"John begat William, who begat another John, who begat Augustus, who begat Laban, who begat Frank, who begat Carlisle, who begat Carleton, who begat Carleton Jr., who begat Jeffrey Carleton. It was a 340-year saga that survived wars, revolutions, depressions, famines, and poverty, but may all end with me because I can't seem to sustain a decent relationship."
—Jeff Hause, writing the first draft of this family history, 2005

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Title:Four Generations Present for Baptism at Zion Church
Newspaper:Chelsea Standard

Baptism of Jeffrey Hause

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   Almost two years to the day after their wedding, Carl and Martha gladdened the world by birthing me, JEFFREY CARLETON HAUSE (6/7/1961), just 190 years after my 6x great-grandfather William Hause was born in New York.
   I grew up in the town (now city) of Vista, and had aspirations of becoming an artist. I attended Palomar Community College and decided to become a cartoonist or animator. I wasn't exactly a motivated student (while at Palomar I won an award for the best newspaper cartoon at the college level in California, and still got a "D" in the class), so my plan changed to becoming an animator at Disney Studios. I then transferred to Long Beach State, where I studied illustration (they didn't have any animation classes, so I was just preparing a portfolio to present to Disney). Here are a few drawings from that time:

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From: R. Crumb
To: Jeff Hause

Comic Book

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   I had some great teachers, like Everett Peck (who created the animated TV show Duckman), and painter John Asaro. I worked on figure drawing and cartooning around the clock, and even created a comic book that got me a few nice words on a postcard from master cartoonist R. Crumb, pictured at right. (Okay, what's he going to do, tell a desperate 19-year-old wannabe that the comic book sucks? But it still meant a lot to me.) Anyway, things were on course for a career at Disney, where I would be tracing the drawings of better animators at 24 frames per second—until I took a screenwriting class with my high school buddy, Dave Hines, and we ended selling a screenplay that became the Jim Carrey movie Once Bitten. I then dropped out of school¹ and became a screenwriter. (There are a whole bunch of stories from that you can read here.)
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Title: Vista pair 'Bitten' by film success
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   Once Bitten became the #1 movie at the U.S. box office... for about a week. But that was enough to keep us fitfully employed over the next 25 years. I wrote professionally (in a very amateur fashion) at film studios like Warner Brothers, Twentieth Century Fox, Disney, Universal, Columbia, and Interscope; and for producers such as Warren Zide, Ivan Reitman, Samuel Goldwyn Jr. and Ray Stark. I even got to work in animation when Dave and I wrote for the Saturday morning TV show Tales from the Cryptkeeper on ABC, and then sold a partially animated movie script called Father Figure (that ironically was killed off by a similar Jim Carrey movie that was in production⁴).
   I've also been a jokewriter for Jay Leno, Rush Limbaugh (sorry), Gabe Kaplan, Rick Dees and others. Much of my jokewriting was in collaboration with Rodney Lee Conover. A film written in collaboration with both David and Rodney, BachelorMan, ran theatrically in 2005... for about a week. (Are you sensing diminishing returns here?)

With partner Dave Hines publicizing the film "Once Bitten" (1985); With niece Sasha Larsen and actress Christine Taylor on the set of "Desperate but not Serious" in 1997; With Dave and actress Missi Pyle at the premiere of "Bachelorman," in 2002.

Black Sheep of the modern era: Me???
   Through it all my father, Carleton Marchant Hause, Jr., supported me with his encouragement, and faith (and occassionally his cash when I was between projects). He did that for all of his children, although none of us knew about the others until after he passed.
   Now, for my BLACK SHEEP OF THE 21st CENTURY... I've gotta tell you—when I began writing this family history in the early 2000s, I had this horrible feeling that it would be ME! What had I contributed to the family? No wife, no kids... just a series of pointless, hopeless romances that never seemed to last more than a couple of years. I'd blown through a lot of money, with nothing to show for it. I'd written movies, but none of them have been all that good—and I wrote jokes for Rush Limbaugh for a couple of years, so a lot of people in the family would've hated me for that ALONE! As I saw it then, John begat William, who begat another John, who begat Augustus, who begat Laban, who begat Frank, who begat Carlisle, who begat Carleton, who begat Carleton Jr., who begat Jeffrey Carleton. It was a 250-year saga that survived wars, revolutions, depressions, famines, and poverty, but it was all going to end with me because I couldn't seem to sustain a decent relationship.


  • The average life expectancy was 75 years.
  • The U.S. population was 281,421,906; The world population was 6,070,581,000.
  • The year 2000 was the subject of Y2K concerns: fears that computers, clocks, alarms and safes would not shift from 1999 to 2000 correctly. However, by the end of 1999, many companies had already converted to new, or upgraded their existing software. Some even obtained Y2K certification. As a result of massive effort, much of it mis-directed, relatively few problems occurred.
  • From January 5 to January 8, the 2000 al-Qaeda Summit of several high-level al-Qaeda members (including two 9/11 American Airlines hijackers) was held in Kuala Lumpur, Malaysia.
  • On March 12, Pope John Paul II apologized for the wrongdoings by members of the Roman Catholic Church throughout the ages.
  • On May 11, the billionth living person in India is born.
  • On August 8, the Confederate submarine H.L. Hunley is raised to the surface after 136 years on the ocean floor.
  • October 30 was the final date during which there was no human presence in space; on October 31, Soyuz TM-31 launched, carrying the first resident crew to the International Space Station. The ISS has been continuously crewed since.
  • The median American income, gross-adjusted, was $57,289, according to the Internal Revenue Service.
  • Author Kevin O'Keefe completed a nationwide search for the person who was the most statistically average among nearly 300 million people in the United States during a multi-year span starting in 2000. The winner was Bob Burns: 54 years old, the middle of three children, married, wearing glasses, making mortgage payments on a three-bedroom, ranch-style house, and working 40 hours a week as a maintenance supervisor at Windham Technical High School in Willimantic, Conn.²
  • Most Americans lived within three miles of a McDonald's restaurant and within a 20-minute drive of a Wal-Mart.³
  • About 85 percent of Americans earned a high school diploma.³
  • When asked, "Would you rather be in prison for one week or president of the United States?" Most Americans—52 percent—said they would prefer a week in prison.³

  • Centuries after my ancestors were driven out of Germany, I made the Germans suffer in return.
       In 2004, I was lost. I had been a writer for 25 years, with most of my work eventually lying dormant in the desk drawers of studio execs and producers all over town (if they'd escaped the trash can, anyway). The work that had been produced was for the most part mediocre and unsatisfying.
       My love life was also a mess, as I had just discovered that the actress I had been seeing (who was techically married to a guy back in Tennessee) was cheating on her husband and me. (We were three-timed!!!) Heavy depression was setting it. My mind stopped coming up with the dopey plotlines and topical jokes that had supported me for decades. I didn't quit writing intentionally, but my mind just kind of... shut down (although there are critics and producers who'll tell you that it happened a lot earlier than 2004).
       So to make ends meet during my writer's block, I took the only job I was scholastically qualified for and became involved with a company called IABA that helped developmentally disabled adults learn to live independently. I actually enjoyed this new work quite a bit. I was helping somebody other than myself for a change, and it gave me a much deeper sense of satisfaction than spending hours meticulously crafting the words of a dick joke—and in a way I'd finally taken up the family trade of teaching. I eventually took on an office job at this company, with my own staff, overseeing several clients. The hours were horrific, but actually not too different than the around-the-clock schedule I'd created for myself writing jokes for late night talk shows and morning radio DJs.
       But then two things happened:
       First, my parents were tracing their roots—visiting Michigan, New York and Germany, and contacting relatives to learn of our family's origins. When they got back to California they took me to lunch, and since I had nothing positive to share with them, they presented all of their family discoveries to me.
       Next, I had bonded with one of the clients at work. He had no short-term memory: The part of the brain that transfers experience into memory had been traumatized and liquified in a motorcycle wreck, and was now almost completely gone. Because this guy couldn't learn new tasks, so there was no training program in place. Instead, we spent our time doing what he did as a teenager 15 years before: checking out girls at the mall, or on Venice Beach, or just wandering around the city. At one point, he heard me arguing on the cell phone with my ex-girlfriend (actresses aren't generally inclined to keep dating low-level social workers). I clicked the phone off (there needs to be a better way to slam down a cell phone when you're angry—just pushing the "end" button is very unsatisfying). He asked me, "What's wrong?" I answered, "Nothing's wrong. It's over. I just have to forget her." He looked at me like the fool I was, shook his head and said something that struck me deeply: "Never... forget... anything."
       I realized that forgetting painful memories doesn't help us cope with life, it just deflects their lessons: If you ignore the past, you doom your future. I was an self-entitled, ungrateful a-hole who drank a lot, had affairs with married women, spent way too much for way too little, then had the nerve to complain about it. I had been given so much in my life, and had taken so much for granted. I wasn't learning or growing. I was only taking. The bad stuff I was "compartmentalizing" (i.e., in denial over) wasn't gone; it was actually shaping me.

       Then, while going through the family history my parents gave me, it occurred to me that we're also shaped by the events and memories of our ancestors. Whether we know it or not, an event that happened to an ancestor hundreds of years ago could alter the way we see the world today. (In fact, recent studies show that we can actually inherit trauma from our ancestors. Talk about your unwanted hand-me-downs.⁵)

    "A man travels the world over in search of what he needs, and returns home to find it."
    —George Augustus Moore

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    Article:   "A who's-who guide to North County's rich and famous"
    Newspaper:   Times-Advocate
    Date:   5 Jun 1986
    Page:   76
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    The Times-Advocate was published in Escondido, California from 1912 until 1995.
       Sure, there were some bubbles that were burst. The legend about my great-great grandfather Frank Hause splurging his way through two fortunes turned out to be about as true as when a North County newspaper declared me "rich and famous" while I was actually broke, unemployed and living with my parents! (See image, at right.) So I decided to quit looking for validation through shallow goals, and tried to find meaning through family... Well, that was the plan at first. It was admittedly a completely egocentric conceit: I was trying to discover how the past all led to me. But the more I learned, the more I wanted to honor these brave people. Their lives were much more important than mine. Hundreds—thousands of people lived through them. They were responsible for the end of empires, the creation of countries, and the dream of a better way of life. They bravely faced new worlds, wars, starvation, and overcame seemingly impossible obstacles in order to give the next generation a better life than theirs. I was in awe of my ancestors, and my particular problems began to look insignificant, by comparison.

    Me at Hause Hill in 2006, next to the DAR marker of my great, great, great, great, great, great-grandfather: I was proud. But would William have been proud of me?

       The next important thing that happened to me was that I met LORI ANN DOTSON, who it turns out was born just a few hundred miles away from where the Hause family once lived, in Western New York. She was my new boss at IABA (actually my boss's boss's boss's boss), and moved into the office next to mine. I stepped into her office and asked her out the first day I met her. Unfortunately, she was busy writing a company no-fraternization policy as I asked, and she politely declined (and told me to get my sorry ass back to work). Still, I risked my job and pestered her for the next year, skirting rejections, humiliation, and sexual harassment charges, until one day in February of 2006, she stepped into my office, closed the door, and actually informed me that she was ready to date... but that she would have to notify the Executive Committee of the company. I didn't care; I just wanted to go out on a date, so I said that would be fine with me. The next day, a memo from Lori Ann went out to every executive in the company (and me) stating that because of our relationship, it would be impossible for her to be my boss. So she fired me... no, not really—she just delegated a new chain of command for me, and we had our first date. I'd never felt so much pressure over a simple dinner in my life. If it went badly, then another memo goes out the next day, reading, "Disregard previous memo. Jeff Hause is a lousy date, he isn't funny, and his stories are boring..." Fortunately, I was my usual delightful self; I didn't eat with my mouth open or get spinach leaves caught between my teeth, and we kept dating.
      In June of 2006, I took a trip to the Finger Lakes in New York to de-stress, see family, and pursue my new genealogical hobby... when Lori Ann decided she didn't want to wait a month to see me again. She flew out to Albany, not far from where William Hause began his life with a new bride 250 years earlier, and she swept me off my feet (which after all of the fast food I'd been eating on the road for two weeks was no easy task). We then spent a week in Watkins Glen in a beautiful B&B called the Idylwilde Inn, looking over Seneca Lake, where I could visit the graves of William Hause and Martha Wood-Hause, look at some deeds from the early 1800's (sounds like fun, doesn't it?), and... oh yeah, fall in love.
       Lori Ann then took me to Bear Lake in Chatauqua County, where she grew up, introduced me to her grandmother, explained that she was descended from both the Hatfield's and McCoy's in Kentucky, and I saw the genealogical research possibilities... we were engaged four months later.

    LEFT TO RIGHT: Lori Ann with Jeff on the Hudson River in Albany, upstream from John Hause's digs in 1715 (Carl and Martha Hause beam in the background); The adorable couple at Montour Falls in 2008, just a few miles from Hause Hill.

    Lori Ann and her beautiful groom.
       My blushing bride (blushing especially when she had to tell people that I was the groom) married me on March 26, 2007, at the Zion National Park in Utah. (As for your next question, even though it was Utah, I only married Lori Ann.)
       Lori Ann is the beauty and the brains in the relationship—she has two Masters degrees (so I can now say that between my wife and I, we have two Masters degrees), and is also completing her doctorate. ("Dr. and Mr. Jeff Hause"—sounds good!) Outside of marrying me, all indications are that she's very bright.
       So while I'm still with IABA, I'm going to slow down, get to know my wife, travel some, maybe write and draw a little, and live outside of my own head for a while.
       I'm also thinking about finishing my degree in Illustration, so that one day my wife can say that between us, we have two Masters, a Doctorate...and a useless BA from Long Beach State. (Melissa and Fladella would be so proud.)
       I think my forefathers would like her. We're even looking into buying some land near Hause Hill...

    Our marriage at Zion National Park, Utah, 3/24/07; Cutting the cake; Honeymoon in Buzios, Brazil.

    VIDEO: Jeffrey Carleton Hause, running, punching, and avoiding the swimming pool.

    VIDEO: Jeff Hause grows to adulthood... sort of (click on image).

    "We must be willing to get rid of the life we've planned, so as to have the life that is waiting for us."
    —Joseph Campbell (1904-1987), "A Joseph Campbell Reader: Reflections on the Art of Living," edited by Diane K. Osbon, 1991

    Left-to-Right: (Back Row) Augustus Hause Jr., Laban Hause, and John Hause, in the late 1800's; (Middle Row) Sasha Larsen, Hal Larsen, Dylan Larsen, Carl Hause, Eric Hause, Mary Moonsammy Hause, Jeff Hause; (Front Row) Kathy Larsen, Camille Larsen, Martha Hause, Madeline Hause, Michele Hause, and Lori Ann Dotson in 2007.
       Now, as this genealogy has gone on, each chapter has become relevant to fewer and fewer people. William Hause has thousands of descendants, while my Grandfather Hause probably has a couple dozen, at most. Therefore, I'm assuming that the only people still reading this are either:

    • Immediate family.
    • Identity thieves.

       So, first, I'd like to address the identity thieves: Don't waste your time—there's really nothing all that valuable to steal.
       Now, onto the four or five remaining readers: This family history begins with a legend that was apparently inscribed in a long-lost family bible. We may never know how true it is—if we're related to royalty (I'm guessing we're not)—but there is so much in this history to be proud of, and it is important that future generations learn it and feel proud of what is known. Our Hause ancestors fought in revolutions and civil wars, they survived depressions and natural disasters. If we're lucky they'll even survive Donald Trump.
       When I first started this genealogical journey in 2006, I was a bachelor in my mid-forties, and I thought that this would be my main contribution to future Hause family generations.
       My hope was that some niece or nephew or cousin would pick up where I left off and honor those brave, determined people who came before us and made our lives possible.
       This family history is mainly for those people—but it's also here for the rest of you Hauses, too (which is why it's posted on the Internet, and why the format is simple—so people in other lines can download it and add their own chapters). And speaking of new chapters...


  • ATTICUS LEE HAUSE, was born on 02 Aug 2011, in Napa, CA at Queen of the Valley Hospital. Atticus was named after the character of Atticus Finch in To Kill a Mockingbird; His middle name belongs to his maternal grandfather. Blessed with his mother's great looks and his father's great intelle—well, hopefully, his mother's great intellect, too, Atticus came into the world just 35 weeks into the pregnancy, by emergency C-section at 9:08am on 2 Aug 2011. This means that he has a four-week head start on everybody else, to kick the world's behind.
  • Click on the photo at right to access the Atticus Lee Hause page.
  • PHIN LEE HAUSE, was born on 01 Nov 2013, in Roseville, CA at Kaiser Permanente Medical Center. Phin weighed just over a pound at birth (the original due date was December 26), and is named after 7-time Great-Grandfather, Phinehas Briggs, who fought as a "Minute Man" during the American Revolution, starting at the Battle of Bunker Hill, according to his petition for a pension in the 1830's (he lived to be 93). Both Phinehas and Phin are incredible fighters.
  • Click on the photo at right to access the Phin Lee Hause page.

  • The author showing his wife and son their family history for the first time... nah, we're on 'Splash Mountain' at Disneyland. (Click to enlarge.)
       Now when I talk about "future Hause family generations," it has become a lot more personal. But I assume that for at least the next decade or two, the last thing my children will want to hear about is what great, great, great, great-grandpa had for breakfast in 1850—and if and when they ever do care, who knows if I'll still be around to explain it. (One of these days, I'm going to be one of the chapters in this family history, with the 'birth-to-death' numbers in brackets after my name.)
       So with that in mind, here is the real message of this family history, to my children, to their children, and to all of you: Genealogy not only tells us how we got here, but also why we are here. It reveals our connections to the past—not only by blood, but also by love, character, geography and blind luck. It reveals the hopes and dreams of the people who put us here, and how those dreams live through us. By studying our ancestors—the people they loved, the alliances they made, and the ideals and convictions they held—we discover what made us who we are. After decades of studying our roots, let me tell you what I know about you, Mr. or Ms. Hause:

    • You are a survivor.
    • You are a thinker.
    • You are funny.
    • You are pragmatic.
    • Most of all, you aren't afraid to follow your dreams, whether it's across an ocean to an unknown destination, or across an assembly hall at Eastern Michigan University to ask out a beauty pageant contestant.
       Genealogy also teaches you that life is short. So, by way of millions of years of human evolution (of which I can only chronicle a pitiful few hundred years), and the on-going quest for life's meaning—I offer this advice:
    • Your time is limited, so choose your alliances carefully.
    • Celebrate the people who got you here, and honor those who will follow you.
    • Never rock backwards in a regular chair (see the Augustus Hause chapter).
       William, Laban, Fladella, and all of the Carls live through you, and you will live through those who come after you. So enjoy the time you spend in our family history, and make your descendants proud. I've chronicled what I can. Hopefully, future generations will add more. Pass it on... and if you're filling out any government documents that a descendant could read in 150 years, don't mention your "piles." Now go make some history!

    L-R: 10-generation photo with William and Atticus Hause in 2018 (exactly 200 years after William's death); Atty at Laban Hause's last house (it was split in half); The author and Atty at Laban's grave; at David Sanderson's grave; The Raven house; The Taylor house; Frank Hause's and Fladella Raymond Hause's (and Carlisle Hause's) graves.


    ¹—After Samuel Goldwyn, Jr., told us that he was buying our script, I informed him that I was still enrolled in college, and he replied that I could stay in my classes... but that if I did, he was going to hire full-time writers in our place. So the loss to the illustration and animation worlds was also a loss to the screenwriting world, as I changed my career plans. I tried to re-enroll at Long Beach State in 1990 and took a couple of night classes, but then we got a job working with Rodney Dangerfield at Warner Brothers, and I was forced to quit again. I did a decent watercolor of Rodney as homework before I quit, though...

    ²—The Average American: The Extraordinary Search for the Nation's Most Ordinary Citizen, by Kevin O'Keefe. Publisher: Public Affairs; annotated edition edition (October 25, 2005).

    ³—AmericanProfile.com, by by Marti Attoun, November 11, 2006. http://www.americanprofile.com/articles/nations-most-ordinary-citizen/.

    ⁴—Interscope nabs spec 'Figure', by Michael Fleming in Variety, dated April 12, 1994. The script started out as a pitch at Warner Brothers, when we offered up a story in which Chevy Chase discovered that his father was actually Bugs Bunny. Everybody loved the idea... until Warners pitched it to Chuck Jones (who helped create Bugs Bunny), and he replied, "Bugs Bunny wouldn't [since children might read this, let's say, 'have sex with'] human women." That ended that. So we took Bugs out of the story and created a new character called "Wacky Wolf," wrote the story for ourselves, and made a decent amount of money in a spec sale. The Jim Carrey project that halted ours became a movie called The Mask.

    ⁵—Implication of sperm RNAs in transgenerational inheritance of the effects of early trauma in mice, by Katharina Gapp, Ali Jawaid, Peter Sarkies, Johannes Bohacek, Pawel Pelczar, Julien Prados, Laurent Farinelli, Eric Miska, and Isabelle M. Mansuy; Nature Neuroscience volume 17, pages 667-669 (2014).

    Impaired DNA replication derepresses chromatin and generates a transgenerationally inherited epigenetic memory, by Adam Klosin, Kadri Reis, Cristina Hidalgo-Carcedo, Eduard Casas, Tanya Vavouri and Ben Lehner; from Science Advances Magazine, 16 Aug 2017. In studies of worms, European researchers affiliated with the Centre for Genomic Regulation found that altered states of gene expression can be inherited for up to five generations. Those changes, they found, can be caused by a glitch that occurs during the process that copies DNA during cell division. "It's not exactly like inheritance, because with each generation the chances of passing on those changes decreases," Ben Lehner, a lead author on the paper, told Gizmodo. "It's inheritance, but with a high error rate."

    A history of the author's line of the Hause/Hawes family, including (briefly) the first 3 million years:




    CHAPTER 3: WILLIAM HAUSE (1750-1818)


    CHAPTER 5: AUGUSTUS HAUSE (1804-1875)




    CHAPTER 9: CARLISLE HAUSE (1891-1972)





    Content outside of the chronological chapter narrative:





    A compendium of stuff that doesn't fit anywhere else, from science to Soundex to source material to similar surnames to some guy who wrote bad jokes for a living:







    Laban & Jeff

    1666 - PRESENT

    JOHN HAUSE (1719-1795) married SARAH and begat...

    WILLIAM HAUSE (1750 - 1818) who married MARTHA WOOD (1753 - 1822) and begat...

    JOHN HAUSE (1773 - 1844) who married ESTHER KETCHAM (1779 - 1853) and begat...

    AUGUSTUS HAUSE (1804 - 1875) who married JANE JONES (1802 - 1850) and begat...

    LABAN HAUSE (1831 - 1906) who married MELISSA SANDERSON (1839 - 1921) and begat...

    FRANK HAUSE (1867 - 1951) who married FLADELLA RAYMOND (1869 - 1961) and begat...

    CARLISLE HAUSE (1891 - 1972) who married MARJORIE MARCHANT (1892 - 1939) who begat...

    CARLETON MARCHANT HAUSE, SR. (1917 - 1983) who married JEANNE BRUNNER (1918 - 200) and begat...

    CARLETON MARCHANT HAUSE, JR. (1939 - 2014) who married MARTHA WENK (b. 1940) and begat...

    JEFF (who married LORI ANN DOTSON), KATHY (who married HAL LARSEN), ERIC (who married MARY MOONSAMMY), and MICHELE HAUSE (who married JOHN SCOTT HOUSTON).

    A ten-generation photograph of the Hause family. (Look how Atty and William's feet match!)