Hi, I would very much like to locate my brother Brian, and sister Marian, children of Eugene Vaughn Dockstader of Beaver Dam, Wisconsin.
Please e-mail me. Our dad passed away May 7th, 2002. You have a living Uncle (Omer Dockstader) in Arlington Heights Illinois.
Anyone out there know anything about the Dockstader Minstrels?
I would love to know more of my family history. My mother Alice Lucy Taylor was married to Eugene in the early 1950's. He was a great electrician, and handyman I am told. When she divorced him and remarried, my step-father did not want her to receive any monetary aid from social security, and in order to stop the support from coming in, she was forced to tell social security administration, that I had died. No questions were ever asked.
After my step-dad passed away, I pursued looking for my real dad. I found him in 1992, in Beaver Dam, Wisconsin, in Dodge County (ironically, this was my married name!) The day I located him, he had been hit and run by a drunk driver. The phone number that I had for him was assigned to another family who knew my dad. They gave me the telephone number of the trailer manager where he was living.
I had to convince her that I was Eugene's daughter. She had said that to her knowledge, that he never mentioned me, that he only had a half brother. She had told me of his accident and gave me the number of the Waupan Hospital. I told the nurse who I was. She said that my dad had a slight head injury, and that she could not tell him about me, for risk that it may worsen his condition.
She gave me the telephone number of my Uncle Dock (whom I did not know.) After speaking with him, and answering questions about my mom, he knew that I was who I said I was. I sent a copy of my birth certificate for him to show my dad in the weeks to follow his recovery.
At first he thought that I was trying to trick him. My husband arranged for us to travel to Wisconsin to see him, and re-introduce myself (not seeing him for over 40 years!)
I had anticipated a grand reception, with balloons and confetti and tears of joy. However, there was great reservations on my dads part. He had a condition of schizophrenia, and was not taking his medicine as he should have been. So, I was received with a handshake reaching out around a screened door. We reminisced about mom, and he gradually came around to accept me as his daughter, to which he would write the most beautiful letters to me.
About 5 months after our meeting, I convinced him to come out to California to live with us, which he did for about 6 months. He was a quiet man, not really outgoing at all. He enjoyed reading, and was a bit nervous around the kids being loud and playful. At the time, he had a lady friend named Verna. He was the jealous type, and he was uneasy that he could not keep track of her. So he went back to Wisconsin only to find that she had left him high and dry.
He eventually had to be placed in a Veterans home, where he adapted very well. He was very well liked by the staff there. He did have a bad habit of smoking, and the nurses would have to look for him when he would take off to smoke them. He fell one evening and broke his hip. After 2 weeks of recuperation, he tried to sneak out again for a cigarette, and re-broke his hip. This was partly the nursing staff's fault because they knew he had to be watched when he wanted to smoke. He fell out of bed, and after the third surgery for hip repair, he developed pneumonia.
The night that my first grandson was born, he was told that he was a great-grandpa. About four hours later he succumbed to the infection in his lungs. Amazing to me the timing of my grandsons birth, and my dads passing.
Through our letters, I was able to share with him my Christian beliefs. I am not sure if he accepted them or not. I do know that the chaplain had spoken to him several times about the Lord. She conveyed to me that she believed that he knew the Savior. I requested that his grave marker inscription read "I'm walking with my Savior in the garden."
Don't know if they put it on there or not...I continue to write and speak to Omer his brother, who is I think 94 years old. He is a retired Lieutenant Colonel in Civil Air Patrol Pilot.
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