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Title
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Anton (ca. 1855-1925)
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Abstract
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I was a father, son, worker, husband, and I deserved to be able to rest in peace. I was from Poland and so were my parents. I was born about 1855, but my birthday has not been clarified in the records. I was a hard-working laborer, but I was given a long painful life.
When I was 28 on 18th October 1883, my wife had my first-born son Stanislaus. On February 23rd, 1888, I was gifted with my second son Joseph, but death took him too early when I lost him on May 15th of the same year. My wife was completely torn and so was I, but I had to keep fighting for the sake of my family. I continued working and providing for my family with the very little money I earned. My wife was ecstatic when she found out we were having another baby after we had lost our son. On February 16, of 1890, my daughter Bronislawa was born. Everything was going good for my family. On December 10, of 1893, my world completely stopped, my wife Constancia had passed away. I was 38, a widower and 2 kids to take care of. I had lost the love of my life, and my kids had lost their mother.
Throughout the years I lived in Milwaukee, Wisconsin with my family. My body was giving up on me, and I found out that I had Broncho Pneumonia and Bilateral Pleurisy Bronchitis, which affected my bronchial tubes on both sides of my chest. I coughed and coughed until my body no longer could take it. Due to the fact that I didn’t have enough money for a proper burial, I was buried in 1925 at the Poor Farm Cemetery. When this cemetery was partially destroyed, my body, along with thousands of others, was boxed and shelved at the University of Wisconsin, Milwaukee. Some burials were paved over, or buildings were built in the name of progress. As human beings we deserve to rest in a cemetery where our family can go and visit us. Cemeteries are supposed to be your final resting place. Anton, remember my name, as well as others who deserve to rest.
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Date
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November 5, 2025
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Creator
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Alenny, a sophomore high school student