Missouri, to help Uncle George take care of her. George's son, Bernhard, and his wife were there too (I can't remember her first name).
There was a funeral service at Blue Springs, and then the body was taken to St. Charles, Missouri, for burial. Mom and I made that trip across the State with George - as did Aunt Julie.
George continued on as Superintendent of the Retired Pastors' Home in Blue Springs, but his zest for life was gone. It might have returned, given enough time for grief to subside, but a heart attack intervened, which laid him low.
Bernhard and his wife returned to Blue Springs to care for him. Their stay stretched into months. Barney was a jeweler, and he got enough odd-job work in the area and in Kansas City to "keep the wolf away from the door," as he put it. But obviously this could be no permanent arrangement.
When Uncle George had regained sufficient health to travel, he moved to Rogers, Arkansas, to live with his son.
We never saw nor heard from him again. Within a very short time Uncle George had another heart attack, a very bad one which killed him.
( Blue Springs, Missouri, USA, in 1948.)19
George Ferdinand C Orlowsky provided information on Alma Stoerker's death in Blue Springs, Jackson County, Missouri, USA, on 3 December 1948.20,17
George died on 18 July 1950 in Amarillo, Potter County, Texas, USA, at age 72.21 He was buried after 18 July 1950 in the Friedens Cemetery at Friendens United Church of Christ, located in St Charles, St Charles County, Missouri, USA.21,12
Last Edited=13 August 2023
Family: George Ferdinand C Orlowsky and Wife Unknown
Family: George Ferdinand C Orlowsky and Alma Stoerker
Citations
- [S4] Letter from Secretary Friedens UCC Dorothy M. Kolkmeier (Friendens, UCC, 1703 Highway 94, St. Charles, MO 63303) to Art Tiedemann (#190) (unknown recipient address), July 18, 1996; Sheila Sue Altenbernd (7461 River Bend Circle, Nashville, Davidson County, Tennessee, USA, at).
- [S312] "Orlowsky (#105), George -- WWI Draft Registration"; www.Ancestry.com; unknown repository address. Hereinafter cited as "WWI Draft Registration."
- [S25] John Stoerker Altenbernd unknown date.
- [S81] Theophil Stoerker unknown date.
- [S189] Arthur Theodore Tiedemann unknown date.
- [S214] Unknown name of person Obituary, The Evangelical Chronicle of the Evangelical Church of Boonville, Missouri, Boonville, Missouri, June 15, 1927, page 2-3 . Hereinafter cited as The Evangelical Chronicle.
- [S89] Conrad Stoerker (#14) Obituary, Globe Democrat, St Louis, Missouri, USA, June 15, 1927, page 25 . Hereinafter cited as Globe Democrat.
- [S608] The Evangelical ForumJune 1927, Volume 4, number 7 (St Paul Evangelical Church),Donnellson, Iowa.
- [S610] Conrad Stoerker (#14) Obituary, St Charles Newspaper, St Charles, Missouri, USA, ABT June 16, 1927 . Hereinafter cited as St Charles Newspaper.
- [S611] Telegram from Paul Stoeker (#59) (St Charles, Missouri, USA) to Flora Stoerker (#63) (633 Clark Avenue, Jefferson City, Missouri, USA), June 13, 1927; unknown repository (unknown repository address).
- [S808] Conrad Stoerker (#14), Death Certificate 19280, June 15, 1927, St Charles, Missouri.
- [S1859] Letter from John Klueter (#193)to July 26, 2016. (Document Source Number: 00193-2016-07-26-01).
- [S1789] Letter from Julia Stoerker (#62) (1020 South Fourth Street, Saint Charles, Missouri) to Flora Altenbernd (#63) and William Altenbernd (#55) June 13, 1929. (2022). (Document Source Number: 00062-1929-06-13-01).
- [S1645] John Klueter (#193) May 23, 2022 (Document Source Number: 00193-2022-05-23-01).
- [S75] Marion Adolph Stoerker unknown date.
- [S1354] John Stoerker Altenbernd,"Uncle George" in ME; Page(s) 188-189; Published:.
- [S728] Alma Orlowski (#57), Death Certificate file no. 37042 registration no. 215 (December 10, 1948), unknown repository, unknown repository address . Hereinafter cited as Deatgh Certificate.
- [S1353] John Stoerker Altenbernd,"Aunt Alma's Adventure" in ME; Page(s) 288.1 - 288.2; Published:.
- [S1355] John Stoerker Altenbernd,"The Passing of the Orlowskys" in ME; Page(s) 402.1; Published:.
- [S130] Ruth Arlene Stoerker unknown date.
- [S161] Unknown name of person Obituary, Emmaus Messenger, unknown location . Hereinafter cited as Emmaus Messenger.
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