08/12/2026
I have decided to share a paper that was written by my first cousin Thomas Miller, this is entitled to travelers, I will add some photos to this posting with Tom’s permission.
THE TRAVELERS
Last week, I stated at the end of my post that this week I would write about the High Road to Taos, New Mexico. Well, I'm taking a one-week break from the Taos series to share a little about the family reunion I attended last weekend, June 23-24, in North Dakota, my home state.
This reunion of the August Isaak, Jr. family takes up a whole weekend, beginning with a golf tournament on Saturday morning, visiting and an old-time dance with a live band on Saturday night, a church service on Sunday morning, followed by a potluck picnic in a park. And folks, this has been held every two years on the last Sunday in June since 1950. I'm proud to say that I was at the very first reunion, albeit only a few weeks old and held by my mother, but I was there!
How did all this come to be, a big, far-flung family that still gets together every couple of years? About 250-350 people attend the reunion each time it's held. At the reunion last weekend, one of my second cousins (thanks Carol!) reminded me that I wrote a paper in 1987 about my mom's side of the family, for an anthropology class at NDSU. As I recall, the class focused on the settlement of the Germans from Russia in North Dakota. They constituted a large percentage of the folks who immigrated to the US and settled in central and western North Dakota in the late 1800's and early 1900's. When I got home the other day, I dug out that paper (I surprised myself at how quickly I found it!) and decided to share some of the story with you. The paper was titled "The Travelers" because they moved a lot over the period of 125 years or so, and just maybe that's where I got my traveling gene, from those early ancestors!
The story starts in the State of Brandenburg, Germany, near the city of Berlin, and, until reunification, was mostly situated in East Germany. There, the earliest recorded member of the Isaak family was born in 1758, Johann Michel. The area is relatively flat with deep, rich soil, and it's likely the Isaak family thrived there for many hundreds of years. However, it was also at the intersection where the French to the west and Prussia and Russia to the east would meet to fight battles over land, religion, or just because they had nothing else to do! This likely led to plundering, the conscription of young men, religious persecution (they were followers of Martin Luther), and maybe high taxes.
So some of the Isaak family pulled up stakes around 1790 and moved to Western Poland. This was during the time Frederick the Great of Prussia was ruler of Poland and set out to reform the country. He invited Germans to work the rich land in an area near Warsaw. Conditions weren't much better in Poland, especially after Frederick the Great died. The subsequent ruler declared war on France, resulting in Poland being ruled by Napoleon after the war. Napoleon ruled until 1813, when the Russians drove him back to his own country. Again, the Isaak family lived on a battleground, and when the Czar of Russia Alexander I called for voluntary immigration to South Russia, he found willing takers in the many Germans looking for a place to raise their families, practice their religion, and live in peace.
Between 1814 and 1816, about 8,000 Germans, or 1,500 families, made the trip to Bessarabia, South Russia, along what was then known as the Lemberg trail. I can imagine their excitement traveling to the "new frontier" and leaving behind about 20 years of sorrow, unrest, and uncertainty. The new settlers were promised protection by the Russian government and the same rights as natives. They were exempt from taxes for 10 years, offered loans to establish farms and businesses, allotted about 160 acres of land per family, exempt from military service for all time, and granted freedom to practice their religion. What a deal! As we look back, the Russians didn't keep all their promises and eventually forgot them all!
The Isaak family arrived in 1815 and likely helped establish the village of Kulm in Bessarabia, near the Koglanik River, which flows into the Black Sea. They probably spent their first winter on the Russian steppe in a subterranean structure built into the side of a hill or dug into the ground. In short order, the Germans established farms and grew crops of wheat, barley, oats, rye, and corn. Later they added sunflowers, grapes, and potatoes to their farms. Almost all farmers raised some livestock, certainly chickens, pigs, and cows for milk and meat. They also established schools and churches around where the village social life revolved. As the families grew and married, some of the Isaaks migrated to nearby open land and established new farms and villages with schools and churches. So it seems they were always on the move, albeit near other relatives and German families.
Why they made the next big move is a puzzle; they left Bessarabia, South Russia, in 1868 to cross the Black Sea to Georgia, in the North Caucasus Mountains. They might have left because of crop failure, poor soil, or because they couldn't make land payments, or more likely, because their Ukrainian neighbors and the Russian Government were bothering them. They'd been pretty successful in breaking the land in their agricultural practices and were seen as outsiders and fair game for harassment. They settled in Michaelsfeld, Georgia, located along the Kuban River and the Sea of Azov. This area is now under Russian Federation control and lies outside the boundaries of the present-day country of Georgia. There, my great-great Grandfather August Isaak Sr. worked as a surveyor and likely farmed. My great-grandfather August Jr. was born in Georgia in 1870. The family only spent about 10 years in the North Caucasus area, leaving for the US in 1878.
The Isaak family homesteaded near Parkston, South Dakota, near the present-day town of Yankton, near the Nebraska border. There, my great-grandfather August Jr. grew up and eventually married Katherina Breitling in 1892. Settlement in the area was rapid, and land was in short supply, so young August headed up to North Dakota, where he heard there was good land available to homestead. The following are some excerpts from an account of his journey that he wrote in 1926.
"In 1894 there was no crop in that part of South Dakota, so I and my neighbor John Hildebrand agreed to look for land and a new home. We took along some extra horses. We started north west on July 25, passed through Aberdeen and Eureka, South Dakota to Bismarck, North Dakota. When we crossed Emmons County, North Dakota we stopped at old Williams Port and there we saw a scaffold where four Indians were hanged. We thought quite a bit about this scaffold and we were glad when we left it behind." (This event was recorded in North Dakota history as these Indians were hanged for stealing horses. It was found later they were falsely accused and the actual perpetrators (white men) were caught. This was frontier justice at it's worst, in my opinion.)
"We lived mostly on prairie chickens and rabbits - no hotel for us. We crossed the Missouri River at Bismarck on the car ferry which was big enough for our wagons and teams. At Mandan we met a man by the name of Sprecher; he is now Doctor Sprecher. He was the first postmaster north of the Knife River. He told us of some good land. We started for Stanton in Mercer County and followed the Missouri River all the way. In Stanton we tried to buy some bread but we could not get any from William Strickler the only man we saw. He said he had some flour though and we bought some. An appetite makes food taste good; Hildebrand said I was a good cook. I baked some biscuits and fixed prairie chicken. Across the Knife River was an abundance of wild fruit. Everything looked good when we got up on the flat. So I said to myself 'this is your new home'."
August found some land that he could homestead on the SW1/4 of Section 30 in Township 145 North and Range 86 West, located about five miles north and west of present-day Hazen, North Dakota. He later moved to a farm on Section 20, Township 147 North, Range 85 West near the Missouri River and now overlooking Lake Sakakawea. My grandparents Frederick and Emma Isaak eventually acquired this property, and my uncle Gordon Isaak continues to live on and farm this piece of land. The story of August continues:
So I got ready to take my family to the new home. I got another covered wagon ready and took along twenty head of cattle mostly milk cows; four pigs and a dozen chickens and some household goods. I built a long body on the wagon. It was 8 feet by 16 feet with a rack to feed hay at the back. With the chickens and pigs under the rack, we started - I was 24 and my wife was 23 - on September 21, 1894. My brother William and Gottfried Panko, who were young lads, went along with us. Our progress was very slow on account of the cattle. We were on the road for 28 days. When we came to Mercer County we stopped with George Kuch for about two weeks; his first wife was my father's cousin. We got through the winter fine at the old Christ Oster place near Henry Richter's. The winter was mild. We brought a supply of flour from Mandan and we had milk and butter and meat. That was good enough for anyone. In the spring of 1895 I built a sod house on my homestead. Jac Unterseher and John Krukenberg helped me build. I raised a good crop that first year and in 1900 I proved up."
"We all worked hard and made the best of it. We had ten children 5 boys and 5 girls. The boys are David, Richard, Arthur, Frederick and Herbert; the girls are Lizzie, Emma, Anna, Esther and Hilda. Five of the children are married. All of them live in one neighborhood and belong to the same church. We all believe we have a good home in Mercer County." (In total August and Katherina had 14 children, 10 who survived to adulthood.)
August went on to serve at least two terms in the North Dakota State Legislature in 1916 and 1918, I believe, as a member of the Non-Partisan League (then a faction of the North Dakota Republican Party) that later merged with the Democratic Party. August and Katherina accumulated enough land and property to provide a piece of land for each of their children, boys and girls alike. August died of heart disease in 1933 at the age of 63 (of note, my Grandfather Fred Isaak died at age 64 of the same ailment). Katherina died in 1953 at age 81. They are buried in the Luther Gemeinde Cemetery out on the almost-treeless prairie, very near where we hold the family reunion. One can almost feel them looking down on the gathering and saying to each other in German.
