Many people all over the world have heard of Rüdesheim am Rhein at the beginning of the Rhine Gorge. Oberwesel is thirty kilometres down the Rhine on the other side, still in the Rhine gorge (actually within walking distance of the Lorelye on the opposite side). And not that many people know it, even in Germany. Although it has all the trappings: vineyards, wine estates, stunning views, houses from various centuries – and interesting windows, of course.
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I had never heard of the Chautauqua movement and it was an interesting read.
In Germany we have nothing quite the same, however we have the Volkshochschule – a non-profit and partially government funded adult education institution with branches all over Germany. They were founded after the first world war but earlier organisations who looked after educating people outside the tertiary school system stem from the late 19th century similar to Chautauqua. The building where our local VHS is located is also from the late 19th century.
The Ragtag Daily Prompt: Chautauqua
Silent Sunday
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Student fraternities start out with great expectations and aspirations: The original idea was for students to form an alliance to fight for political goals, or more specific to aim for a unified Germany through the alliance of the many individual German states (similar the U.S.A. almost a hundred years earlier – who adopted this Latin aphorism for their state motto).
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The small winegrower village of Mußbach in the Palatinate has a Weinlage (smaller than a wine appellation but consisting of a number of vineyards) called “Eselshaut” (skin of an ass). The name is supposed to relate to the grass growing around the vines and which was harvested to feed the donkeys.
Images of donkeys abound all over the town in crests and emblems and sculptures. I found this red one particularly asinine … fetching.
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These three doors are the entrance of the Herschelbad in Mannheim, a public pool built in the early part of the 20th century.
It was foggy down in the valley. It was sunny up on the hills. Your outlook depended on where you were.
I choose the sunny side.
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When I was three years old I contracted whooping cough. At the time, the treatment consisted of symptomatic relief, and caregivers were advised to let patients into fresh air, preferably sea or mountain climate.
We neither had close to us but for six weeks my grandpa put me on his shoulders and walked up these hills until we reached the castle on the left, quite a lot of steep paths through the thick forest in wonderful, healthy air.
He was indefatigable.
The Ragtag Daily Prompt: Indefatigable
Or so it says on the plaque:
I wonder – is it foolish to claim that he is the original one since apparently it is only been only 127 years (11*11+6)?
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