Seib Family Trust

A young Mary Pickford (Silent Movie Actress) holding a grizzly bear cub headed for the St. Louis Zoo. Photo taken by George Seib. It was on the return trip from Kodiak island. He was there as part of an archeological dig with Washington University & the Smithsonian.

Building on the left is the house at 2323 Lafayette Ave. Building on the right is no more! It caught fire in the 1980's. My Great Uncle Dr. Seib bought the property and tore the building down. There was no way to save anything. Today it is the large lawn seen on the left side of the property if you are facing it from the street. This photo is a rare glimpse of the backside of the building during the time the other home still stood. Again the left building still remains.

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In 1995, Bill Murray, the iconic actor, was in St. Louis filming the movie Larger Than Life.
A friend of ours had an antique shop on Cherokee Street in the Antiques Row of businesses. They told us what day they were filming and what time. We went down and watched the production take place. Most of the street was blocked off past the first block. Among a small crowd of people, we watched Bill Murray get chased up and down the street by a live elephant. They had two elephants on location that day, which they used for shooting. We watched them switch them out between takes, then do another run with him down the sidewalk. Also, between takes, the crew would break out skateboards and grind on the sidewalks before resuming filming.
Mr. Murray danced about laughing and making fun of crew members. He got a large strawberry ice cream waffle cone from a Velvet Freeze nearby while they reset the cameras and took care of the elephants. Then he came over and greeted us all, even singing a song with members of a boy choir. I wish I could remember which school or what they were singing. After that, an older African American man came up to him and said, “Thank you, mister Ghostbuster." He spoke, pausing as if he were going to say more. Mr. Murray froze and looked at him with a bit of surprise. They shared a glance of respect for one another, and Mr. Murray straightened up his posture and shook the man's hand firmly. It was an earnest moment. I watched the playful actor's persona disappear for a moment. I don't think he was acting; it looked like the man had brought up some distant memory for him.
I finally got to shake his hand and get his autograph. I didn't have a cell phone then, so there was no way to take a photo. That's all I can remember of the encounter. I still have the signed $1 bill to this day.

This photo is from the front yard at the family home at 2323 Lafayette in Lafayette Square. It is a photo taken in the 1930-1940's by my family of the church across the street that still stands today. Lafayette Park United Methodist in St. Louis, Missouri.

Side porch of the family home at 2323 Lafayette. It was used as the main entrance, for family and patients that came to see Dr. George Seib. His practice was located in the home on the first floor. Photo taken 1930-40. Porch has been restored and remains to this day.

Hello all! Poem from Carrie Seib to celebrate Mother's Day. Written May 9, 1943. It says:

In memory of Mother, I will say a prayer today.
For all of her love and tender care,
For teaching me to know and live teh right way.
For her faith and her devotion in which I daily share.

May it be ever in my power,
To follow her with pure heart and soul.
I hear her speaking to me through each flower,
Watch and observe how tehy unfold.

It is the light that shows them the way
To step out of infancy and rise,
To attract the colors of gay
Of the truth the noble prize.

And so I find great joy and delight
To honor my Mother this way.
I will follow the truth in the light
And remember her with these flowers today.

This was a poem written by my Great Grandmother Carrie Seib. She was a published poet, wrote several volumes of work. Unfortunately they are in German. We will get them translated one day. Her photo is attached. She wrote and lived at the home of 2323 Lafayette in Lafayette Square, St, Louis, MO.

Just a heads up. ALL images in regard to family photos on this page are original and family owned. I am a descendent of the Seib Family. NO Unauthorized use of family images posted on this site is allowed. All images are copyrighted. Thank you all for liking our page! We are amazed and excited at the response to our posts. Our goal is to preserve and share the history of our family, so others may enjoy a time that has come to pass. Pass onto your family & friends your own history, do not let it be forgotten!

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Dining Room Breakfront. It was later enclosed woth wood that matched the dining room table. Still in the house at 2323 Lafayette Ave. January 24, 1932.

Located at the family home at 2323 Lafayette. “Paul and Virginia”, marble sculpture purchased during the Depression by the Seib family. February 7, 1932.

Here is a souvenir from the 1904 World’s Fair. It is made of tar and maybe you all may know more about these things than I do. All I can say is that this one was bought at the fair by my family.

Hope everyone has a wonderful safe day!

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Spring

Everyone in the family eagerly awaited Spring when they could enjoy the outdoors once again. Plants were made ready at their Broadway Bakery home to be hauled up once again to the roof garden. Goldfish would soon find more room in the bigger tanks there under the arbor. Emma's loved Canary birds would soon sing amongst the flowers in their brass cages. But, what excited them all most was going on Sunday rides in the country, which today is downtown Clayton and other suburbs.

Baskets of food were packed. Bottles of water were filled for drinking and the radiator. Quilts to sit on were neatly folded and placed in the car. Extra spare tires were stuffed between seats. Everything possible was taken along because there was no McDonald's! There were very few gas stations, maybe one in a town of one was lucky. All packed, they would leave at daybreak. The goal was to get back before dark. No street lights existed on most country roads. But this day, this trip was the one my Uncle George would regret.

Having found a beautiful shaded groove by the road, the family settled in for a picnic. To my Uncle George, that meant exploration time. Something that often got him into a bit of trouble.

It was an unusually warm day. The automobile had already required one stop for a cool down and radiator fill. The family sat around on the quilts after eating for it was story time. My Grandfather George Martin was officially designated for this role. He once again filled the afternoon with laughter. Grandmother Carrie realized son George had been gone awhile. She started calling him. After awhile he appeared at the edge of the woods. As he approached his father gasped. "You drop those right now!" Uncle George had picked a bouquet for his Mother. Problem was, he had added Poison Ivy leaves!

As fast as she could Carrie grabbed some water and soap to clean him off. She scrubbed his hands, arms and face. When she looked for water to rinse him off there was none left. It had gone into the radiator. Except for half a bottle, it had been used. All she had done was rub in the plant oil and spread it with the soap. They threw everything in the car and Grandfather drive as fast as he could to find more water but no store was open. Two hours later they arrived back home. Uncle George was rushed into the bathtub for a good clean. It was too late. The reaction was started. Before the night was over the rash spread.

It took a week until the rash started to diminish. He could finally open his eyes like normal again. His skin was not red and swollen. The oatmeal baths were no longer necessary to stop the intense itching. Dr. Harnish, the neighborhood physician had given them a white cream to help which made him look funny to his sister Edna. At last Uncle George was healed. He got a lecture from every adult in his family about Poison Ivy, Poison Oak and his explorations. This boy of ten learned a hard lesson about "leaves of three, let it be". The rest of his life he hated oatmeal. He did not give up exploring.

Wishing everyone a wonderful Spring. Despite all the turmoil in the world right now, Spring is the hope of great good change. Spend time outdoors in nature away from the worry. Stay safe everyone!

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My Grandmother Carrie came from a farm on the outskirts of Talheim, Germany. She left there as a young teenager. Shortly before World War I, she made her first trip back with her husband and children to visit her mother Rosalina and family. It was a long journey taking the train to New York and then an Ocean liner to Europe, followed by trains again. Her father picked them up from the train station in their family wagon pulled by two Clydsdale horses. Not an easy or comfortable journey.

My Mother was a toddler and never remembered much about the trip, however my Uncle George did. He had great fun on the family farm there. Often he would tell me of running around the huge Clydesdale horses. He would run under them through their legs until his Mother Carrie caught him and scolded him on the danger of his action. He just then was more careful not to get caught. He was a daredevil even that young which continued for years to come.

Carrie and her family stayed for a good long visit. She retraced her steps as a child to the school, up the huge long stairway to the top by the church she attended. They visited the walled old Talheim town that sat high on a cliff overlooking the river and valley below. Too soon it was time to leave. Carrie promised to return but the war came. She never saw her mother or father again. Rosalina died at the age of ninety on her birthday.

Carrie often said when she lived in Germany she was blond with blue eyes, quite the opposite of her darker hair and almost hazel eyes we all knew. When she returned on this trip to Germany, they were astounded to see her hair turn lighter and her eyes become blue. I would not have believed it if I had not seen it happen in 1958, when I traveled with her back to Germany once again. It reversed back once again when she was back in Saint Louis. There is no explanation.

George Seib in Alaska… there trying to dig up evidence of the land bridge. He was working with Washington University and the Smithsonian. Photos from the 1930’s.

Dr. George A. Seib birthday photo, sometime in the 1980’s.

Dr. George A Seib just shortly around the time he retired his practice. His office and patients met at the family home at 2323 Lafayette Avenue. His old office is now a brand new kitchen, which originally I believe was the kitchen before he converted it into his examination room. Photos taken in 1987.

Hope everyone has a good safe day! Here is hoping for a much better year ahead.

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