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02/16/04
Jakob and Elisa emigrated with their four children from Switzerland to the United States in 1872, according to family tradition. They set up residence in East Saint Louis, Illinois, where their fourth child, Louis, was born. Some time later, Jakob and Elisa apparently separated and Jakob moved to Silex, Missouri. Elisa, then going by the name Elisabeth, lived with Dr. Louis J. Linder and his family in East Saint Louis. Frank became an undertaker, Adolf Edward and Louis Jacob became medical doctors, and Albert became a minister. It was a family joke that the four Linders together could offer "cradle to grave" service! When Jakob contracted pneumonia and died in St Louis, he was attended in the hospital by Dr Louis Jacob, and the funeral service was conducted in the Chapel attached to Frank's mortuary. Jakob was buried in the family plot in Belleville, Illinois, in 1915. Bertha Linder, of whom we know nothing else, was buried there in 1916. It is possible that Jakob and Elisa may have divorced and Jakob remarried, but that is just conjecture. More information ... Reportedly Jakob and two brothers had emigrated to the United States at the same time, but the families were separated at the New York immigration facilities and never saw each other again. We do not know the names of the other brothers or what became of them and their families. We hope one day that someone from the other branches of Linders from Herzogenbuchsee will recall a similar story and contact us. Dr Louis J. Linder made the national news in 1910 when he was standing nearby at the time that New York City's Mayor Gaynor was shot. Although Dr Linder's name was not reported, a picture of the scene clearly showed him helping the injured mayor. More details and photo. According to Ann Linder Berlureau, her father, Rev. Albert Louis Linder, related the following about Dr Louis J. Linder. Dr Linder was diabetic and one of the first to take insulin. He said, "I live my life every day as though it were my last" and "I'm living on borrowed time. If it were not for insulin, I would be pushing up daisies at Mr. Hope cemetery." His fellow doctors nicknamed him "Happy". back |