Person Sheet
NameFredrick FINK 
Birth24 Nov 1884, Versailles, Brown, Illinois
Death2 Jul 1963 Age: 78
BurialVersailles, Brown, Illinois [123]
Burial MemoLittle Creek Cemetery (Spunky Ridge?) or possibly Mt. Zion Cemetery
FatherJohn FINK (1856-1923)
MotherMargaret “Maggie” TURNER (1863-1916)
Misc. Notes
1. As told to me by my mother, Connie Jane IVEY: “Mom’s pop’s brother, uncle Fred never married. We would go see him when we went to Versailles, and he would turn his back to us, take out his change purse and get out a dollar bill and give us each one. He spent most of his time sitting up town on a park bench watching the people pass by and lived in a rooming house with the same lady for years. I think he left whatever he had to her.”
2. 1920 US Census, Illinois, Brown, Versailles Township, Enumeration District 189, Sheet 2B, Taken 22 Jan 1920:
Fred Fink, Head, Owns Home, Free of Mortgage, Age 34, Single, Read and Write English - Yes, POB - Illinois, Occupation - Grain Farmer, Father POB - Ohio, Mother POB - Kentucky
3. Listed as neighbor to his brother John in 1920 US Census.
4. From an email from Lula Mary BROWN Fink, 5 Sep 2003: “I think Uncle Fred left what little bit he had left to his brother, Calvin. Fred stayed with us for quite a while in Versailles when we lived in that big house. Then he went to what was the old hotel and stayed with that lady. Think her name was Mrs. Hooshier. The cemetery where Uncle Fred, and I think his mother is buried is Mt. Zion [Cemetery].”
5. As told to me by Dennie Fink in an email from May 2009:
“There are a few things about Uncle Fred that you didn't print. He lived one winter with our family in a big old house we rented a few blocks from where I live now. Anyway he told me while reflecting one summer day that he had worked nearly all his working life at the Lucky Strike or the Lucky Stark shoe factory. May have been as close as Pittsfield, there used to be a factory there. May have been St Louis, not real sure. He would walk to the edge of town to a small diner run by Georgia Baker and ask for a piece of pie. Then ask her if she had washed her hands before she had made the pie. He would stand inside the store building and wave to the old ladies in town through the windows. Pissed Dad off to no end. I was there, I saw him do this stuff. Later on he rented a room in the old hotel on the corner. I think it was there he died. His funeral and Uncle Bill's (your grandfather) were very close together, no more than a couple of days. I made a flat tombstone for him out of concrete so his grave would not be unmarked. He was one of a kind.”
2. 1920 US Census, Illinois, Brown, Versailles Township, Enumeration District 189, Sheet 2B, Taken 22 Jan 1920:
Fred Fink, Head, Owns Home, Free of Mortgage, Age 34, Single, Read and Write English - Yes, POB - Illinois, Occupation - Grain Farmer, Father POB - Ohio, Mother POB - Kentucky
3. Listed as neighbor to his brother John in 1920 US Census.
4. From an email from Lula Mary BROWN Fink, 5 Sep 2003: “I think Uncle Fred left what little bit he had left to his brother, Calvin. Fred stayed with us for quite a while in Versailles when we lived in that big house. Then he went to what was the old hotel and stayed with that lady. Think her name was Mrs. Hooshier. The cemetery where Uncle Fred, and I think his mother is buried is Mt. Zion [Cemetery].”
5. As told to me by Dennie Fink in an email from May 2009:
“There are a few things about Uncle Fred that you didn't print. He lived one winter with our family in a big old house we rented a few blocks from where I live now. Anyway he told me while reflecting one summer day that he had worked nearly all his working life at the Lucky Strike or the Lucky Stark shoe factory. May have been as close as Pittsfield, there used to be a factory there. May have been St Louis, not real sure. He would walk to the edge of town to a small diner run by Georgia Baker and ask for a piece of pie. Then ask her if she had washed her hands before she had made the pie. He would stand inside the store building and wave to the old ladies in town through the windows. Pissed Dad off to no end. I was there, I saw him do this stuff. Later on he rented a room in the old hotel on the corner. I think it was there he died. His funeral and Uncle Bill's (your grandfather) were very close together, no more than a couple of days. I made a flat tombstone for him out of concrete so his grave would not be unmarked. He was one of a kind.”
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