Henry Owens - Descendants


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Information and pictures provided by Susan Hauptfleisch (Deer Cloud)

Lena Stahle immigrated from Switzerland to America in 1892 when she was eighteen years of age. Within a year she became a citizen of her newly adopted country and met Henry Owen, native son of Livingston Manor. They were married in 1893 and moved onto a farm above the community of Emmonsville (Grooville).  ...more on Henry

 



The following thoughts and pictures come from Henry's Great Granddaughter - Susan

I have two poetry books that belong to my Great Grandfather, Henry Owens .....and he signed his name in one of them .

I found the Henry Owen article from the LivingstonManor.net website to be very very moving. I have written about my Great Uncle and other members of my family ...... I am actually a fairly well known writer at this point in my life ...... last year I received one of the most prestigious awards a poet can receive, the National Endowment for the Arts Literature Fellowship ...... click here for more information.

I like to think that some of my gift for poetry and writing stories comes from my Great
Grandfather, since he loved poetry and he loved playing the fiddle ...... so did my Great Uncle
........ he had his fiddle with him when he died, and it was sent back to the family. I even wrote a poem about it once, which was published in a literary journal.

The book above has my Great Grandfather Owens' name written it ..... in that more elegant script of the past ........ this in 1901. I gave this book to my new great nephew, Brodie ........ and I added my own inscription to it.

So often when I've held my Great Grandfather Owens' poetry books in my hands, I have thought of him back then ...... his sitting quietly in his house in Grooville, reading and dreaming ........ and then I wonder, "Did he ever dream that he might have a granddaughter who was a poet and who wrote books of her own?" It just is so special for me to be a writer when I know that Henry Owens and other people in my family loved poetry and music and storytelling.  -  Susan Hauptfleisch (Deer Cloud)   March 1, 2008

My Great-Grandfather Henry Owens' poetry book

 


Son -Everett Owens - died in WWII

 

 

My Grandparents - Harry Lare and Erelene Owens on their wedding day ........
my mother thought my grandmother was sixteen when she got married.


 

My exquisite mother, Dottie Lare ......
my mother told me that my grandmother sewed the prom dress for her.

 

My mother (in white sweater ..... Dottie) ... my grandmother, Erelene Owens Lare .....
my Uncle George Lare ...... my Aunt Lena Lare Krupp (married to Emerson Krupp) .....
Lena's and Emerson's son, Freddy .... and my Aunt Pat Lare Johnson.

 

My Grandpa Lare and the young man next to him is my grandfather's nephew, son of George
Lare.

 

 

My Grandpa Harry Lare with his pet raccoon ......
I remember his raccoon very well, one of my earliest memories.
 

My Great Aunt Grace, my Grandpa Lare's sister ..... and that is her son whose name escapes me right now ....... the son was cut in half when he was hopping a train one time and
slipped and fell onto the tracks ......

 

My parents and four of us children (I'm the little girl with the bouquet of flowers) ..... only my sister, Erelene Hauptfleisch, is not in the picture, except inside my mother who was carrying her at the time!

 

My three brothers, John (Pogie), Joseph (Hoppy), Danny ....... and my sister, Erelene .......
I'm the one in the red shoes  -  Susan

 

 

My great nephew, Brodie ....... so he would be Henry E. Owens' great great nephew.
This picture is of me holding him not too long after he was born ...... He has been given my Great Grandfathers poetry book.

The other old book of poems I'll be giving to another great nephew. I gave a green hat that
my great grandmother, Lena Stahle Owens, knitted to my oldest great niece. My grandmother, my mother, my Aunt Pat and I all wore that hat during the winters when we were little girls.

Susan Hauptfleisch (Deer Cloud)