Cicero Eric & Clara Fredericka Mischke Herzog. They were married September 03, 1918 in Yakima, Washington. Cicero was the son of George & Sarah (Outlaw) Herzog and Clara was the daughter of Frank & Anna (Topfer) Mischke.
Here's a poem about Grandpa Herzog written by my maternal Grandfather, Alfred Tennyson Vaughn (their son in law, who married their daughter Naomi Eileen Herzog):
Tall and strong, there he stood,
Beside the forge, tongs in hand,
As flames belched below the hood,
Softening by heat the iron band
That was to become a shoe, good
For the horse waiting in the stand.
As the color changed from red to white,
The smithy plucked the iron out,
Clamped in tongs and held tight
Then placed on anvil and turned about
For hammer to shape both left and right
Ends of the loop, fit but stout.
As he worked, so he lived a life apart,
Strong and firm, he was nature’s man.
Beneath that hardiness was tender heart,
Waiting for maiden fair, the flame to fan.
Two hearts drew near, though poles apart,
As love burned thru shell of outer man.
As the flake and crust gave way to love
Of God, and for maiden, gentle and fair,
Their eyes met often ‘neath blue skies above
The smithy’s shop, and showed their care
For each other, until that day when his love
Moved him to ask her his life to share.
She said yes, so, joining hearts and hands,
And with God’s love and blessing they began life
Anew. Daily they prayed they might understand
Better how to live as husband and wife.
Soon God added to home little hands
And hearts to love and share words of life.
His hands, so big and strong,
When needed to correct a wrong,
Were yet soft and tender like his heart,
When touched in sorrow as loved ones part.
And when in joy he touched the strings
Of his violin, all the family sings.
God put Mama here many years ago,
To bring joy and comfort to other souls.
She gave Him her heart when young, and so,
She served Him well whatever His goals.
Mama met Papa and fell in love,
Then she won him to the Lord.
The two became one ‘neath heaven above,
Together she prayed and read His word.
In God’s love they raised their family,
There were six of us in all;
But God called one an angel to be,
The others remained to wait His call.
Papa went home in nineteen-sixty one,
He’d raised his family on God’s word.
With hard work and love for every one,
He taught them to love and serve the Lord.
Mama went up home on the Lord’s Day,
That wonderful Mama of mine.
Now she can hear angels sing and play.
There couldn’t have been a better time.
Can almost see her arriving there,
Papa watching and waving, looking down.
Grandpa, Grandma, Julia, Carl and Emma
All waiting while she gets her crown.
Now they’re all together at last,
Greeting each other with a holy kiss;
Sharing precious memories of the past,
Praising the Lord for heaven’s bliss.