touched by violence - r 1of

Einstein showed that time was another dimension comparable to the three dimensions of space.

But a journey in time is quite different than a journey in space, even though a journey in space is done in time.

I have meditated on violence and its affect on people.  I have started a journey in space about the affect of people of violence.

I am collecting here my personal journey in time of being touched by violence.  I define that to be any time violence occurred and it affected me.  Many of these events are back in the mists of memory.  I will bring back what I can.

My oldest memory is not mine but my mother's.  She says when I was very young, I went out with some neighbor children.  She implied it was without her permission.  At some point I took off my shoes and walked in dirty water.  I got a piece of glass in my foot.  She took me to a medical facility and had the glass removed.  Since I was the first born, she put the piece of glass in my baby book, which I seem not to have anymore.  But I have a strong and sure memory of the piece of glass in the book.

I don't remember what she said of the other children.

I don't remember how she looked when she told the story, but I think she felt betrayed.  She spent her time and energy, and the money my father sent home from the war in the Pacific, raising me.  She expected more of me. She always did.

Joseph C Kuebbing

b.1924Jul29

m.19?

mil.enlist.1943Jul20 Cinn OH

mil.ent.1943Aug10

mil.x.1946Mar13?

d.1994Jan25

 

brother of

Marcellus T Kuebbing

Andrew George Kuebbing

Eugene John Kuebbing

Ermalinda Kuebbing

husband of

Martha

father of

C

Eugene John Kuebbing

b.1919Mar2

m.19?

mil.enlist.1943Jan28 Cinn OH

mil.ent.1943Feb4

mil.x.1946Jan29

d.1987Feb13

 

brother of

Marcellus T Kuebbing

Andrew George Kuebbing

Joseph C Kuebbing

Ermalinda Kuebbing

husband of

Dorothy

father of

L

M

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Marcellus T Kuebbing

b.1911Jan16

m.19?

mil.enlist.1942May9 Cinn OH

mil.ent.1942May9

mil.x.1946May7

d.1983Apr11

 

brother of

Andrew George Kuebbing

Eugene John Kuebbing

Joseph C Kuebbing

Ermalinda Kuebbing

husband of

Betty

Andrew George Kuebbing

b.1915Oct28

m.194?

mil.enlist.1942Sep23 Cinn OH

mil.ent.1942Oct7

mil.x.1946Jan14

1952-1967 Treasurer of South Fort Mitchell Ky

1952-1971 City clerk of South Fort Mitchell Ky

d.1981Mar13

 

brother of

Marcellus T Kuebbing

Eugene John Kuebbing

Joseph C Kuebbing

Ermalinda Kuebbing

husband of

Vera Trimpe Kuebbing

father of

R (1943Jun23-)

T (1947Jul1-)

D (1951Nov19-)

Jura Foster Burrell

m.Carl Burrell
s.Brabson Carleton Burrell
s.Everett Burrell
s.Schley H. Burrell
s.Lyman F. Burrell
s.Richard J. Burrell

Vera Trimpe Kuebbing childhood

These are old memories and may be inaccurate but not false.

Vera grew up on Hermes Ave in Covington KY.  The family went to St John's Church on the Dixie Hwy.

Grandma

At some point when she was young, her mother came to her and told her to pack her clothes in a bag.  She took mother to her mother's house to live.  "Grandma" was getting to a point she could not be trusted to take care of herself.  I don't remember hearing how long she lived with Grandma, or what triggered the next part of the story, but at some point her mother came again and sent her home.  When she arrived home, her youngest brother Bill met her at the door.  You don't belong here, he said, you're Grandma's girl.  I've always wondered if the underlying reason was that when she left, a bedroom became available, and now it would be reclaimed.

I don't know if mother ever told the story in Bill's presence, but I know that there was a strong affection and respect between them, and that he was her terminal caregiver.

mud in your eye

There is a story in the Gospels that never fails to remind me of our mother.

When Jesus and his disciples arrived at Bethsaida, people brought to him a blind man and begged Jesus to touch him. He took the blind man by the hand and led him outside the village. Putting spittle on his eyes he laid his hands on the man and asked,

Do you see anything?

Looking up the man replied,

I see people looking like trees and walking.

Then he laid hands on the man's eyes a second time and he saw clearly; his sight was restored and he could see everything distinctly. Then he sent him home and said,

Do not even go into the village.

- Mk 8:22-26

When she was a student at St John's school, something happened on the playground. A boy was hit sharply in the eye. Mother went and found or made some mud and placed it on the boy's eye. He never got a black eye. One of the nuns gave her a saint picture card.

I think it shows her nerve and ability to act in time of trouble.  Also her calmness when trouble first happens.