The Crossing: Searching for My Baltic German Ancestry and Discovering Latvia
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Armed with a handful of photos and a cryptic written sketch of the
identity of his Great, Great Grandfathers, Charlie Maddaus travels
to post-Soviet Latvia to discover the complex fabric of his ancestry.
Ensuing visits unveil not only the identities of his forebearers and
their creative endeavors, but the First Awakening
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The Crossing - Charles Maddaus
Copyright © 2020 Charlie Maddaus
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Table of Contents
Title Page
Acknowledgements
Preface
Introduction
Chapter One: Augusta Rathminder Maddaus: The Crossing
Chapter Two: Aunt Freida
Chapter Three: Maddaus Family History What We Did Know
Chapter Four: A Flat World
Chapter Five: Latvia - July 2005
Chapter Six: The Road to Vecpiebalga
Chapter Seven: Paistu, Estonia
Chapter Eight: Return from Latvia
Chapter Nine: Back to Latvia - August 2009
Chapter Ten: Johann Karl Ludwig Maddaus (1820-1878)
Chapter Eleven: The Artwork of Johann Karl Ludwig Maddaus
Chapter Twelve: Latvia - February 2010
Chapter Thirteen: Andžs Rātminders (1805-1887)
Chapter Fourteen: Riga/Hamburg - Summer 2010
Chapter Fifteen: Jānis Rātminders (1812-1880)
Chapter Sixteen: Līgo and Jāņi Midsummer Holidays - 2011
Chapter Seventeen: Latvian Literature
Chapter Eighteen: Latvian Relatives!
Chapter Nineteen: The Life of the Village, Life of the Quest
Chapter Twenty: Oscar Wilhelm Maddaus (1845-1896)
Chapter Twenty-One: Latvian Music
Chapter Twenty-Two: Latvia 100 A Year of Celebration, 2018
Appendix
Resources
About the Author
Acknowledgements
The pivotal point for the research for this text was my receiving an award of a Barlow Fund Travel Grant for Bates College Alumni by the Barlow Endowment for Study Abroad. Though the study I undertook was at Cambridge University in England, the travel there was the impetus to continue on to Latvia and so my search began. I owe a debt of gratitude to the Barlow Fund.
The writing began as a function of my enrollment in the Maine Writing Project, the initial course for my M. Ed. in Secondary Literacy at the University of Maine at Orono. Thanks to instructors Cindy Dean, Rich Kent, Dave Boardman, and Ken Martin for their encouragement and or feedback and all the other Literacy instructors who guided me through the program.
Completing the program would probably not have been possible without my brother John and his association with the University of Maine, as well as the spare room he offered so many times when I had evening classes at the university. John also got the family history ball rolling, so to speak, with his research of our family tree back in the early 1990s which uncovered the first of two Johann Maddaus paintings in Latvia.
Eileen Marcil, our 4th cousin from Quebec, filled in some of the Hamburg history related to Johann Maddaus and his sister, her ancestor Johanne Maddaus Winterhof.
Certainly, my parents played a part in this. My father, Ingo, Jr., while not the least bit interested in family history, gave me a taste of travel with trips to Baxter State Park, Alaska and the Pacific Northwest. And my mother, Elsie, who just turned 100, is the supreme example of the librarian who leaves no stone unturned in researching a subject. The travel and the research are a function of the examples they set in my upbringing.
To Beth, who has made so many trips to Latvia with me and seemed to enjoy it as much as I do, and has stayed home an almost equal number of times when I have the urge to make one more, I owe so much. Her edit of this text has saved me a tremendous amount of time and stress and her encouragement has been priceless.
To my sons Caleb and Jacob, this is for you, so you know where we come from. And for your sister Kate, who is no longer with us but in spirit. Her memory is a part of everything I do, this text included.
Preface
The following is an attempt to outline the discovery of my Maddaus/Rathminder/Rātminders family history in what is now present-day Latvia.
Ancestors are depicted mostly through the historical records they are represented in and the artistic work they have left behind. Latvian relatives have been gracious in sharing their lives and family experiences. I hope I have presented them accurately.
Because this covers the early 19th Century through the present, I’ve stumbled at times with the transitions in language used to record the history of the period. German church record, Russification, the early Latvian written text, modern Latvian and my own limited skills beyond the English language have made some of what follows somewhat confusing at times. Jahn Rathminder at his birth, is later Johann Rathminder and now referred to as Jānis Rātminders in his native Latvian. I’ve fractured some of the Latvian names with an English spelling so I apologize for any mistakes of that nature.
Latvia’s complicated history has been difficult for many to sort out and I’m certainly no expert. I’ve done my best to place our ancestors within the historical times they lived, but acknowledge that I may not entirely understand them.
I offer no apologies for my love and admiration of Latvian culture and custom; Latvian’s love of nature, Latvian music, Latvian literature and Latvian art has emanated from the Baltic littoral over the centuries and has sustained Latvian society to this day. Without it, Latvia would not exist. And I would not have been so enriched.
Introduction
I really cannot pinpoint the moment I decided to research my ancestry, visit some of the places associated with our family’s past history, or study the cultural background we rose from. And maybe it is not important to identify that specific point in time. As with many things in life, it developed over time, from nothingness, into a life of its own.
The same goes for the decision to write this down. I guess I knew from early in my research that I would try to record what I found for posterity’s sake, even before I knew the extent of what my research would entail. Like many things, the research and the writing have taken many turns along the way, so that what I initially thought I was writing this for has changed dramatically more than once, as the research has unveiled new and fascinating and sometimes tangential information.
I had, at one point, a great quotation that I have since lost, that, in effect, said that you cannot truly appreciate a writer’s work unless you know where he or she is coming from. I think it was a Hemingway quote, but I am not sure. If you know the quote I am talking about, let me know, but it was probably Hemingway. He had a great many things to say about writing and writers that were elucidating, in spite of his claim that he never wanted to write about writing.
There is even a really great book called Ernest Hemingway on Writing,
edited by Larry W. Phillips, which is full of great Hemingway quotes on writing. Like
Then there is the other secret. There isn’t any symbolysm (sic). The sea is the sea. The old man is an old man. The boy is a boy and the fish is a fish. The shark are all sharks no better no worse. All the symbolism that people say is shit. What goes beyond is what you see beyond when you know.
That is one of my favorites. So is the one quotation I cannot think of.
My point of mentioning the quotation that I have forgotten, is that knowing where a writer is coming from is similar to knowing where you are coming from. Just as knowing a writer’s history and background helps to illuminate their writing, so does knowing your own personal history and background help illuminate who you are. And knowing who you are, including the part of you that predates your memory and/or birth, is essential to your journey into the future. Because otherwise the journey is not what you think it is, and not what it could be, without that additional knowledge. You cannot fully appreciate where you are going without knowing where you come from. Certainly, this is part and parcel to the growing desire in recent years for people to research their ancestry in the many online websites dedicated to just that. Ancestry.com, 23 and Me and CRI Genetics are all exploding with demand for DNA testing and family tree websites have risen in popularity as a result.
And as to Hemingway’s symbolism quote, the last line applies here, too. Each time I think I know something about our past ancestry, I see the beyond
and imagine the beyond, until I know something more.
Of course, we cannot know all of our past, or the past lives of our many ancestors. And certainly, we all have different memories and knowledge of our family history. For many people, knowing family history can be irrelevant information, or is a source of pride, or is haunting in ways we would rather not tell. The characteristics of family history vary every bit as much as the stories that arise from them and I suppose it is the variety which makes these stories interesting and important and enriching.
I recently read a book about sheep in the Lake District of Northern England that had an awful lot of information about sheep. It reminded me a lot of the cytology in Moby Dick. But beyond this bovine treasure trove of information was the story of the families who have raised sheep continuously in this region for centuries.
The book is called The Shepherd’s Life: A Tale of the Lake District,
by James Rebanks. In it, Rebanks relates his grandfather’s impact on him as a boy:
We are, I guess, all of us, built out of stories. He told stories of his grandfather on his mother’s side of the family, T. G. Holiday. From what I could gather, my granddad had worshipped and copied his grandfather much as I did mine. So even though I’d never met this man and he died long before I was born, there was a connection and continuity between us. My grandfather built himself up out of stories about T. G. Holiday and I built myself up out of stories of him. (70)
Reflecting on Rebanks’ reverence for his grandfather and great, great grandfather, it occurred to me I did not have the connection or continuity with my ancestors that he spoke so eloquently of. As a boy, I barely knew my paternal grandfather. He visited infrequently, barely talked with me—I would give him the benefit of the doubt here, as he had four grandsons at this point—and died when I was seven years of age. My maternal grandfather died when my mother was only 3, and nearly 30 years before I was born.
So, what were the stories of our family? And who passed them along? And what was I built out of? Our family stories were few and far between as though the great canvas of our family history had a few small colorless images on a blank expanse of white.
My father filled in few of the images. He seemed less interested in family history than both his devotion to teaching college mathematics and his desire to see certain far-flung sections of the American Wilderness. He spoke little of his parents, respectfully of his aunts and uncles, reverently of his two grandmothers—both of whom had the first name Augusta—and grandfathers and other ancestors were never mentioned. I do not hold this against him in any sense, by the way, as he was who he was and I learned after he was gone the reasons for some of the unspoken factors that limited our family sense of the past.
During the few times my grandparents visited in my youth, my father was most concerned with his duty to make them comfortable—including stocking the right beer for my grandfather—and I knew at a young age the relationship between son and father was not very warm. Granddad was a Wall Street businessman, an importer of German machinery, and when a war or a depression was not going on, he was apparently very good at what he did. He and my grandmother would arrive by train—The Twentieth Century Limited or the Lake Shore Express—from New York and stay at most a night or two and leave again on one of the eponymous NY Central Railroad lines. In my memory, he barely talked to me and being a shy child, I was probably somewhat intimidated by him.
The family stories were based on loose comments about the artist from Hamburg, Germany with the lyrical name—Johann Karl Ludwig Maddaus—and my father’s love for his ‘German Grandmother’—he would always say he had two wonderful grandmothers, one of which was Augusta Rathminder Maddaus. And it was these fine strings of family history that formed my conscious sense of ethnicity and culture for many years, well into adulthood.
So it was that desire to fill out the canvas of our family historical portrait, so to speak, that got me started and I had limited expectations at first. Visiting Latvia, the present-day country of my great grandmother Augusta’s birth—it was part of the Russian Empire when she and my great grandfather emigrated to the US—and perhaps Hamburg, Germany, were the initial steps, but I was told not to expect to find any tangible evidence of our ancestors, as the war—World War II—had destroyed most all records. And my great grandmother’s ‘old maid’ sisters had not survived the war.
I hoped to see a couple examples of Johann Karl Ludwig Maddaus art, walk the cities and towns of my ancestors and return home with the mission accomplished. If that was all I found, the story would have been written 10 years ago and ended on page 5 or page 6, with little else to add. Except for the family tree, if it could be reconstituted. I will include that and some other details in the appendix.
Speaking of the appendix, I’m reminded of what a great language English is. I love the episode on the TV series M.A.S.H. when Hawkeye Pierce is asked to perform an appendectomy on a soldier and he cracks, Great! I wrote the book on the appendix. I wrote the appendix, too, but they took it out.
What other language uses the same word for a useless body part and extraneous information in a book?
Language, of course, or multiple languages have posed some interesting obstacles in this endeavor, but not as daunting as I first expected. My English and a couple of digital translators have facilitated much of my research and the fact that most Latvians under the age of 40 or so have studied English, really has made this easier than it might have been.
With one visit to