Joe was the hired man that I knew when I was growing up across the road from Grandma’s farm. He had come to the
Joe was an expert in pruning fruit trees and he also could cut weeds, grass, and hay with his scythe so that it looked like they had been evenly mowed. He used Grandma’s horse to weed and till the soil between the many rows of vegetables and berries. He was particularly attached to Shorty. When the little colt was born, Joe gave it all his attention and it became a very docile and hardworking horse on Grandma’s farm.
One time when I was quite little, I pleaded with Joe to let me ride Shorty as he held the halter and led Shorty to the field. However, Joe had been told by my Mother never to let me ride the horse because she did not trust me not to fall off. Joe warned me not to tell anybody if he let me ride the horse. However, not being very wise at the age of four, I immediately told my Mother that Joe had let me ride the horse. Bad decision for both of us!
Before becoming Grandma’s hired man, Joe had worked to save money to send for his sweetheart in the old country. He planned to marry her when she arrived. Unfortunately, Joe’s sweetheart met someone else on the boat to the
Joe began to drink frequently and heavily, and stopped going to the sacraments and to Mass—except for infrequent occasions. After being hired by Grandma, my Mother remembers that Joe returned from a night of drinking, either at a tavern or at a friend’s house. It was late at night when he fell in the driveway before reaching the small white house in which he lived. When found in the morning, his coat was encrusted with ice and was frozen to the ground. Somehow he survived without permanent injury.
My elderly cousin remembers Joe as very quiet and always polite to her as a little girl. She remembers being in his little white house a couple of times, really a little shed with only studs and outside boards. She observed that the little house was so empty, but Joe had a crucifix nailed on one wall. My cousin thought that he was very lonely because he would sit alone for hours in the evenings and on Sundays when he was not working.
Grandma’s farm was auctioned off and sold in the mid 40's, and Joe continued to drink. For a while, he lived in ‘Jacob’s House’, a 2-story old house that had been abandoned. The new owner of the property discovered Joe sleeping on the floor, and Joe had to find another place to stay. A local apple orchard hired him but he was quickly fired. He then did occasional work for others to earn money, especially using his scythe to cut weeds.
By about 1950,
I would often see Joe when I visited Grandma. One time I asked him to stop drinking and say an act of contrition—which I didn’t think he remembered. Joe then said the complete confessional prayer in Latin he had learned as a young altar boy in
Shortly before his death, Grandma asked me to cut Joe’s hair because he didn’t have the money. Joe was still quite good looking in his early seventies and had a full head of white hair. He was not feeling well, and had had recent surgery
Grandma was the one who found Joe’s body lying on the floor in my Aunt's garage. He had set up a ladder to attach a rope to a rafter and it appeared that he was trying to commit suicide. The flimsy rope broke, or he was unsteady and fell off the ladder—we never knew for sure. When the police and ambulance came, the attendants determined Joe had died from the fall.
After the funeral Mass, Joe Yersche was buried in an unmarked grave in the southeast corner of the small parish cemetery
Recently [April 2006], my Aunt's 23-month old great-grandson was at her home “helping” with yard work. He was busy following his Aunt around the yard and started to follow her into the detached garage, but wouldn't go in. His Aunt asked
Everyone concluded that it must be Joe that
If Joe, the hired man, is in purgatory, he has been there for forty years since his death in the mid 60's. Does anyone reading this post have an extra prayer for the respose of Joe's soul?
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A Pater, Ave and Requiem to the High Seat of Heaven for Joe's soul!
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