#Schaefer

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Schaefer

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Maybe it's because the Beltz household just lost Gonzo, but I felt like paying a little more attention to Schaefer at Duke and Zeeshan's. And I'm glad I did because I forgot how wonderful the "play dead" interactions are.

Elsewhere, Joaco enjoys the final days of his childhood, Zeeshan gets conspiratorial looking for details about the disappearance of Bella Goth, and Duke catches some fireflies. We'll see what tomorrow's birthday party has in store.

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Nutley, Cincinnati, and beyond [Part 3]

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Walter Sr. lived in Newark’s Ironbound District until he was 19, going to Barringer High School. He was only one of five children who went to high school, later graduating from Stevens Tech in 1911 with an engineering degree. [9] Instead of going into engineering, he got a position at an insurance company named Ocean Accident and Guarantee Insurance Co. where he met Katherine Ruth Weber. In May 1914, he married her and graduated from New York Law School in 1915 which helped him with drafting insurance contracts. In 1922, he used this knowledge to start his own insurance company  named Walter A Schaefer & Co., with an office in Newark until after World War II. Their business slogan was “You’re safer with Schaefer.” By the late 1920s and 1930s, Walter Sr. was president of the Casualty Underwriters Association, part of the Essex County Association of Insurance Agents. During World War II, Ruth and Walter served as air raid wardens. He later ran against a well-liked Republican named Fred Hartley, using his admiration of Lincoln, but he lost. [10] He served as senior citizen affairs adviser for a Democratic Senator named Carmen Orechio, started a speakers club in Nutley, whom honored him, as did the town council, at his 100th Birthday in 1990. He would die in the year of 1991, on December 1, outliving his son, Walter, Jr. who died in October of 1990.

Walter Sr.’s parents were George Schaefer and Margaret Bahr. George was an immigrant from Germany in 1871 (and born in 1847) who was a baker in New York for years, dying between 1899 and 1900. [11] Walter’s mother, by contrast, was born in Tusten, Sullivan, New York in 1854. Born to a family from Bavaria, Germany, her father was a farmer named John Bahr (1825-1892) and her mother was named Margaret (b. 1829). After marrying George Schaefer, she served as administrator of his will, written in 1894, with the administration in 1900 to “five minor children,” one of whom was Walter Sr. He would live on 95 York Avenue from 1900 to 1910, and later within Essex, New Jersey.

Ruth was as educated as Walter Sr. After attending Erasmus Hall High School, studying English, Math, History (Ancient, English and American), Physics, Latin and French, she majored in the latter two. While she got “Cs in all her subject” as noted by a relative, she graduated high school, in 1907, and enrolled at Smith College. Once there, she studied various subjects, ranging from Chemistry to Philosophy, but took a lot of Mathematics classes, getting grades that were evenly distributed between Bs and Cs, with D then as the highest grade, which she got in English. [12] She graduated with a Bachelors of Arts in 1911. Her address during the time of her schooling was 496 Fifth Street, Brooklyn, New York, with her father, Lawrence A. Weber (1861-1942), a “coal and wood dealer” like his father before him. Her mother was Helen M. Williams (1865-1943) and she had seven siblings.

Walter Sr. and Ruth’s children expanded the family. [13] Martha, who died in March 1986 in Philadelphia, Philadelphia County, Pennsylvania, would marry Delmar Molarsky sometime in the 1940s or 1950s. Martha and Delmar would have a daughter, whom would later marry and have her own daughter. Delmar, born in Boston in March 1913 and living in Nutley from 1920 to 1940, would die in Philadelphia, Philadelphia County, Pennsylvania in March 1983. As for Walter Jr., whom would die in October 1990 and be buried in Brooklyn, he would marry Carol Johnson and move to Providence, Rhode Island. Walter Jr. and Carol would have one son whom would marry, and have two children of his own.

© 2018-2023 Burkely Hermann. All rights reserved.

This is reprinted from my family history of the Mills/Packard family. This tells a shortened version of the Bob Mills story in World War II sent out to relatives on June 17, 2018. Some other changes have been made to make a smoother text. This was originally published on the WordPress version of this blog in November 2018, but has been broken apart info various parts for this blog.

continued in part 4

Notes

[9] See “Resident declares existence of speech study group,” “How to Rise to The Top In The Corporate World,” “Ironbound Revisited” and “High School Days at Barringer High,” Karl Greene’s “Senior Notes” and The Nutley Sun, “Friends Toast Walter Schaefer,” Apr. 12, 1990 within Walter Sr.’s This is Your Life, along with other articles within this booklet of old newspaper clippings.

[10] As a relative writes on Ancestry, “My grandfather, Walter A. Schaefer, soaked up history. He was particularly interested in the lives of Civil War figures. He was considered well-versed in the life and times of Abraham Lincoln and spoke with flair to many regional groups about this topic. While WAS was open to views about the Confederates, he could never forgive what he considered the incompetency of Gen. McClellan. This was just one of many topics WAS felt strongly about!”

[11] 1871 Passenger Manifest, Family Search; 1870 U.S. Federal Census, Newark, Family Search; Newark, New Jersey, City Directory, 1877; Newark, New Jersey, City Directory, 1899; Probate of George Schaefer, 1900, Application for Probates of Wills, Vol. 12, p. 356. His will might be there, but with no index, it is hard to know. Also used: Bahr Household, Tusten, Sullivan, New York, New York State Census of 1855. This is also noted in the as noted in the 1880 U.S. Federal census and the 1860 census as well. Other sources: 1900 U.S. Federal Census, Newark Ward 10, Essex, New Jersey, National Archives, NARA T623, Enumeration District 91, Roll 965, Page 13B. Called “Schafer” in this census. That year, he was going to school with his brother Allison (age 15) and sister Florence (age 13) and was living without a father but with his brother Wilbur (age 7), and sister Elsie (age 5) in a house the family owned and mortgaged; 1910 U.S. Federal Census, Newark Ward 10, Essex, New Jersey, National Archives, NARA T623, Enumeration District 79, Roll 965, Page 13B, In 1910 he is living at the same address, is a shoe store salesman, with his widowed mother Margaret (age 55), brother Allwin P. (age 24), brother George W. (age 16), sister Florence (age 23), and sister Elsie (age 15), Allwin was a plumber, George W. was an Office boy, and Florence was a typewriter; New York, New York, Marriage Index 1866-1937 which notes Marriage to Katherine Ruth Weber on 10 Nov 1914 in Kings, New York; Walter Augustus Schaefer living on 19 Lexington Ave in Essex, NJ according to 1917 draft card. Also listed in 1942 draft card as living in Essex, New Jersey and within U.S., Social Security Death Index, 1935-2014.

[12] She studied Chemistry, English, French, Latin, Math, Astronomy, Bible, History, Physics, Art, and Philosophy. Other siblings included Eva M. Weber (1887-1975), Helen M. Weber (1888-1930), Louise Weber (1892-1946), Lawrence J. Weber (1893-1933), Hortense Marion Weber (1898-1971), Eugene J. Weber (1901-1965), Paul A. Weber (1909-1970). Lawrence was the son of the Lawrence Weber (1836-1897) and Barbara Meyer (1838-1917).

[13] Sources include: U.S., Social Security Death Index, 1935-2014 and the Gravestone of Walter A. Schaefer, Jr. which shows birth and death dates, among other information. Delmar's residency is established by the 1920, 1930, and 1940 censuses.

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CARL WEATHERS and ARNOLD SCHWARZENEGGER Predator (1987)

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ROAD HEAD ੈ✩‧₊˚

2007 tom kaulitz x fem!reader

summary: tom is annoying the shit out of you on a road trip so u teach him a lesson :3

warnings: sub tom, risky, semi-sublic blowjobb

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your boyfriend was annoying the shit out of you. you had been in the car with him for thirteen hours at this point.

he thought it would be fun to go on a road trip instead of a plane, saying, “It will be a new experience!” and, “It would be a good time for us to bond!”

“we aren’t already bonded enough?” you would retort.

and now you are here. in the passenger seat longing to get out of this hot, crammed car.

you don’t know how you can last six more hours in this enclosed space with him.

you asked him for aux?

ignored?

you ask him for some of his candy?

he shoves it in his mouth, smiling at you as he finishes the last bite.

what has gotten into him? was it the lack of sleep from the previous night of driving? was it the coffee from the hotel?

“tom you are so fucking annoying today!”

you shout over his loud music as he had turned it up the last time you asked for him to play a different song.

“suck my dick!” he shouts between the lyrics he was obnoxiously singing.

he dances around playfully in his seat and you huff, turning away from him and crossing your arms.

your thoughts start to linger as you stare at the open road, your eyes following cars as they pass by.

what would it be like to suck toms dick right now? would it suck the annoyingness out of him too?

jesus christ, maybe the hotel coffee was getting to you too.

or maybe it was just the urge to fuck your boyfriend.

“do you really want me to, tom?” you spoke over his music.

“do i really— what?”, he turned to you for a moment, giving you a perplexed stare and turning the volume of his music down before looking back onto the road.

“do you really want me to suck your dick?” you blatantly said, staring right at tom, who kept his gaze fixed on the road in front of him.

“babe— what?” he repeated.

“jesus christ you are fuckin’ deaf,” you let out a breathy laugh to yourself at toms confusion, “let me just show you—“

unbuckling your seatbelt, you climb over the center console and snake yourself towards toms seat, situating yourself under the steering wheel, between toms legs.

tom was shifting in confusion as you did this, muttering small what the fuck?'s under his breath.

“babe, what’re you doing..?” his voice trailed off as he connected the dots.

you grabbed the waist of his sweatpants, he lifted his hips up to make it easier for you to take them off, he was very compliant for someone acting so confused.

“what if someone sees us?!” he diverts his gaze away from the road as he says this.

“they will get jealous that you have such an amazing girlfriend.”

he scoffed.

you took his boxers off.

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tom gripped the steering wheel tightly, knuckles so white they were nearly blue.

he sucked in a shallow breath between his teeth and swallowed thickly, the sight of your pretty mouth wrapped around his cock was enough to make him cum.

you kept up your fast, desperate pace with your mouth.

he tasted so fucking good.

you moaned around toms beautifully hard cock as you moved your head forward, taking tom all the way.

he took one hand off of the wheel, bringing it down the back of your head and taking a fist full of your hair.

he held your head down on his sweet cock, making your muscles constrict around toms cock as you gagged, your eyes watering.

he let out a guttural moan as you fully took in his pretty length.

“f-fuck baby im s’close!” he takes his hand off of your head, too lost in the pleasure to hold it there any longer.

he tried to keep his eyes open as his climax neared.

you take your mouth of off him with a ‘pop!’

“why’d y’stop?” he whined, looking down at you then hastily looking back up. “you tease me too much..”

“aww, sweet boy can’t take a little bit of fun?” you chuckled, looking straight into his eyes which stayed on the road. you couldn’t tell if it was because he was actually focusing on driving, or if he was too embarrassed to look you in the eyes.

but your attention quickly diverted from his eyes onto his cock as it twitched, just longing for your touch.

tom bit his bottom lip, fidgeting with his lip ring.

his hands kept a tight grip on the steering wheel, which he tried so hard to keep from snaking down towards his cock and pleasuring himself. 

you couldn’t help but smile at how patient he was being.

“hey, tom.” you said casually, “look at me.”

he did as you said, reluctantly “wha-?”

you quickly gripped his cock and brought it towards your mouth, using all the strength in your body to suck him off perfectly.

you swirled your tongue around him, flattening it out every so often.

“holyfuckingshit!” he breathed, “im so fucking close--! mphh- please!”

he was so sensitive he could cum any second now.

you knew it.

he definitely knew it.

you pushed the most of toms cock in your mouth as you could, and with one final moan of your name tom shot his hot seed right into the back of your throat.

the pressure of the seatbelt on toms abdomen as he strained his hips made him whine as he rode out his intense high.

he threw his head against the seat, jaw hanging slack. 

his body bucked forward as you took your mouth off of him.

“so if i want head like this again, all i have to do is annoy you?”

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