Wolfgang
Protectors
(“wolf stride” or “those who go for
wolves”)
Saints, Knights, Royalty
Immigrants,
Revolutionaries
Farmers, Laborers, Miners
An American Family
Introduction
What's in a name? I suppose
it could be quite a lot or very little but, somewhere in between, is where most
of us fall when it comes to our family name. In this day, when family unity has
become somewhat passe', I believe we would be made better by a healthy interest
in our name, it's origins, heritage and, most importantly, what it stood for in
the community of man.
My interest was first
aroused when, at age 46, I suffered a fatal heart attack, was revived and then
found myself forced to face my mortality. It was then I realized that something
had disappeared from my life and left me with a void that could not be filled.
I had lost my entire nuclear family! They didn't all die at one time but they
had been removed from my life just as surely as if they had. I was uprooted at
age 12, moved 2000 miles away and, because of our poverty, never to see them
again. Any of them! Now, because they are truly gone, I will never again be
able to look upon the faces of those I so loved. I have only my boyish memories
of them as solace. Some of these mental pictures are not very pretty, even
painful. I remember looking up at the window of a third story attic apartment,
where my grandmother Wolfgang lived, trying desperately to catch a glimpse of a
mother too distressed to come down and see her son and grandchildren off on a
journey from whence, she knew, they would never return. A grandfather clinging
to my Dad’s neck through the car window, anguished tears on his face
begging his son, “Don’t go, I don’t think I can hold on long
enough to see you again!” He
proved to be right, dying the next year. I see my father sitting alone in
despair, the room dark because the loss of his jobc made him unable to pay the
electric bill, let alone go home for his father's funeral. Then there's the
vision of my maternal Grandmother "Gram" Stilson in her rocker, chin
quivering, clutching her bible and praying that "God would look after us
and allow her to live long enough to touch our faces once again." She
didn't.
This same 12 year old
boy,visualizing these sad events, was still horrified by other visions. Visions
from only 2 years before of himself, trapped two hours in a mangled car, soaked
in his mother's blood, crying uncontrollably, the words of the ambulance driver
as they removed her tattered and limp form from the car. "She will never
live long enough to make it to the hospital!" repeating over and over in
his mind. For the, seemingly endless, time it took to remove him from the
crushed automobile, his only thoughts were those words. This mother survived,
though horribly injured and maimed, injuries that would cripple her and force a
move to a climate more "friendly" to the excruciating pain of the
arthritis that had consumed her shattered bones.
It was this precious little
lady with the vivid scars and misshapen body, now widowed and blind, in her
late 80's but with such detailed memories of all those family ties I had tried
so hard not to think of for so many years who helped me realize that family
memories do not have to be painful. That they can be a real source of comfort.
It was her story of "that old man with no hair" that began to create
the pride in my family background that all should be blessed to have.
"That old man with no
hair, you remember, the one who lived with your mother. He laughed a lot and pinched
real hard! Then, one day, he quit laughing and confined himself to his
chair monotonously repeating "I'm sorry mama, I'm sorry mama" every
waking hour. “Mom, who was that old man with no hair?" "Why
that was your great-grandfather Davies, my grandfather" she said, "To
understand him, you have to understand his family history. Grampa Davies
was orphaned and went to work in the rolling mills of Cardif,
Asking questions of my
mother opened new doors into my past, doors leading to new memories. I began to
discover the thread of emotion that tied me to something worth remembering,
indeed, worth discovering! With each new door I became more committed to what
exists on the following pages. You see, these pages are MY FAMILY!
First Generation First Generation

William Allan and Belle (Hidinger)
Wolfgang taken August 11, 1903 at the time of their wedding. The gown she is
wearing is exquisite.
1. William Allan1
Wolfgang, son of Johan Jacob Wolfgang and Sarah Jane Blakeny, was born in Sigel, Jefferson Co., PA June 22,
1874. Bill died September 4, 1953 in
He married Belle Emily Hidinger August 11, 1903 in Brookville, Jefferson Co.,
PA. The following individual is
also linked to this event: F. B. Williams (minister). Belle was born December 16, 1879 in Sigel, Jefferson Co.,
PA. Belle was the daughter of Jacob
Hidinger and Jane (Jennie) A'Harrah. Belle died 1958 in
Bill was employed as a Lumberjack in in PA 1900. Bill applied for a marriage license to wed Belle Emily
Hidinger August 11, 1903 in Brookville, Jefferson Co., PA.[2] The
following individual is also linked to this event: Gill Reetz County Clerk
(notary). Bill was employed at Youngstown Sheet & Tube as a
Steelworker in
William

Guy Wolfgang and Violet (Crumbacker)
Wolfgang, about 1955,
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Guy Elmer2 Wolfgang was born in Brookville, Jefferson Co., PA October 20,
1905. Guy died September 1957 at age 51. He married Violet Crumbacher. Violet was born 1914.
Violet died 1962 at age 48.
Guy was employed after 1940.
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ii. Russell Leroy Wolfgang was born January 29, 1907.
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iii. William Merle Wolfgang was born January 22, 1909.
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iv. Marvin
Second Generation Second Generation

Russell Leroy Wolfgang and Ruth
(Rhinehart) Wolfgang about 1940 in
3. Russell Leroy2
Wolfgang (William Allan1) was born in Brookville,
Jefferson Co., PA January 29, 1907.
Russell died January 7, 1953 in
He married three
times. He first married Hilda Snyder after 1925.
Hilda was born 1908.
She married David Curtis Hidinger after 1930.
Hilda was employed.
Hilda was divorced from Russell Leroy Wolfgang 1944. He then married Ruth Rhinehart about 1938.
Russ died 1952 in
Russell was employed as a salesman after 1940. Russell was divorced from Hilda Snyder 1944.
Russell Leroy Wolfgang and Hilda Snyder had the following child:
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i. Janet3 Wolfgang was born about 1927.

William Merle and Elizabeth (Stilson)
Wolfgang taken at Conneaut on the Lake,
4. William Merle2
Wolfgang (William Allan1) was born in Brookville, Jefferson
Co., PA January 22, 1909. Bill died February 1, 1983 in
He married Elizabeth Davies Stilson October 27, 1934 in Boardman, Mahoning Co., OH. The following individuals are also
linked to this event: Rev. Glen O. Bennethum (minister); Helen S. Whitworth
(witness); Marvin
He became engaged to Elizabeth Davies Stilson 1931 in Boardman, Mahoning Co., OH. Bill applied for a marriage license to wed Elizabeth
Davies Stilson 1934 in
Bill is also credited
with having invented the shredded carnation corsage at an FTD convention in
His singing voice was
legendary among those who heard him and, but for his overly generous heart and
the tragic accident that uprooted him from his home, could have accomplished
wonders.
William Merle Wolfgang and Elizabeth Davies Stilson had the following children:
7 i. June
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ii. William Merle Wolfgang II was born June 1, 1938.
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iii. Earl
+ 10 iv. Linda Joan Wolfgang was born October 25, 1942.

Marvin
5. Marvin
He married Evelyn Armstrong 1941 in Elkton, OH. Evelyn was born May 9, 1910. Evelyn died 1983 at age 73. Evelyn was employed at as a Housewife.
Marv was employed as a Florist.
Marvin
+ 11 i. Marvin Allan3 Wolfgang was born 1942.