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TRAVEL NEWS 02/24/13 January February March 2009 Volume 4 Number 1
VISITING AUTHOR/EDITOR ARTICLE FEBRUARY 2009 Trenton Club Member Study in Graz Forwarded From Trenton Donauschwaben
Lyla Lenyo, dance group member and active club member, is a sophomore currently
studying
Graz is Austria’s second largest city, it’s the capital of the state of
Steiermark (Styria),and We wish Lyla all the very best as she embarks on this adventure.
Auf Wiedersehen bis Juli,
VISITING AUTHOR/EDITOR ARTICLE JANUARY 2009 Our Trip to Germany By Bob Walter Forwarded From Trenton Donauschwaben
Kim
and I had the great opportunity of traveling to Germany with the German
Hungarian Schuhplattler dance Group. They had won 1st
Place in the North American
competition in 2007 and were invited to perform in Munich. The
first day we arrived in Munich and had lunch at the famous Hofbrauhaus, where we
enjoyed our first Mass of good German beer and did some shopping. That same
evening, we boarded another plane and flew to Vienna for a couple of days.
We took a bus tour and then did some major walking.
We enjoyed the Audio tour of the palace Schon Brun and had dinner in
Grunzing (The wine region) where we had a family style feast and fresh local
wine. On
Friday we visited St. Stephen’s Cathedral and took a small elevator up to the
bell tower and took some nice photos of the city. Friday night, we flew back to
Munich and checked into hotel Monaco. The hotel had nice rooms, but the elevator
only held three people. We went to dinner at the Augustiner Brauhaus a few
blocks from our hotel, and of course had some more beer. On
the way back to the hotel I had a barber cut UGH in the back of my HAIR my way
of showing support for the dancers competing the next day. Our hotel did not
have a bar and although I knew it would be an early night because of the
competition. We still had a lot of ironing to do. I purchased the case of 16
ounce loose cans and brought it back to the hotel for everyone. Saturday
we went in taxis to Heide Volm for the Schuhplattler competition at 9 AM. The
hall was full when we arrived. I think we might have even been last to arrive.
Our dance group did not perform until around two o’clock, but the rest of us
started drinking at around 9:30 AM. There
were 16 groups competing and United German Hungarian’s placed sixth. They were
the only group from North America. We went back to the hotel around 7 PM and I
passed out for a couple of hours, Maybe
it was the beer. When I woke up at 10 I found a note from Kim that said everyone
was at the bar around the corner. I ventured out to meet up with the group and
to find some more beer and food. There was a table full of older gentlemen
sitting near us and we sang some old German songs with them. The bar maid had to
keep turning down the music that was playing in the bar. On
Sunday, we hopped on a train to go to Ulm to visit the Donauschwaben museum. We
arrived in Ulm at 12 o’clock and walked to the old section and had lunch and
more beer in a restaurant right next to the Donau River. After lunch we walked
along the Donau to the Donauschwaben memorial and found some commemorative
plaques on the wall, one from each area of the Donau. Then
we had a guided tour of the Donauschwaben Museum, which had many photos and
artifacts dating back a couple hundred years.
Later, we walked to a church, which is said to have the tallest steeple
in the world. This church took over 500 years to build and was built entirely
out of stone. I’m sure one of you know the name of this church. We had another
hearty meal and lots of “Ein Prosit” at a small restaurant along a
creek. We
made our way back to Munich by train, and a few of us had some beers in a bar
car of the train. Kim’s side note, these few had so many beers that they
almost missed the stop and came running through the train trying to get back to
us, shouting “Entschuldigung, Entschuldigung, Bitte Entschuldigung”.
It was actually hysterical to see. Back
to Bob’s story! Sunday
morning, we ventured out to do some Dirndl shopping at a store that a local man
told us about a few of the ladies in the group bought a dirndl and Kim bought
two. NO,
Bob bought Kim 2 on top of the one Bob bought in Munich for Kim. Thank
you Bob!!!!!! I
found a vest and two shirts at another store and a really cool pair of boots. At
one o’clock we were on a train headed to Garmisch in the south. We arrived at
our Gasthaus on St Ludwigsstrasse at around four o’clock to check in and had a
beer at tables right out on the street. Later we had reservations at another
Gasthaus down the street because ours was closed on Mondays. Tuesday
we chose to go to the top of the Zugspitze (the tallest mountain in Germany),
and we got lucky with the great clear day and took some wonderful pictures.
Tuesday night we had dinner in our own Gasthaus and the food was great. On
Wednesday some of us traveled to Mittenwald and went to the violin museum there
and did some more shopping. We had lunch at a street café because it was so
nice out no jackets were even needed, that’s how warm it was. We headed back
to Garmisch for our last dinner in Germany.
Of course, we had some more beer and shots at another Gasthaus after
dinner. On
Thursday we started our long trip home. One train to Munich and another to the
airport then the wonderful security checkpoints. It was a great trip, with
wonderful planners, Great accommodations, lots
of Trains, totally great food, and more beer than Kim could have imagined
drinking. Heide Volm http://www.heidevolm.de/ Slide Show from Gauverband Nordamerika Heide Volm Gasthaus
VISITING AUTHOR/EDITOR ARTICLE JANUARY 2009 The Vineyards of Neudorf By George Taubel Forwarded From German Cultural Society, St. Louis
The country around our village was flat, except for a rise about slope
facing south. With its rich soil and abundant sunshine, it
As soon as the leaves of the vine started to develop, they had
The vineyards were hoed 2-3 times during the growing season spring.
About halfway up the slope most vineyards had huts for the
Most of the vineyards had at least two fruit trees - sweet
As the cherries in the vineyards ripened, they drew the
As the grapes began to ripen, the men protecting the grapes
When the time came to harvest the grapes, relatives helped
At noon, chicken goulash was served and a rest period
At the bottom of the slope, the ground evened out and
Many fragrant wildflowers could also be seen and smelled The name is derived from the local region of Banat The Banat is a geographical and historical region of Central Europe currently divided between three countries. (Banatsko), while Novo Selo literally means "New Village" in Serbian language The Serbian language is one of the standard versions of the tokavian dialect, used primarily in Serbia, Montenegro, Croatia. , hence the full meaning of the name would be "a new village of Banat". The current official Serbian name of the village (confirmed as official in 1922) is Banatsko Novo Selo, but it has previously also been known by different names throughout its history. Older Serbian name of the village (confirmed as official in 1854) was simply Novo Selo . German is a West Germanic language.... it has been known as Neudorf, Banater Neudorf, and Pfefferthal. Hungarian is a Finno-Ugric language, unrelated to the other languages of Central Europe. it has been known as Ujfalu (also as Réva-Ujfalu and Bánát-Ujfalu) Romanian is the fifth of the Romance languages in terms of number of speakers.... it has been known as Satu Nou. GeographyBanatsko Novo Selo is located on flat and fertile plains at (45.0554, 20.8858), approximately 15 km NW of Pancevo and 28 km NW of BelgradeBelgrade is the capital and largest city of the Republic of Serbia. It is located within the South Banat District. South Banat District is a northeastern district of Serbia with the seat of the district in Pancevo, in the Province of Vojvodina Autonomous Province of Vojvodina, which is in the northern part of Serbia Serbia, officially the Republic of Serbia is a landlocked country in Central and Southeastern Europe. The largest neighbouring settlement is Pancevo, but the region is also scattered with other smaller inhabited places, similar in size with Banatsko Novo Selo, such as Kacarevo Kacarevo is a town in northern Serbia, situated in the municipality of Pancevo, South Banat District, Vojvodina province. and Dolovo. Dolovo is a village in Serbia. It is situated in the Pancevo municipality, in the South Banat District, Vojvodina province The village is also on the main thoroughfare between the capital city Belgrade, and Romania Romania: is a country in Southeastern Europe.... The altitude above sea level is roughly about 105 meters, or 347 feet. HistoryThe village was founded in 1765. It was settled by German settlers, but also by SerbsSerbs are a South Slavic people who live mainly in Serbia, Montenegro, Bosnia-Herzegovina, and, to a lesser extent, in Croa... and Romanians . (*) Before the foundation of the village, two older settlement known as Zeldoš and Velika Dolina existed at this location. These settlements were populated by Serbs and Romanians. (*) In 1767, 43 Romanian families from Pancevo Pancevo is a city located in Serbia at 44.87 North, 20.66 East, 15 km northeast from Belgrade.... were settled in Novo Selo. In 1918, about 80 percent of the population of the village were ethnic Romanians Until 1959, Banatsko Novo Selo had a status of separate municipality. (Source of information: http://www.absoluteastronomy.com/topics/Banatsko_Novo_Selo
) Kurze Geschichte Neudorfs Novoselo is mentioned for the first time in the year 1554 with three (3) taxpaying households. In the year 1570 there are eleven (11) and in 1590 nine taxpaying households (in the Turkish taxlists). After the wars with the Turkish armies in 1699, Novoselo was called Puszta. In 1701 through 1709 in the area "west of Lorenze" it was still Puszta. There were however, seven (7) taxpaying households in the year 1715. The name of the place St. Lorenz is now called "Lorenzi" In 1731 Novoselo and the Puszta St. Lorenz (Lovrenz) belonged to the court chamberlain of Baron Johann Markus of Zuano or Zuana (Joana). He was also Kameral commissioner of Upper Hungary and had the task to settle the uninhabited areas of Hungary. Baron Johann Markus von Zuana allowed Swabian farmers to enlist, and settled them on his private property. He provided Novoselo with four (4) fairs every year and was landlord from 1731 until 1746. Novoselo later came into the possession of the count Palffy. Palffy sold St. Lorenz and Novoselo to the royal advice Csepeni Johann Adamovics. Adamovics sold the property to the royal advice Cseh. This family was owner until the 19 century. An emergency due to the epidemic in the year 1738 (the pestilence) was probably what caused occasional many inhabitants of Novoselo to move away. Also, a flood made the initial years more difficult for the settlers. A quotation from the church book: "In the year 1751 there was an inundation/overflow of the Danube river which increased up to the large pear tree against a place which was destined for the church, where the chapel stood. On the 3rd, 4th and the 5th of April the water level was on/at its highest stand. The whole village was underwater. April 4th was "Palm Sunday". The settlement became stabilized by the further influx from colonists, into the reign of Joseph II. The " flowering village", known/called by the elder generation, required the structure work of generations of its people/Inhabitants. Neudorf/Novoselo Website at: http://www.feldenzer.com/neudorf%20History.htm
VISITING AUTHOR/EDITOR ARTICLE JANUARY 2009 My Trip to Bukin By Donald May (A Forwarded From Trenton Donauschwaben
I
never knew the nationality of my father’s family, the May family. My dad,
Leonard May, vaguely knew we were “Austro-Hungarian.” He said his father
rarely talked about the “Old Country” he had left when he was nine in 1903.
When my dad, Leonard, (born in 1916) asked his dad, Joseph May, he said,
“We’re Americans. That’s all you need to know.” My father knew that his
dad spoke “Plutt Deutsch” or “Low German” and signed his name with an X.
From time to time he talked about the Carpathian Mountains. Those few details
were all I knew until 1980. At
age 64, my dad became fascinated with genealogy. He learned that the Mormons had
old Catholic Church records from Europe. At a family gathering, Leonard asked
his oldest living relative, his 90 year old Aunt Rose if she knew the name of
the town where his father and my grandfather, Joseph, was born. She knew it was
a village called “Bukin.” Dad’s research began. He found Bukin on an old
map of Hungary. He saw on later maps it was named Dunobokeny. He found the
Catholic church records of Bukin, Hungary,. preserved on microfilm by the
archives of the Church of Latter Day Saints. They sent those archives from Salt
Lake City to Michigan so he could pore over them in the church library. The
“Old Country” opened up to him. He learned the marriage dates, the birth
dates, the baptismal records of the MAJ family and the dates aligned with the
known dates of his relatives. He learned the names of great and great-great and
great-great-great grandparents. We were related to Martinis and Pfuhls, and
Schweitzers and Gyurisits and Wittners and Hermans and Kunters. We were able to
trace eight generations, back to the eighteenth century. And for over one
hundred years, the MAJ family lived in Bukin, now Mladenovo, Serbia. We were
Donauschwaben, German settlers who colonized towns along the Danube to help
protect the frontiers of the Hapsburg Empire. Unfortunately
my father died in 2005 at age 89. Thus, he would never know that in 2008, his
son had a golden opportunity to visit friends who were on a Fulbright
scholarship in Hungary. I asked that friend, Andy Paulen, if it might be
possible to drive to Mladenovo, Serbia to see my family’s ancestral home. On
Friday, April 11, 2008, I was able to visit the town of Bukin. We drove from
Budapest and crossed the border into Serbia. The border guards spoke no English
and carried automatic weapons. However, a cell phone call to Andy’s Hungarian
neighbor explained to the locals the purpose of our little pilgrimage. We were
waved through. We drove on to Novi Sad. The Serbian version of an expressway
would be a well maintained two lane highway in America. At one point, we had to
stop so a shepherd could cross the expressway with his flock. The Cyrillic
alphabet on billboards was unintelligible. South
to Novi Sad, then west through Backa Palanka.. The land was flat rich farmland.
Onions, potatoes, and carrots were sold at roadside stands. Although it was
mid-April, it was seventy degrees, the kind of weather Michigan enjoys at the
end of May. We saw some cars, not many, and they mostly appeared to be compact
Russian design or similar to Yugos. No SUVs, just compacts and old trucks. The
population looked slim and healthy, not overweight like most Americans. I
speculated they walked or bicycled more than we did. At a rare stoplight, gypsy
boys begged for change at our car windows. They ran away when I pointed a camera
at them. Finally we stopped at the village sign welcoming us to Mladenovo. Two
women who looked to be about sixty rode their bikes past us as I snapped photos. I
had seen the streets on Google Earth on my home computer before my trip so I had
a general idea of the size of the town. Then I suddenly saw two headless statues
that I recognized from the Catholic Church Jubilee book published in 1913 which
had served as my best source of the town’s history. There before me were the
ruins of the old German Catholic Church. Not in its original location, this
building was in essence where my great-great grandparents were married. Here
were the remnants of the building where my grandfather was baptized as an
infant. The front wall of the building still stood. Inscribed in German was a
plaque celebrating the church’s one hundredth anniversary. It had been
vandalized, but it was still readable. A smiling Serbian man walked off his
nearby porch and I knew he was curious about me. I knew enough German to say
“grandmother and grandfather” and pointed to my wedding ring and pointed to
the church. He told be in broken German that his grandmother was from Stuttgart.
It appeared that half of the church that still stood had been converted into a
community hall. What appeared to be the old rectory or priest’s house was now
a Serbian government building. I pointed to the headless statues and drew my
finger across my neck. He pointed to the same statues and said, “Tito.” The
old Yugoslavian dictator was responsible for removing their heads. Across
the street from the old church was a public school in session. My friend Andy
suggested we might find someone who spoke English there. We walked in and met
the principal and assistant principal. They knew tiny bits and pieces of
English, but soon fetched a young Bosnian teacher who spoke nearly perfect
English. She told us she was selftaught and I told her how remarkably well she
spoke English. Our hosts offered us apple juice. I explained why I was in
Mladenovo. She translated for the group of four women school administrators.
They asked me through her if I knew some of the history of the town. They
explained that the town had been moved further north away from the Danube River
twice. I knew of the flood of, I believe, 1889 when the Danube overran its banks
and destroyed much of the first town. In fact a member of the May family had
donated part of his vineyard for the second site of the town. Apparently a
subsequent flood caused the town to be moved to yet a third site. We
thanked the ladies for their hospitality and I asked our translator to write a
short note I could hand to the Hungarian border guards on the way home to
explain the purpose of our trip. I would have liked to have driven down to the
Danube River to investigate the old town site but the lowlands were too muddy
and we certainly did not want to get the car stuck in the muck. So we drove
around town and took pictures. Many of the old houses still had the family names
carved on the top of the front wall of the homes. Some had crosses under the
names, one even had a Star of David. It appeared that many of the old walls
still stood and were simply covered with a kind of stucco. Some of the homes
even had satellite dishes. One old house had been converted into a tavern
judging from the beer signs out front. I did not see many cars, but we did have
to steer around a horse-drawn cart on one street. I
wish I could have stayed longer, but Andy and I wanted to cross the border back
to Hungary in daylight. For the most part, much of what I saw in Serbia reminded
me of America in the sixties. Modest homes, not a great deal of creature
comfort, and clearly, here and there, poverty. The infrastructure, the
undersides of bridges, the street lamps, had a lot of rust. Many farms, huge
farms in fact, but I learned that many of the farmers lived in the villages and
not close to their fields. And each village had as its centerpiece, a church.
Across the street from the church ruins in Mladenovo, next to the public school,
a large new Serbian church was being built. I
knew as I looked around Mladenovo that the families who built those houses were
no longer living in them. But that’s another story altogether. I saw what I
had come to see. I had over one hundred pictures in my digital camera. It was
time to get back to Hungary where I felt a little more comfortable.
Bukin
Town Square 2008
Bukin would now be 250 years old (by Andreas Pfuhl) The community of Bukin, with its inhabitants and 200 years of joy and suffering, it can also be compared to a book. Its settlement and history began in 1749 and lasted for its German inhabitants until 1944/45. View History at: http://www.feldenzer.com/bukin_history_page.htm
Information
about the "Ortssippenbuch Bukin" http://www.feldenzer.com/bukin_information_page.htm
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