tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13928417.post112518861665022188..comments2024-03-25T17:46:30.402-05:00Comments on 'Village Life in Kreis Saarburg, Germany': Of Apple Wine, Cabbage, and Other Everyday ThingsKathy, the Single-minded Offshoothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07887312817720774699noreply@blogger.comBlogger5125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13928417.post-49081068240563482502008-06-26T18:38:00.000-05:002008-06-26T18:38:00.000-05:00Hello KathyReally enjoyed your articles. My 4th g...Hello Kathy<BR/><BR/>Really enjoyed your articles. My 4th great grandfather Johann Völker died in Saarburg 1815. His son, my 3rd great grandfather Joannis Völker was born in Sörg 1782. Part of my European self imposed tour was to visit Trier, Saarburg and Sörg so that I could get a photo with the village signs and have a look around. Sörg which was written on his birth record and was part of Beurich, was no where to be found. People from the Trier Tourists office thought it to be Serrig. With all your research have you ever come across the name Sörg?<BR/><BR/>Kind regards<BR/>Rob Grimminck<BR/>CanadaAnonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05158155419685979387noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13928417.post-1131639497052085742005-11-10T10:18:00.000-06:002005-11-10T10:18:00.000-06:00P.S. Although this isn't Rhineland related, I thin...P.S. Although this isn't Rhineland related, I think you'd appreciate my latest post on "Bread--the Staff of Life" on my humannaturenuggets.blogspot.com site.Darlenehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14097905937552636768noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13928417.post-1131639180207836132005-11-10T10:13:00.000-06:002005-11-10T10:13:00.000-06:00I find this post absolutely fascinating and amazin...I find this post absolutely fascinating and amazing! Chickory, used in salads? The bark from oak trees was used for tanning? Also, I love the way you write out the patters of how the organ sounded, so we can understand the syncopation. In time, “the fonts were raised since children were baptized almost as soon as they were born.” (Seems like a brilliant idea.) <BR/><BR/>As for the “meadow kittens,” or pussy willows, we had them in our yard where I grew up in Minnesota, and I miss them. I never see the bushes anywhere anymore (except at the grocery store last winter—there were single branches with dried pussywillows that were atrociously colored, with a choice of red, green or blue; none natural!) “Families had to take the hides from their slaughtered animals to the tannery so that leather could be tanned for their shoes, then made by the village shoemaker.” Boy, do we take things for granted nowadays! Wow, you’ve truly provided a window for us into the past. Thanks!Darlenehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14097905937552636768noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13928417.post-1128055286808309332005-09-29T23:41:00.000-05:002005-09-29T23:41:00.000-05:00I would be delighted if you would share a few of t...I would be delighted if you would share a few of those memories.Kathy, the Single-minded Offshoothttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07887312817720774699noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13928417.post-1127711560072295072005-09-26T00:12:00.000-05:002005-09-26T00:12:00.000-05:00Hello from one named Kornmann. I had a powerful ex...Hello from one named Kornmann. I had a powerful experience in 1987 when I met one of my name-sakes in Germany. Since all this transpired nearly 20 years past, I would have to dig through my scrapbooks for authenticity. The memory is faulty.<BR/><BR/>Nevertheless, from reading your blog I catch the excitement of connecting with your German heritage. I'm happy to ignite some memories.Private Sibylhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10545713736927251267noreply@blogger.com