It was fun to get to go to Aachen again. It was a little rainy all day and we were glad that we had remembered to bring our umbrellas, but we had a good time. We saw the beautiful cathedral there, ate a yummy lunch of sandwiches at a bakery, and did a little shopping. We discovered a wonderful little toy store near the main square that sold very cool toys. They had a little display of toy trains set up and Mikayla sat there and played with it for the entire time we were in the store. She enjoyed it so much that her Nana Rose decided that she needed one of her very own and now we have a little toy train set up in our living room. It has been fun watching her play with it and enjoy it.
And now, here is Darren to talk about the trip to visit the old family towns.
Who am I? Most of the time I don't really wonder this, though often I have visions of who I want to be. On a summer day in the Pfalz region of Germany my Dad and I confronted this question head on as we searched for evidence of our forefathers (and mothers). We had information from my cousin that my Dad's Dad's family was from the towns of Minfield, Freckenfeld, and Nussdorf in the Pfalz region of Germany. This area had been part of France at least a couple of times, but when put to a vote the people chose beer over wine, Audi's over Peugots, and Schnitzel over Snails.
The first town we came to, Minfield, was a nice little village. The houses looked a little different from most of the villages we've seen in the North, but still beautiful. After a little driving around we parked so we could walk around. In every town we've been to in Germany there is always at least one church and the spire is usually the tallest structure. This is especially nice when you are trying to find evidence of your ancestors in the cemetery by the church. After a short walk we located the church and a rather large cemetery. Most of the graves were less than 100 years old, but we did find a few old gems. I never knew that there were so many German names! After 20 minutes of searching, my Dad decided to go talk to some people that he saw out in their front yard. They were very friendly to the talkative older foreigner as he brought them over to see me and my list of family names. They were a family with mother, father, and college age boy who spoke the best English, though even that was limited. They took us back over to their yard and I showed them our family tree. After discussing our family tree a little bit, the son ran into the house and brought back out a thick white book. It was a history of Minfield book that had recently been published. We found my Great-Grandpa in it as well as his Dad and some information about their life. It was really cool to see this verification of our family history. After chatting a little bit more we said goodbye and headed off to Freckenfeld all jazzed up to find more family history.
Freckenfeld was only about 2 km away and was similar to Minfield, but was beautiful in it's own right. After spending some time here we headed for our last destination - Nussdorf. To get there we had to go through a rather large city named Landau. I wasn't expecting much from Nussdorf, but it turned out to be a really pretty village on a hill. There were vineyards everywhere and the streets were nice and windy. It didn't take much to imagine the Weidman family strolling together amongst the vines and dreaming of the day their American kin would return home. My Dad and I drove away with memories we will cherish forever.
Who am I? Most of the time I don't really wonder this, though often I have visions of who I want to be. On a summer day in the Pfalz region of Germany my Dad and I confronted this question head on as we searched for evidence of our forefathers (and mothers). We had information from my cousin that my Dad's Dad's family was from the towns of Minfield, Freckenfeld, and Nussdorf in the Pfalz region of Germany. This area had been part of France at least a couple of times, but when put to a vote the people chose beer over wine, Audi's over Peugots, and Schnitzel over Snails.
The first town we came to, Minfield, was a nice little village. The houses looked a little different from most of the villages we've seen in the North, but still beautiful. After a little driving around we parked so we could walk around. In every town we've been to in Germany there is always at least one church and the spire is usually the tallest structure. This is especially nice when you are trying to find evidence of your ancestors in the cemetery by the church. After a short walk we located the church and a rather large cemetery. Most of the graves were less than 100 years old, but we did find a few old gems. I never knew that there were so many German names! After 20 minutes of searching, my Dad decided to go talk to some people that he saw out in their front yard. They were very friendly to the talkative older foreigner as he brought them over to see me and my list of family names. They were a family with mother, father, and college age boy who spoke the best English, though even that was limited. They took us back over to their yard and I showed them our family tree. After discussing our family tree a little bit, the son ran into the house and brought back out a thick white book. It was a history of Minfield book that had recently been published. We found my Great-Grandpa in it as well as his Dad and some information about their life. It was really cool to see this verification of our family history. After chatting a little bit more we said goodbye and headed off to Freckenfeld all jazzed up to find more family history.
Freckenfeld was only about 2 km away and was similar to Minfield, but was beautiful in it's own right. After spending some time here we headed for our last destination - Nussdorf. To get there we had to go through a rather large city named Landau. I wasn't expecting much from Nussdorf, but it turned out to be a really pretty village on a hill. There were vineyards everywhere and the streets were nice and windy. It didn't take much to imagine the Weidman family strolling together amongst the vines and dreaming of the day their American kin would return home. My Dad and I drove away with memories we will cherish forever.