Resident Spotlight: Porcelain maker and seamstress Kathryn Steigler found life in America

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Porcelain maker and seamstress found life in America!

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Kathryn Steigler reminisces about working in a Bavarian porcelain factory after World War II.

The German province of Bavaria is home to one of the world’s rare deposits of kaolin, the clay mineral capable of withstanding the intense firing needed to produce delicate, translucent china. In the unsettled days after World War II, Homeland Center resident Kathryn Steigler worked in a Bavarian porcelain factory, and like Bavaria’s durable clay, emerged from hardship to find her life in America.

Kathryn Schlafman Steigler was born in Hungary in 1925, in a village of ethnic Germans. Her family worked a small subsistence farm, raising their own food and livestock. Her brother tended the horses. She learned from her mother and grandmother to bake bread every day and to weave fabric on a loom and sew it into clothing. Any extra crops were sold to a neighbor’s shop.

“Mom and dad, they worked so hard, and the young ones had to help, too,” she recalls.

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Kathryn Steigler (center, front) started working at a Steelton garment factory and, with her seamstress skills, became “forelady.”

Porcelain maker and seamstress found life in America!

World War II upended the family’s way of life. Kathryn’s father died during the war. Her brother vanished. The Communists who regained control of post-war Hungary collectivized the nation’s small farms and expelled ethnic Germans, even though they hadn’t supported the Nazis or the German war effort. Their land confiscated, Kathryn and her mother trekked through East Germany and crossed into West Germany. Settling in northern Bavaria, they lived in old barracks among thousands of other displaced persons hoping to reach America.

In the same region where the Goebel factory was producing its famous Hummel figurines — including those in the collection adorning Homeland’s gathering room – Kathryn found work in a porcelain factory. She worked with the clay mixture that would become plates and cups for diners. Workers would make the mix, put it in a mold, and let it sit until it dried. After the mold was cracked to release the piece for firing, the mold had to be rubbed clean for its next use.

“That’s the way I made my life,” she says. “It wasn’t easy. You had to work for something.”

In Bavaria, Kathryn met her future husband, Alois Steigler, a fellow Hungarian refugee of German heritage.

When they immigrated to America, the sponsor they expected to meet in New York never showed up. Instead of going to Ohio, as originally planned, they went to Steelton, PA, home of Steigler’s uncle.

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Kathryn Steigler (underlined, front) and the women she oversaw at Deborah Dress Co., Steelton, posed for a group photo on a winter day in 1960.

In Steelton, the Steiglers joined an immigrant community. Kathryn, raised in a German-speaking village and taught Hungarian in school, learned to speak English. Alois worked in the Bethlehem Steel plant for 30 years before retiring. She worked for 30 years in a factory producing high-end designer clothing for sale in New York. Using her seamstress skills, she became the factory “forelady,” making patterns and teaching the other workers – all women – to turn them into garments.

“I had to teach different girls how to sew a sleeve together, and how to put it on the machine,” she says.

The Steiglers had two sons, one still in the Harrisburg area and another now in Boston. Her two grandsons live in New York City and Boston. She is a member of Trinity Lutheran Church, Steelton.

In all her years, Steigler says she would “keep working wherever I can find it.”

“I know how to work a little bit,” she says. “That’s how I got along, one after another. That’s life. One after another.”

Homeland residents host friends and family for a holiday party

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The Zembo String Band entertained residents and guests in Homeland’s Chapel.

On a chilly night in December, the atmosphere inside Homeland Center was warm and loving. Every space filled with residents and invited guests exchanging good wishes and laughter. Live music filled three dining rooms and the chapel. Tables groaned with food, all of it homemade by Homeland staff. Wreaths hung on the walls, and Christmas trees brightened the rooms.

In the annals of holiday open houses, Homeland’s yearly holiday party, organized by the Board of Managers, is unique. Up and down every hall, every gathering space was adapted to accommodate as many as 500 guests. The tradition dates to 1978, giving residents the chance to send invitations and host family and friends in sharing the holiday spirit.

“It’s something they can provide because that’s taken away when they come to a nursing home. They’re hosting their families.”

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Quinn Bellows, left, enjoye the music with her grandmother, Nancy Snavely. Nancy was one of the Homeland staffers who originated the holiday party in 1978.

Resident Helen Schroll donned an elf hat for the party. Her daughter, Pat Fortenbaugh, proclaimed the party “wonderful.” Helen’s son-in-law, Richard Fortenbaugh appreciated the festivities flowing from one space to another.

“It’s a floating party,” he said.

Nancy Norton came at the invitation of her old friend Shirlee Fisher,

a Homeland resident for 14 years.

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Residents and guests getting into the spirit of the season with Santa hats and reindeer antlers included Shirlee Fisher, left, and her friend Nancy Norton.

“This is so nice they do this,” Norton said. “She and I have been friends for 35 years. I love the aides in here, and the residents are so nice.

In the second-floor solarium, resident Ray Caldwell proclaimed the party “a 100 percent success.”

“P.S.,” he added, “the food is delicious.”

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Homeland Development Director Betty Hungerford chats with Homeland resident, and revered former administrator, Isabel Smith.

Caldwell’s son, Dann Caldwell, is the chaplain for Homeland Hospice. He attended the party with his wife, Beth, and their son, Peter.

“Everybody comes out,” said Dann Caldwell. “It’s wonderful. I get to wear my chaplain and spiritual counselor hat, but I take it off and put on my family member hat.”

As music floated through the hallways, not all of it was Christmas-themed. Downstairs in the chapel, the Zembo String Band sprinkled their holiday selections with “Basin Street Blues” and “When Irish Eyes are Smiling.” In the main dining room, when Poconos-based music group Kat and Tom sang “Just the Way You Look Tonight,” guest Eric Jespersen led his mother, resident Flora Jespersen, to the floor for a dance. Kat and Tom’s next number: “Rudolph, the Red-Nosed Reindeer.”

In Homeland’s 50s-style diner, resident Geoff Davenport said he likes all parties. The food was good, he said, and he should know. His family owned many area restaurants, including the fondly remember Davenport’s, and he was a produce buyer for Marriott hotels.

“It’s nice to get a piece of medium-rare meat,” he said.

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From left, Sondra and Wayne Fertig were among the invited guests of resident Doris Coyne.

In the sunroom, resident Doris Coyne hosted six friends from her church. Her friend Wayne Fertig gave the party two

thumbs up. Doris had brought the group to the sunroom for a chance to catch up, but she loved the main dining room decorated with Christmas tree, stockings, and centerpieces of evergreens, red carnations, and white mums.

“The dining room looks beautiful,” she said.

In the dining room, resident Isabel Smith hosted her family, including her great-granddaughter Quinn. Smith is a former Homeland administrator credited with reviving the institution in the 1970s. Her daughter, Nancy Snavely, had been her mother’s assistant, and she recalled the party’s origins. It was 1978 when she and then-Activities Director Ginny Capp felt sad that residents could no longer host holiday parties, as they had in their homes.

A tradition was born. At that first party, held in what is now the gathering room, guests were served the food family-style.

“It was so crowded that people used to have to walk across the tables to get around, but it was wonderful,” Snavely said.

Sitting beside her daughter, Isabel Smith applauded the music. She remembered giving the green light to that first holiday party.

“I love this home,” she said. “This is a time for the people in Homeland to know that they’re family. That’s when home feels like a home.”