Early Life and Marriage
Struve was born in 1836 in the Grand Duchy of Oldenburg in northern Germany, the son of Friedrich and Marie Margarethe (Claussen) Struve. He received and academic education in Germany before emigrating to the United States in 1853 at the age of 16. After a short stay in New York City he went to California, where he located near Jackson in Amador County. There he engaged in mining, studied law, and wrote for newspapers. He was admitted to the bar in 1859.
In February 1860 Struve moved to Vancouver, Washington, where he was editor of the Vancouver Chronicle for a year. He then commenced the practice of law in the winter of 1861. Struve was elected district attorney for the 2nd Judicial District in 1862 and was thrice reelected, serving until his resignation in 1869.
At Vancouver in October 1863, Struve married Lascelle Knighton (1846-1903), daughter of Captain H.M. Knighton, a prominent early settler of Washington Territory. The Struves were the parents of four children:
- Harry K. Struve
- Helen Struve (Mrs. Harry F. Meserve)
- Frederick Karl Struve
- Mary Struve
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