Steinauer, Nebraska
My ten year old grandson Julian loves science and history is
always asking me questions. He often challenges me too and I am constantly
learning. He has a genuine interest in
our family history and is always asking me questions about our ancestors and I
believe he is the budding genealogist in our family. I love his enthusiasm and I enjoy sharing the
story of our ancestors and Nebraska life with him.
And so began our day road trip to Steinauer, Nebraska on a
warm fall morning. Steinauaer is located about 3 miles west off of Highway 50
in the northwestern corner of Pawnee Co. If you read the historical marker just outside
of town you will learn of the warnings to avoid bloody Kansas during the pre-
civil war era that led the Steinauer brothers to settle this prairie near the
Turkey Creek River nestled in the very
south eastern corner of our state just above the Kansas border.
Steinauer is a rural town
like many others that dates its history back to our territorial years, grew
with the settlement of immigrants, saw a peak population near the turn of the
century and as the decades passed saw its population decline. And like most
small towns the community is proud of its history.
I have roots in Steinauer. My great, great grandfather was
Josef Alios Steinauer notably the founding father of the town that bears his
name. He was a goat herder in the Upper Alps of Wagithal, Switzerland before
leaving his homeland at the age of eighteen and emigrating to the promised land
of America, landing in New York in 1852.
He journeyed west thru Kentucky and Indiana where his older brothers
Anton and Nicholas joined him and to Wisconsin where the brothers had a dairy
farm before the fever of venturing further west lured the brothers to migrate
again in 1856. The brothers traveled through territory without shelter
where the horizon never ended and provisions and people were scarce and
settling in their new home made preparation for winter, building a dugout for
shelter and curing meat for food. And the seasons passed.
They built a log cabin from the timber along the stream, set
traps for small game and traded for supplies in Nebraska City. Joseph purchased land from the Preemption Act,
cleared the land, planting corn, potatoes and wheat. He bought a few heads of
cattle and a few hogs. He married Catherina
Kaufman in 1859 and together they would raise twelve children, farm the fields,
educate the kids and welcome new neighbors. They weathered tornados, blizzards and
the occasional fires and Illness and disease were always a concern but they
never lost the promise of tomorrow.
As German, Swiss, Bohemian and Austrian settlers began to arrive,
Joseph’s little community was growing and soon thirty years had passed since he
first laid claim to this land. In 1886 the town of Steinauer was surveyed, the
railroad reached Steinauer in 1887, businesses were established and the town
was a busy prospering community that incorporated in 1893.
Joseph died in 1907 but he had told his family the land that
he loved had been good to him and as a result he received an abundance of good
fortune and happiness. He had lived for fifty years in his adopted land and he
was a Nebraskan.
As we drive through the village I want my grandson to see
the church. The present church of St.
Anthony’s was dedicated in 1926, built in a Romanesque style. Badly in need of repairs the congregation decided to
restore the church to its original beauty with a total cost of $605,000.00, money
that was entirely and generously given by the parishioners and the community.
Statues and stained glass windows were cleaned, wooden pews
and floors were striped and refinished and walls were repainted. The sanctuary
was restored, the high altar that had been removed in the sixties was replaced
with a marble alter that was torn out of another church and beauty is found in
every detail. It was a magnificent
effort and a testimony to the community.
Sitting in the pew she opens her arms and there is a reassurance
of family and I am welcomed into the community and the home of my ancestors. It is a symbol of the community, it is the
sense of belonging that it holds, preserving the past and welcoming the future
and it stands constant throughout time.
There are many stories like Joseph’s and the town of
Steinauer. As we settle in for our drive back home it is obvious of the pride
my grandson feels. Our ancestors were
men and women who had the courage and fortitude to persevere through great
hardship and adversity. The industrious
attitude and faith that our ancestor’s held instilled the values of Nebraska life.
It is their legacy that lives on and has not forgotten that has been passed
down through the generations and is alive in our communities. And it is the stories of our past and the
present that we must not forget.
Kathy Haley Buhrman