I grew up on head cheese, blood sausage and pigs feet in sulz. If you want a good but simple recipe for HUNGARIAN JELLIED PIGS FEET, see my recipe Index under Main Courses. I remember going to the chicken store on North Ave. in Chicago to get freshly killed chicken. My brother and I would play with the chicken feet, pre plastic toy era. I do not remember anyone making blood soup, but I do remember my grandmother picking the chicken brains out to eat. My Grandmother brought her large and heavy feather duvet with her in 1918 when she came to America, along with her large wooden noodle board. I disposed of it around 1970. Mice got into it for a cozy nest in the basement! Regards, June Meyer junemeyerrecipes@yahoo.com www.junemeyer.com See my homepage and Hungarian heirloom recipes! www.facebook.com/june.meyer.501 See my Face Book page. " ALWAYS REMEMBER: If we don't ask, we'll never know. . . and if we don't record what we do know, our descendants will wish we had!!" On Jun 4, 2014, at 4:02 AM, chuck.kathrein@gmail.com wrote: > Sulz. > > I grew up eating it on the farm in North Dakota. > > I have lived in Bangkok, Thailand the past 15 years, and I buy fresh pork hocks a few times a year and make sulz. Paprika and fresh garlic are the key ingredients. > > ‎Chuck Kathrein > Sent from my BlackBerry 10 smartphone. > Original Message > From: davey1947@suddenlink.net > Sent: Wednesday, June 4, 2014 14:49 > To: Darlene Dimitrie; Donauschwaben-villages@rootsweb.com > Subject: Re: [DVHH] Head cheese > > I love head cheese. I think sometimes we call it soltz, but maybe someone can verify. > My mother used to buy head cheese every so often, but it seems like she bought it more during Lent. > Dave Weinfurtner > ---- Darlene Dimitrie <fon.ladee@cogeco.ca> wrote: >> Then there was always the fright of opening the fridge and finding a >> large bowl, covered by plastic wrap, of freshly made coarse head cheese. >> To this day I can't look at head cheese, even at the European delis. >> My mother loves this stuff. >> >> -- >> Darlene >> http://www.dvhh.org/membership/associates.htm#D >> http://home.cogeco.ca/~lindarlene/Index.html >> >> >> ------------------------------- >> To unsubscribe from the list, please send an email to DONAUSCHWABEN-VILLAGES-request@rootsweb.com with the word 'unsubscribe' without the quotes in the subject and the body of the message > > > > ------------------------------- > To unsubscribe from the list, please send an email to DONAUSCHWABEN-VILLAGES-request@rootsweb.com with the word 'unsubscribe' without the quotes in the subject and the body of the message > > > > ------------------------------- > To unsubscribe from the list, please send an email to DONAUSCHWABEN-VILLAGES-request@rootsweb.com with the word 'unsubscribe' without the quotes in the subject and the body of the message

Hello,

 I have some information that might be helpful for the following family:

 > 1:  Heinrich Muller – born in 12 Apr 1854 – perhaps in > Grossremete, Koningshof or Blumenthal.   He was living > in Konigshof as of 1907.  We think he died in 1931, but 
> where, we do not know. 
> 2:  Anna Feil/Pfeil.   Wife of Heinrich Muller.  Born > Dec 1846 in ? and died in 1901, presumed Konigshof.
 > 
> 3.  Griisser/Grusser/Grieser/Griesz, surname etc. spelling variants.  
 > (Spelled Grieser on manifests, crossed out and spelled Griisser or 
 > Grusser w/ umlau.  Spelled Griisser in the States.)  Michael (b. 24 
> July 1873) and Anna Muller Grieser (b. 24 Jan 1879_.  They were 
> married 28 Feb 1897 and definitely lived in Blumenthal and in Koningshof. 
> Michael possibly lived in Deutschbentschek or Grossremete, as well, and 
 > his parents were George Michael or Michael George Grieser and Margaret 
 > (?).  (All the family knows is that he said they moved a lot because of 
 > endless wars.) 

In the Blumenthal parish records, there is a birth record for Anna, daughter of Henrik Müller, zsellér, from Altringen and Anna Feil.  She was born on Jan 24 1879 and baptized the next day.  They were living in Blumenthal house 44. 

The Blumenthal parish records have a marriage record on Feb 11 1878 for 
Henrik Müller, son of Ferenc Müller and Maria Anna Hangs, age 24, born in Altringen, living in Blumenthal house 58 
 TO Anna Fail, widow  of Peter Thiel, age 28, born in Blumenthal, living in Blumenthal house 44. 

There is also a marriage record on 13 Jan 1868 for
 Petrus, son of Nicolai Thiel and Anna, born Blumenthal, age 24
 TO Anna Feil, dau of Adam Feil and Elisabetha Wolf, agricola[=farmer], born Königshoff, age 20 Both are listed as living in Blumenthal house 44. I don't see a birth record for Anna Feil in Blumenthal, so she was probably born in Königshof, as specified in her first marriage record. I obtained these records from John Schambre. 
 Regards, 

Eric Ruppert

I love head cheese. I think sometimes we call it soltz, but maybe someone can verify. My mother used to buy head cheese every so often, but it seems like she bought it more during Lent. Dave Weinfurtner ---- Darlene Dimitrie <fon.ladee@cogeco.ca> wrote: > Then there was always the fright of opening the fridge and finding a > large bowl, covered by plastic wrap, of freshly made coarse head cheese. > To this day I can't look at head cheese, even at the European delis. > My mother loves this stuff. > > -- > Darlene > http://www.dvhh.org/membership/associates.htm#D > http://home.cogeco.ca/~lindarlene/Index.html > > > ------------------------------- > To unsubscribe from the list, please send an email to DONAUSCHWABEN-VILLAGES-request@rootsweb.com with the word 'unsubscribe' without the quotes in the subject and the body of the message

Looking for info on the following individuals/families with the hope of learning more about my Muller/Feil/Pfeil/Grieser ancestors and/or establishing a connection to any present-day cousins. I hope this email is clear enough - trying to get my thoughts in some sense of order! 1: Heinrich Muller – born in 12 Apr 1854 – perhaps in Grossremete, Koningshof or Blumenthal. He was living in Konigshof as of 1907. We think he died in 1931, but where, we do not know. 2: Anna Feil/Pfeil. Wife of Heinrich Muller. Born Dec 1846 in ? and died in 1901, presumed Konigshof. 3. Griisser/Grusser/Grieser/Griesz, surname etc. spelling variants. (Spelled Grieser on manifests, crossed out and spelled Griisser or Grusser w/ umlau. Spelled Griisser in the States.) Michael (b. 24 July 1873) and Anna Muller Grieser (b. 24 Jan 1879_. They were married 28 Feb 1897 and definitely lived in Blumenthal and in Koningshof. Michael possibly lived in Deutschbentschek or Grossremete, as well, and his parents were George Michael or Michael George Grieser and Margaret (?). (All the family knows is that he said they moved a lot because of endless wars.) 4. Anna Muller Grieser’s sister, Marian Muller (b. 1885, d. 1969 Blumenthal) married Johann Papp and had 6 children: Lesti Papp (b. 1908, married Josef Kohl), Mari Papp (b. 1909 married Ignatz Muller), Johan Papp (b. 1911 married Anna Schuch), Filip Papp (b. 1912, married Margaret Schraudt and had a son Walter Papp), Lisi Papp (b. 1917 married Lorenz Markert), and Paul Papp (b. 1919 – d. 1944 in WWII.) All lived in Blumenthal as far we know. Perhaps descendants of these Papps have information on their maternal line of Marian Muller which ties into my direct line. Any information would be greatly appreciated – including hints on where to look for information/records. I am particularly interested in finding out if the surname Grieser (and any variants) can be found in the various family books around. That might help me zero in on where the family originally came from, knowing that they were constantly moving. Regards, Irene Haas

Hello,I'm starting to research my Grandmother's family. Susana Schmidt (maiden name) . She was born in Klek in 1898. Which I believe is in the Banat region? Susana Schmidt emigrated to the US in 1914 at age 16. Her parents were Adam Schmidt and Barbara Schmidt (also her maiden name). They had six daughters. Four of them emigrated to the US and two to Canada. The youngest returned but I'm not sure when or where. I know My Great Grandfather Adam Schmidt died during WW2 in Klek. I don't know when Barbara died. I know they were Catholic. What I want to find out, if possible where in Germany they came from and if possible find another generation in her village. It took me two years to find my Grandmother's passenger list. They had misspelled her last name. I found the German version and it was correct. I have all of her US documents. I'm not sure if any records are still available and the name Schmidt is not the easiest to research. I also have her sisters married names. My Grandmother lived in Chicago until her divorce in the early 1930's. She then moved to Michigan with my mother and remarried. Her other sisters settled in Chicago, Michigan and Canada. I was so happy to find this group. I had a Donauschwaben intervention on a German genealogy facebook site one night. . I never knew the history of my Grandmother and Grandfather's origins. How they were German but didn't live there was very confusing. Just knew they were from Austria-Hungary or the "Old Country". I'm on the DVHH FB and have received quite the history lesson. My Grandfather's will be a tough one. I'll post that info later. Thanks EveryoneJean Tacey Hagen

Nick, Your story is making me sick! I never heard of eating chicken blood! Sorry I'm so weak. Margaret >From my iPad > On Jun 2, 2014, at 1:27 PM, "Nick Tullius" <ntullius@rogers.com> wrote: > > In my native Banat village chicken were slaughtered (rendered?) in a > different way. Grandmother would strew a handful of corn kernels around > herself to get their attention. She would then grab one, usually a young > rooster, because their number need to be reduced (eventually down to one). > She would spread its wings and put one foot on each wing. She would then > bent its head back, make an incision in its neck, and collect all its blood > in a bowl. > In a pan, she fried up in lard some chopped onions, the chicken liver, and > the collected chicken blood. The result was the best brunch I ever had, not > only for those hard post-war years, but forever. > > Nick > > -----Original Message----- > From: donauschwaben-villages-bounces@rootsweb.com > [mailto:donauschwaben-villages-bounces@rootsweb.com] On Behalf Of Eve > Sent: 1-Jun-14 20:20 > To: Tony Fieder > Cc: DVHH Mail List > Subject: Re: [DVHH] fresh chicken > > I grew up in the inner city of Flint, but I was never a city kid. I don't > recall how mom got the live chickens home but they were always running > around our garden/yard until it was execution time AND it was always mom > that snapped their necks - I will never forget seeing my first one - > literally running around like a chicken with his head cut off. Mom always > promised me that she wouldn't do that to my favorite Henrietta - WELL that > didn't happen and at the dinner table with our pastor and family there for > dinner - mom proudly presented Henrietta :( > > My most embarrassing thing with my parents was having friends over and all > over the basement where us kids "hung out" were bowls of pickled pigs feet > - my dad loved them - I don't think I could touch them to this day - even > though I've heard they are very good. > > Eve > > >> On Sun, Jun 1, 2014 at 5:41 PM, Tony Fieder <aefieder@hotmail.com> wrote: >> >> This was common practice by my mother as well. Every Saturday morning >> we would go to the Farmer's market in London Ontario, buy vegetables >> and a live chicken. We took it home on the bus in a sack inside a >> paper shopping bag and I prayed so mightily that it wouldn't cluck but >> it always did and I died a thousand deaths as everyone stared at me! >> I always felt so badly for the chicken when my mother killed it but it >> never prevented me from enjoying her chicken dinners. >> As someone else noted, my mother could never settle for anything but a >> live chicken, claiming it tasted so much better. >> >> Tony Fieder, >> Cambridge, Ontario >> >> >>> From: bures@att.net >>> Date: Sun, 1 Jun 2014 09:46:11 -0400 >>> To: rosevetter@gmail.com >>> CC: Donauschwaben-Villages-L@rootsweb.com >>> Subject: Re: [DVHH] fresh chicken >>> >>> Rose, >>> >>> I can remember too going home with my mother from the Westside >>> Market in >> Cleveland, on the streetcar, with a live chicken wrapped in newspaper, >> still clucking! >>> >>> I can't remember if this was the era before or after we raised our >>> own >> chickens in the backyard. >>> >>> The worst experience was when I found out my chicken dinner was one >>> of >> my three little pastel colored Easter peeps! >>> >>> >>> Margaret >>>> From my iPad >>> >>> >>>> On Jun 1, 2014, at 2:44 AM, Rose Vetter <rosevetter@gmail.com> wrote: >>>> >>>> Welcome to our group, Marilyn, and thank you for sharing your >>>> memories >> of >>>> your grandmother. I remember a scene similar to the one you >>>> describe, >> of >>>> my father coming home from the Winnipeg Public Market, carrying a >> clucking >>>> chicken under his arm, wrapped in newspaper--buying a dead bird in >>>> the store just wasn't good enough. I couldn't bear to watch him >>>> kill the >> bird >>>> in the basement, but I didn't mind helping my mother with the >>>> plucking >> and >>>> eviscerating part. As you love discussions about food, the >>>> recipes >> here >>>> will no doubt bring back memories of your grandmothers cooking: >>>> http://www.dvhh.org/cooking-donauschwaben-style/ >>>> >>>> Rose >>>> >>>> >>>> >>>> >>>>> On 31 May 2014 20:15, Marilyn McClaskey <m-mccl@umn.edu> wrote: >>>>> >>>>> Since I have jumped in on the Kraut Glace, I will introduce >>>>> myself as a new listmember. My nameis Marilyn McClaskey, nee >>>>> Hochban. I grew up until age 6 with my grandmother in the >>>>> household. (She died when I was 6, in 1953.) My childhood >>>>> memories include visiting Mr. Most, the butcher, and the >>>>> Alexandrias' grocery store. On Sundays we would sometimes visit >>>>> with other friends from the Old Country (which I thought was >>>>> Germany) and they would sit and visit in German together. We >>>>> brought home live chickens from the farmers' market and she >>>>> killed them in the basement, making pastry brushes from the >>>>> feathers, using every part of the bird. She did not need to read >>>>> Joy of Cooking to know how to pluck and dress a bird. She made >>>>> lye soap, and there was a small two burner gas stove in the >>>>> basement where she canned everything. She made saurkraut,, her >>>>> own dumplings, bread, noodles. When she died, I was numb and did >>>>> not grieve until I was in my 20s. Then everything came flooding > back, the German prayer she taught me, detailed memories and feelings. >>>>> >>>>> In 1982 my husband and I travelled to Winnipeg and a relative in >>>>> the next generation from my grandmother told the story, the >>>>> history. He showed us a book published in Ohio in the late 70s >>>>> with a map of Zichydorf and which family lived in each house. I >>>>> looked at the family photos from studios in the Old Country and >>>>> saw the Serbian and Croatian doubled address on them. They put >>>>> the Ellis Island records online in the 90s and I found the ship's >>>>> manifest with the 35~ pieces of information about each passenger. >>>>> I gathered my cousin and my sister's family to make a pilgrimage >>>>> with me to Ellis Isalnd on the 100-year anniversary of their >>>>> arrival, 11-22-2008. I think my next step is to go to Zichyfeld and > to Setschanfeld where she was born. >>>>> >>>>> I'm looking forward to the discussions on this list! (maybe >>>>> especially the ones about food) >>>>> >>>>> Marilyn Hochban McClaskey >>>>> >>>>> >>>>> >>>>> >>>>> ------------------------------- >>>>> To unsubscribe from the list, please send an email to >>>>> DONAUSCHWABEN-VILLAGES-request@rootsweb.com with the word >> 'unsubscribe' >>>>> without the quotes in the subject and the body of the message >>>>> >>>> >>>> >>>> ------------------------------- >>>> To unsubscribe from the list, please send an email to >> DONAUSCHWABEN-VILLAGES-request@rootsweb.com with the word 'unsubscribe' >> without the quotes in the subject and the body of the message >>> >>> >>> >>> ------------------------------- >>> To unsubscribe from the list, please send an email to >> DONAUSCHWABEN-VILLAGES-request@rootsweb.com with the word 'unsubscribe' >> without the quotes in the subject and the body of the message >> >> >> >> ------------------------------- >> To unsubscribe from the list, please send an email to >> DONAUSCHWABEN-VILLAGES-request@rootsweb.com with the word 'unsubscribe' >> without the quotes in the subject and the body of the message >> > > > > -- > Syrmia Regional Coordinator > http://www.dvhh.org/syrmia > > > ------------------------------- > To unsubscribe from the list, please send an email to > DONAUSCHWABEN-VILLAGES-request@rootsweb.com with the word 'unsubscribe' > without the quotes in the subject and the body of the message > > > > ------------------------------- > To unsubscribe from the list, please send an email to DONAUSCHWABEN-VILLAGES-request@rootsweb.com with the word 'unsubscribe' without the quotes in the subject and the body of the message

Don't forget about our cute little "Easter" bunnies that ended up on the table around Aug or Sept every year!!! YUMMO! -----Original Message----- From: donauschwaben-villages-bounces@rootsweb.com [mailto:donauschwaben-villages-bounces@rootsweb.com] On Behalf Of Margaret Bures Sent: Tuesday, June 03, 2014 11:58 AM To: Eve Cc: DVHH Mail List Subject: Re: [DVHH] fresh chicken Eve, How could they do that to our PET chickens!!! We are scarred for life! Margaret >From my iPad > On Jun 1, 2014, at 8:19 PM, Eve <evebrown@gmail.com> wrote: > > I grew up in the inner city of Flint, but I was never a city kid. I > don't recall how mom got the live chickens home but they were always > running around our garden/yard until it was execution time AND it was > always mom that snapped their necks - I will never forget seeing my > first one - literally running around like a chicken with his head cut > off. Mom always promised me that she wouldn't do that to my favorite > Henrietta - WELL that didn't happen and at the dinner table with our > pastor and family there for dinner - mom proudly presented Henrietta > :( > > My most embarrassing thing with my parents was having friends over and all over the basement where us kids "hung out" were bowls of pickled pigs feet - my dad loved them - I don't think I could touch them to this day - even though I've heard they are very good. > > Eve > > >> On Sun, Jun 1, 2014 at 5:41 PM, Tony Fieder <aefieder@hotmail.com> wrote: >> This was common practice by my mother as well. Every Saturday morning we would go to the Farmer's market in London Ontario, buy vegetables and a live chicken. We took it home on the bus in a sack inside a paper shopping bag and I prayed so mightily that it wouldn't cluck but it always did and I died a thousand deaths as everyone stared at me! >> I always felt so badly for the chicken when my mother killed it but it never prevented me from enjoying her chicken dinners. >> As someone else noted, my mother could never settle for anything but a live chicken, claiming it tasted so much better. >> >> Tony Fieder, >> Cambridge, Ontario >> >> >> > From: bures@att.net >> > Date: Sun, 1 Jun 2014 09:46:11 -0400 >> > To: rosevetter@gmail.com >> > CC: Donauschwaben-Villages-L@rootsweb.com >> > Subject: Re: [DVHH] fresh chicken >> > >> > Rose, >> > >> > I can remember too going home with my mother from the Westside Market in Cleveland, on the streetcar, with a live chicken wrapped in newspaper, still clucking! >> > >> > I can't remember if this was the era before or after we raised our own chickens in the backyard. >> > >> > The worst experience was when I found out my chicken dinner was one of my three little pastel colored Easter peeps! >> > >> > >> > Margaret >> > >From my iPad >> > >> > >> > > On Jun 1, 2014, at 2:44 AM, Rose Vetter <rosevetter@gmail.com> wrote: >> > > >> > > Welcome to our group, Marilyn, and thank you for sharing your >> > > memories of your grandmother. I remember a scene similar to the >> > > one you describe, of my father coming home from the Winnipeg >> > > Public Market, carrying a clucking chicken under his arm, wrapped >> > > in newspaper--buying a dead bird in the store just wasn't good >> > > enough. I couldn't bear to watch him kill the bird in the >> > > basement, but I didn't mind helping my mother with the plucking >> > > and eviscerating part. As you love discussions about food, the recipes here will no doubt bring back memories of your grandmothers cooking: >> > > http://www.dvhh.org/cooking-donauschwaben-style/ >> > > >> > > Rose >> > > >> > > >> > > >> > > >> > >> On 31 May 2014 20:15, Marilyn McClaskey <m-mccl@umn.edu> wrote: >> > >> >> > >> Since I have jumped in on the Kraut Glace, I will introduce >> > >> myself as a new listmember. My nameis Marilyn McClaskey, nee >> > >> Hochban. I grew up until age 6 with my grandmother in the >> > >> household. (She died when I was 6, in 1953.) My childhood >> > >> memories include visiting Mr. Most, the butcher, and the >> > >> Alexandrias' grocery store. On Sundays we would sometimes visit >> > >> with other friends from the Old Country (which I thought was >> > >> Germany) and they would sit and visit in German together. We >> > >> brought home live chickens from the farmers' market and she >> > >> killed them in the basement, making pastry brushes from the >> > >> feathers, using every part of the bird. She did not need to >> > >> read Joy of Cooking to know how to pluck and dress a bird. She >> > >> made lye soap, and there was a small two burner gas stove in the >> > >> basement where she canned everything. She made saurkraut,, her >> > >> own dumplings, bread, noodles. When she died, I was numb and >> > >> did not grieve until I was in my 20s. Then everything came flooding back, the German prayer she taught me, detailed memories and feelings. >> > >> >> > >> In 1982 my husband and I travelled to Winnipeg and a relative >> > >> in the next generation from my grandmother told the story, the >> > >> history. He showed us a book published in Ohio in the late 70s >> > >> with a map of Zichydorf and which family lived in each house. I >> > >> looked at the family photos from studios in the Old Country and >> > >> saw the Serbian and Croatian doubled address on them. They put >> > >> the Ellis Island records online in the 90s and I found the >> > >> ship's manifest with the 35~ pieces of information about each >> > >> passenger. I gathered my cousin and my sister's family to make >> > >> a pilgrimage with me to Ellis Isalnd on the 100-year anniversary >> > >> of their arrival, 11-22-2008. I think my next step is to go to Zichyfeld and to Setschanfeld where she was born. >> > >> >> > >> I'm looking forward to the discussions on this list! (maybe >> > >> especially the ones about food) >> > >> >> > >> Marilyn Hochban McClaskey >> > >> >> > >> >> > >> >> > >> >> > >> ------------------------------- >> > >> To unsubscribe from the list, please send an email to >> > >> DONAUSCHWABEN-VILLAGES-request@rootsweb.com with the word 'unsubscribe' >> > >> without the quotes in the subject and the body of the message >> > >> >> > > >> > > >> > > ------------------------------- >> > > To unsubscribe from the list, please send an email to >> > > DONAUSCHWABEN-VILLAGES-request@rootsweb.com with the word >> > > 'unsubscribe' without the quotes in the subject and the body of >> > > the message >> > >> > >> > >> > ------------------------------- >> > To unsubscribe from the list, please send an email to >> > DONAUSCHWABEN-VILLAGES-request@rootsweb.com with the word >> > 'unsubscribe' without the quotes in the subject and the body of the >> > message >> >> >> >> ------------------------------- >> To unsubscribe from the list, please send an email to >> DONAUSCHWABEN-VILLAGES-request@rootsweb.com with the word >> 'unsubscribe' without the quotes in the subject and the body of the >> message > > > > -- > Syrmia Regional Coordinator > http://www.dvhh.org/syrmia ------------------------------- To unsubscribe from the list, please send an email to DONAUSCHWABEN-VILLAGES-request@rootsweb.com with the word 'unsubscribe' without the quotes in the subject and the body of the message

Hello Listers, I have not been able to find my great grandmother’s birth date and place as well as her death date and place. Her name was Rosalia Pfeiffer Eisele. Her father was Anton Pfeiffer B. 18 Nov 1815 in Kernei to Georg Pol Pfeiffer and Susanna Belowski M. 29 Sep 1843 in Karavukovo to Helena Bauer D. 21 Apr 1895 in Karavukovo Her mother was Helena Bauer B. 17 Aug 1822 in Karavukovo to Janos Bauer and AnaMarie Eckert M. 29 Sep 1843 to Anton Pfeiffer in Karavukovo D. 19 Jul 1902 in Karavukovo Rosalia was born about 1847 but I it does not appear to have been in Karavukovo. Her father was a teacher and I am told that teachers were sent to wherever there was a need. Rosalia married Ignatz Eisele on 19 July 1870 in Karavukovo. I have located the Catholic baptismal records for all nine of their children (all born in Karavukovo). I cannot find a death date for her although it was probably in Karavukovo. I have been very fortunate to find all of the other information on this family but these two missing pieces are like not having a front tooth. Thanks in advance, Kathy Kennedy

Darlene: Loved your description and it is much the same as mine. I too look back with very fond memories. Wish they were all with us to-day. I also really miss the food and long to eat it again. No, I don't cook that way - for me it's too much work and I don't like a messy kitchen and I am very messy in the kitchen. When I told my mother that I didn't like cooking, it came as a shock to her. She couldn't understand how any woman would not like cooking. Guess that I would not have made a good Schwovish hausfrau, but must admit that my ironing skills are the best. When I first married and my grandmother would come for a visit she would inspect my husband's shirt to see how white it was and how the collar was ironed. After doing this for the first 6 months of our marriage, I passed the grade and Oma would brag to the rest of the family on how nice Kevin's white shirts were. -----Original Message----- From: Darlene Dimitrie Sent: Tuesday, June 03, 2014 1:01 PM To: Helga ; Nick Tullius ; 'DVHH Mail List' Subject: Re: [DVHH] fresh chicken We also had our Sunday and holiday meals at noon sharp, not one minute earlier or later. I'm not sure how this was accomplished since church went till noon. The skill with the knife with making the noodles was definitely something to be proud of. My great-grandmother Teresia was well known for her ability to chop the finest soup noodles. Sounds scary because the sharp knife was put down using her knuckles as a guide. My grandma used a pasta machine. I remember the house being full of tables of noodles drying. I would get roped into running the dough through the machine. We always had homemade chicken soup, fried chicken made with lard, green salad with oil and vinegar, mashed potatoes and orange rice (paprika for colouring), meat loaf ... always the same meal, no turkeys in this household. To this day, we don't eat turkey on holidays. Occasionally, a goose made it to the table. And then the best part, all the cookies. Funny, I don't remember vegetables! Neither does my mother! I talked to a Croatian friend at work - and her Croatian grandmother made the same meal - I found this interesting. Grandma stored all her cookies in one of the back bedrooms. We kids called this "the cookie room". Apparently none of the adults knew this, because one year one of the kids said something about the cookie room and it stopped discussion at the table dead - none of the adults knew that was the name of the room. She had all these tupperware containers full of every kind of cookie you could imagine. This was the room I slept in when I stayed there!!!!!!!!! She would kill and clean the chicken (she raised her own) on Saturday for a Sunday meal. Would salt it and put it in the fridge till she cooked it Sunday. I refused to go downstairs to view this event, but those of my cousins who did loved the part where the chicken ran around without its head. One year she served us red kool-aid with the chicken - you can imagine what us kids were thinking. My cousins and siblings would run out of the car when they got there, straight to the chicken coop to torture the chickens by throwing feed thru a small hole at them and watching them all fight for it. They are lucky they didn't get pecked for their behaviour. Grandma had the coolest collection of pop (soda) in her basement - every brand and flavour you could imagine - back when they got rid of the original Coke, had the New Coke and then brought back the original Coke - we discovered that she still had the "original original Coke" in her basement. It was fun to go down and pick out your pop for each meal. This room was huge, filled with shelves and shelves of canned (glass) food, bins of potatoes, a wine keg (well, it might have been something they called "most?", which was weaker, all the pop, a cabinet for bread and best of all, hanging brotwascht and "junkefleisch/schunkefleisch". This room smelled so awesome. Those sure were the good old days. I can't even imagine trying to cook that much food for so many people - I remember that my aunts rarely sat down to eat - they were too busy hauling food in from the kitchen to the dining room, making sure that their kids had exactly what they liked near them, then would start the dishes before we were done eating. When time came for us "kids" to start doing this, things changed and slowed down - we sat down to eat, the dishes waited till we'd had some dessert and we don't have chicken any more - we have everyone's favourite foods, no turkey still, and oh, lunch is at 2 pm now. I just love these memories. Darlene (first generation Canadian, family from today's Croatia) Helga wrote: > Yep, rememeber the headless chicken running around the coop. This was on > Sunday's usually after mass. My grandmother would go out and decapitate > the > chicken and we were warned not to look out of the window. Of course we > would peek out hoping never to be caught. Afterwards in the backyard, if > we > dare venture out, would be my grandmother with a vat full of very hot > water > sitting on a stool and feathers flying everywhere. Couldn't see much as > we > were always sent back into the house. > > She made the best, and I mean absolute best chicken soup. Just broth and > her homemade noodles. The noodles were another matter. Never have I ever > seen anyone so fast and skilful with a knife as my grandmother. What I > can't quite understand is, how could all this be done and ready to eat at > noon. We always ate at noon and never a minute later. Not only did we > have > chicken soup, but we had other entrees as well. Perhaps I am mistaken > about > the demise of the chicken on Sunday, but that's when we had chicken soup. > Could it be she made it the day before? I doubt that! > > Helga Kiely. > > -----Original Message----- > From: Nick Tullius > Sent: Monday, June 02, 2014 1:27 PM > To: 'DVHH Mail List' > Subject: Re: [DVHH] fresh chicken > > In my native Banat village chicken were slaughtered (rendered?) in a > different way. Grandmother would strew a handful of corn kernels around > herself to get their attention. She would then grab one, usually a young > rooster, because their number need to be reduced (eventually down to one). > She would spread its wings and put one foot on each wing. She would then > bent its head back, make an incision in its neck, and collect all its > blood > in a bowl. > In a pan, she fried up in lard some chopped onions, the chicken liver, and > the collected chicken blood. The result was the best brunch I ever had, > not > only for those hard post-war years, but forever. > > Nick > > -----Original Message----- > From: donauschwaben-villages-bounces@rootsweb.com > [mailto:donauschwaben-villages-bounces@rootsweb.com] On Behalf Of Eve > Sent: 1-Jun-14 20:20 > To: Tony Fieder > Cc: DVHH Mail List > Subject: Re: [DVHH] fresh chicken > > I grew up in the inner city of Flint, but I was never a city kid. I don't > recall how mom got the live chickens home but they were always running > around our garden/yard until it was execution time AND it was always mom > that snapped their necks - I will never forget seeing my first one - > literally running around like a chicken with his head cut off. Mom always > promised me that she wouldn't do that to my favorite Henrietta - WELL that > didn't happen and at the dinner table with our pastor and family there for > dinner - mom proudly presented Henrietta :( > > My most embarrassing thing with my parents was having friends over and all > over the basement where us kids "hung out" were bowls of pickled pigs feet > - my dad loved them - I don't think I could touch them to this day - even > though I've heard they are very good. > > Eve > > > On Sun, Jun 1, 2014 at 5:41 PM, Tony Fieder <aefieder@hotmail.com> wrote: > >> This was common practice by my mother as well. Every Saturday morning >> we would go to the Farmer's market in London Ontario, buy vegetables >> and a live chicken. We took it home on the bus in a sack inside a >> paper shopping bag and I prayed so mightily that it wouldn't cluck but >> it always did and I died a thousand deaths as everyone stared at me! >> I always felt so badly for the chicken when my mother killed it but it >> never prevented me from enjoying her chicken dinners. >> As someone else noted, my mother could never settle for anything but a >> live chicken, claiming it tasted so much better. >> >> Tony Fieder, >> Cambridge, Ontario >> >> >>> From: bures@att.net >>> Date: Sun, 1 Jun 2014 09:46:11 -0400 >>> To: rosevetter@gmail.com >>> CC: Donauschwaben-Villages-L@rootsweb.com >>> Subject: Re: [DVHH] fresh chicken >>> >>> Rose, >>> >>> I can remember too going home with my mother from the Westside >>> Market in >> Cleveland, on the streetcar, with a live chicken wrapped in newspaper, >> still clucking! >>> >>> I can't remember if this was the era before or after we raised our >>> own >> chickens in the backyard. >>> >>> The worst experience was when I found out my chicken dinner was one >>> of >> my three little pastel colored Easter peeps! >>> >>> >>> Margaret >>> >From my iPad >>> >>> >>>> On Jun 1, 2014, at 2:44 AM, Rose Vetter <rosevetter@gmail.com> wrote: >>>> >>>> Welcome to our group, Marilyn, and thank you for sharing your >>>> memories >> of >>>> your grandmother. I remember a scene similar to the one you >>>> describe, >> of >>>> my father coming home from the Winnipeg Public Market, carrying a >> clucking >>>> chicken under his arm, wrapped in newspaper--buying a dead bird in >>>> the store just wasn't good enough. I couldn't bear to watch him >>>> kill the >> bird >>>> in the basement, but I didn't mind helping my mother with the >>>> plucking >> and >>>> eviscerating part. As you love discussions about food, the >>>> recipes >> here >>>> will no doubt bring back memories of your grandmothers cooking: >>>> http://www.dvhh.org/cooking-donauschwaben-style/ >>>> >>>> Rose >>>> >>>> >>>> >>>> >>>>> On 31 May 2014 20:15, Marilyn McClaskey <m-mccl@umn.edu> wrote: >>>>> >>>>> Since I have jumped in on the Kraut Glace, I will introduce >>>>> myself as a new listmember. My nameis Marilyn McClaskey, nee >>>>> Hochban. I grew up until age 6 with my grandmother in the >>>>> household. (She died when I was 6, in 1953.) My childhood >>>>> memories include visiting Mr. Most, the butcher, and the >>>>> Alexandrias' grocery store. On Sundays we would sometimes visit >>>>> with other friends from the Old Country (which I thought was >>>>> Germany) and they would sit and visit in German together. We >>>>> brought home live chickens from the farmers' market and she >>>>> killed them in the basement, making pastry brushes from the >>>>> feathers, using every part of the bird. She did not need to read >>>>> Joy of Cooking to know how to pluck and dress a bird. She made >>>>> lye soap, and there was a small two burner gas stove in the >>>>> basement where she canned everything. She made saurkraut,, her >>>>> own dumplings, bread, noodles. When she died, I was numb and did >>>>> not grieve until I was in my 20s. Then everything came flooding > back, the German prayer she taught me, detailed memories and feelings. >>>>> >>>>> In 1982 my husband and I travelled to Winnipeg and a relative in >>>>> the next generation from my grandmother told the story, the >>>>> history. He showed us a book published in Ohio in the late 70s >>>>> with a map of Zichydorf and which family lived in each house. I >>>>> looked at the family photos from studios in the Old Country and >>>>> saw the Serbian and Croatian doubled address on them. They put >>>>> the Ellis Island records online in the 90s and I found the ship's >>>>> manifest with the 35~ pieces of information about each passenger. >>>>> I gathered my cousin and my sister's family to make a pilgrimage >>>>> with me to Ellis Isalnd on the 100-year anniversary of their >>>>> arrival, 11-22-2008. I think my next step is to go to Zichyfeld and > to Setschanfeld where she was born. >>>>> >>>>> I'm looking forward to the discussions on this list! (maybe >>>>> especially the ones about food) >>>>> >>>>> Marilyn Hochban McClaskey >>>>> >>>>> >>>>> >>>>> >>>>> ------------------------------- >>>>> To unsubscribe from the list, please send an email to >>>>> DONAUSCHWABEN-VILLAGES-request@rootsweb.com with the word >> 'unsubscribe' >>>>> without the quotes in the subject and the body of the message >>>>> >>>> >>>> >>>> ------------------------------- >>>> To unsubscribe from the list, please send an email to >> DONAUSCHWABEN-VILLAGES-request@rootsweb.com with the word 'unsubscribe' >> without the quotes in the subject and the body of the message >>> >>> >>> >>> ------------------------------- >>> To unsubscribe from the list, please send an email to >> DONAUSCHWABEN-VILLAGES-request@rootsweb.com with the word 'unsubscribe' >> without the quotes in the subject and the body of the message >> >> >> >> ------------------------------- >> To unsubscribe from the list, please send an email to >> DONAUSCHWABEN-VILLAGES-request@rootsweb.com with the word 'unsubscribe' >> without the quotes in the subject and the body of the message >> > > > > -- > Syrmia Regional Coordinator > http://www.dvhh.org/syrmia > > > ------------------------------- > To unsubscribe from the list, please send an email to > DONAUSCHWABEN-VILLAGES-request@rootsweb.com with the word 'unsubscribe' > without the quotes in the subject and the body of the message > > > > ------------------------------- > To unsubscribe from the list, please send an email to > DONAUSCHWABEN-VILLAGES-request@rootsweb.com with the word 'unsubscribe' > without the quotes in the subject and the body of the message > > > > ------------------------------- > To unsubscribe from the list, please send an email to > DONAUSCHWABEN-VILLAGES-request@rootsweb.com with the word 'unsubscribe' > without the quotes in the subject and the body of the message > -- Darlene http://www.dvhh.org/membership/associates.htm#D http://home.cogeco.ca/~lindarlene/Index.html

I don't recall having bunnies but we definitely had baby chicks and duckies . When I was around or 10 or 11 my Mom took me to the garage and said if you expect to get a good husband you will have to know how to butcher a chicken. And with that she whacked his head off and put a bucket over him until he quit jumping around. Freaked out, I told my Mom I am NEVER getting married ! Oh but that chicken tasted so good that night! I also remember mom cooking up diced onions in lard then adding chicken blood and the chopped up liver. So good! Good memories. Makes me really miss my parents. Sent from my iPhone On Jun 3, 2014, at 12:00 PM, PAULA M HARRIS <PHARRIS@clemson.edu> wrote: > Don't forget about our cute little "Easter" bunnies that ended up on the table around Aug or Sept every year!!! YUMMO! > > -----Original Message----- > From: donauschwaben-villages-bounces@rootsweb.com [mailto:donauschwaben-villages-bounces@rootsweb.com] On Behalf Of Margaret Bures > Sent: Tuesday, June 03, 2014 11:58 AM > To: Eve > Cc: DVHH Mail List > Subject: Re: [DVHH] fresh chicken > > Eve, > How could they do that to our PET chickens!!! We are scarred for life! > > > Margaret >> From my iPad > > >> On Jun 1, 2014, at 8:19 PM, Eve <evebrown@gmail.com> wrote: >> >> I grew up in the inner city of Flint, but I was never a city kid. I >> don't recall how mom got the live chickens home but they were always >> running around our garden/yard until it was execution time AND it was >> always mom that snapped their necks - I will never forget seeing my >> first one - literally running around like a chicken with his head cut >> off. Mom always promised me that she wouldn't do that to my favorite >> Henrietta - WELL that didn't happen and at the dinner table with our >> pastor and family there for dinner - mom proudly presented Henrietta >> :( >> >> My most embarrassing thing with my parents was having friends over and all over the basement where us kids "hung out" were bowls of pickled pigs feet - my dad loved them - I don't think I could touch them to this day - even though I've heard they are very good. >> >> Eve >> >> >>> On Sun, Jun 1, 2014 at 5:41 PM, Tony Fieder <aefieder@hotmail.com> wrote: >>> This was common practice by my mother as well. Every Saturday morning we would go to the Farmer's market in London Ontario, buy vegetables and a live chicken. We took it home on the bus in a sack inside a paper shopping bag and I prayed so mightily that it wouldn't cluck but it always did and I died a thousand deaths as everyone stared at me! >>> I always felt so badly for the chicken when my mother killed it but it never prevented me from enjoying her chicken dinners. >>> As someone else noted, my mother could never settle for anything but a live chicken, claiming it tasted so much better. >>> >>> Tony Fieder, >>> Cambridge, Ontario >>> >>> >>>> From: bures@att.net >>>> Date: Sun, 1 Jun 2014 09:46:11 -0400 >>>> To: rosevetter@gmail.com >>>> CC: Donauschwaben-Villages-L@rootsweb.com >>>> Subject: Re: [DVHH] fresh chicken >>>> >>>> Rose, >>>> >>>> I can remember too going home with my mother from the Westside Market in Cleveland, on the streetcar, with a live chicken wrapped in newspaper, still clucking! >>>> >>>> I can't remember if this was the era before or after we raised our own chickens in the backyard. >>>> >>>> The worst experience was when I found out my chicken dinner was one of my three little pastel colored Easter peeps! >>>> >>>> >>>> Margaret >>>>> From my iPad >>>> >>>> >>>>> On Jun 1, 2014, at 2:44 AM, Rose Vetter <rosevetter@gmail.com> wrote: >>>>> >>>>> Welcome to our group, Marilyn, and thank you for sharing your >>>>> memories of your grandmother. I remember a scene similar to the >>>>> one you describe, of my father coming home from the Winnipeg >>>>> Public Market, carrying a clucking chicken under his arm, wrapped >>>>> in newspaper--buying a dead bird in the store just wasn't good >>>>> enough. I couldn't bear to watch him kill the bird in the >>>>> basement, but I didn't mind helping my mother with the plucking >>>>> and eviscerating part. As you love discussions about food, the recipes here will no doubt bring back memories of your grandmothers cooking: >>>>> http://www.dvhh.org/cooking-donauschwaben-style/ >>>>> >>>>> Rose >>>>> >>>>> >>>>> >>>>> >>>>>> On 31 May 2014 20:15, Marilyn McClaskey <m-mccl@umn.edu> wrote: >>>>>> >>>>>> Since I have jumped in on the Kraut Glace, I will introduce >>>>>> myself as a new listmember. My nameis Marilyn McClaskey, nee >>>>>> Hochban. I grew up until age 6 with my grandmother in the >>>>>> household. (She died when I was 6, in 1953.) My childhood >>>>>> memories include visiting Mr. Most, the butcher, and the >>>>>> Alexandrias' grocery store. On Sundays we would sometimes visit >>>>>> with other friends from the Old Country (which I thought was >>>>>> Germany) and they would sit and visit in German together. We >>>>>> brought home live chickens from the farmers' market and she >>>>>> killed them in the basement, making pastry brushes from the >>>>>> feathers, using every part of the bird. She did not need to >>>>>> read Joy of Cooking to know how to pluck and dress a bird. She >>>>>> made lye soap, and there was a small two burner gas stove in the >>>>>> basement where she canned everything. She made saurkraut,, her >>>>>> own dumplings, bread, noodles. When she died, I was numb and >>>>>> did not grieve until I was in my 20s. Then everything came flooding back, the German prayer she taught me, detailed memories and feelings. >>>>>> >>>>>> In 1982 my husband and I travelled to Winnipeg and a relative >>>>>> in the next generation from my grandmother told the story, the >>>>>> history. He showed us a book published in Ohio in the late 70s >>>>>> with a map of Zichydorf and which family lived in each house. I >>>>>> looked at the family photos from studios in the Old Country and >>>>>> saw the Serbian and Croatian doubled address on them. They put >>>>>> the Ellis Island records online in the 90s and I found the >>>>>> ship's manifest with the 35~ pieces of information about each >>>>>> passenger. I gathered my cousin and my sister's family to make >>>>>> a pilgrimage with me to Ellis Isalnd on the 100-year anniversary >>>>>> of their arrival, 11-22-2008. I think my next step is to go to Zichyfeld and to Setschanfeld where she was born. >>>>>> >>>>>> I'm looking forward to the discussions on this list! (maybe >>>>>> especially the ones about food) >>>>>> >>>>>> Marilyn Hochban McClaskey >>>>>> >>>>>> >>>>>> >>>>>> >>>>>> ------------------------------- >>>>>> To unsubscribe from the list, please send an email to >>>>>> DONAUSCHWABEN-VILLAGES-request@rootsweb.com with the word 'unsubscribe' >>>>>> without the quotes in the subject and the body of the message >>>>> >>>>> >>>>> ------------------------------- >>>>> To unsubscribe from the list, please send an email to >>>>> DONAUSCHWABEN-VILLAGES-request@rootsweb.com with the word >>>>> 'unsubscribe' without the quotes in the subject and the body of >>>>> the message >>>> >>>> >>>> >>>> ------------------------------- >>>> To unsubscribe from the list, please send an email to >>>> DONAUSCHWABEN-VILLAGES-request@rootsweb.com with the word >>>> 'unsubscribe' without the quotes in the subject and the body of the >>>> message >>> >>> >>> >>> ------------------------------- >>> To unsubscribe from the list, please send an email to >>> DONAUSCHWABEN-VILLAGES-request@rootsweb.com with the word >>> 'unsubscribe' without the quotes in the subject and the body of the >>> message >> >> >> >> -- >> Syrmia Regional Coordinator >> http://www.dvhh.org/syrmia > > > ------------------------------- > To unsubscribe from the list, please send an email to DONAUSCHWABEN-VILLAGES-request@rootsweb.com with the word 'unsubscribe' without the quotes in the subject and the body of the message > > > > ------------------------------- > To unsubscribe from the list, please send an email to DONAUSCHWABEN-VILLAGES-request@rootsweb.com with the word 'unsubscribe' without the quotes in the subject and the body of the message

Then there was always the fright of opening the fridge and finding a large bowl, covered by plastic wrap, of freshly made coarse head cheese. To this day I can't look at head cheese, even at the European delis. My mother loves this stuff. -- Darlene http://www.dvhh.org/membership/associates.htm#D http://home.cogeco.ca/~lindarlene/Index.html

We also had our Sunday and holiday meals at noon sharp, not one minute earlier or later. I'm not sure how this was accomplished since church went till noon. The skill with the knife with making the noodles was definitely something to be proud of. My great-grandmother Teresia was well known for her ability to chop the finest soup noodles. Sounds scary because the sharp knife was put down using her knuckles as a guide. My grandma used a pasta machine. I remember the house being full of tables of noodles drying. I would get roped into running the dough through the machine. We always had homemade chicken soup, fried chicken made with lard, green salad with oil and vinegar, mashed potatoes and orange rice (paprika for colouring), meat loaf ... always the same meal, no turkeys in this household. To this day, we don't eat turkey on holidays. Occasionally, a goose made it to the table. And then the best part, all the cookies. Funny, I don't remember vegetables! Neither does my mother! I talked to a Croatian friend at work - and her Croatian grandmother made the same meal - I found this interesting. Grandma stored all her cookies in one of the back bedrooms. We kids called this "the cookie room". Apparently none of the adults knew this, because one year one of the kids said something about the cookie room and it stopped discussion at the table dead - none of the adults knew that was the name of the room. She had all these tupperware containers full of every kind of cookie you could imagine. This was the room I slept in when I stayed there!!!!!!!!! She would kill and clean the chicken (she raised her own) on Saturday for a Sunday meal. Would salt it and put it in the fridge till she cooked it Sunday. I refused to go downstairs to view this event, but those of my cousins who did loved the part where the chicken ran around without its head. One year she served us red kool-aid with the chicken - you can imagine what us kids were thinking. My cousins and siblings would run out of the car when they got there, straight to the chicken coop to torture the chickens by throwing feed thru a small hole at them and watching them all fight for it. They are lucky they didn't get pecked for their behaviour. Grandma had the coolest collection of pop (soda) in her basement - every brand and flavour you could imagine - back when they got rid of the original Coke, had the New Coke and then brought back the original Coke - we discovered that she still had the "original original Coke" in her basement. It was fun to go down and pick out your pop for each meal. This room was huge, filled with shelves and shelves of canned (glass) food, bins of potatoes, a wine keg (well, it might have been something they called "most?", which was weaker, all the pop, a cabinet for bread and best of all, hanging brotwascht and "junkefleisch/schunkefleisch". This room smelled so awesome. Those sure were the good old days. I can't even imagine trying to cook that much food for so many people - I remember that my aunts rarely sat down to eat - they were too busy hauling food in from the kitchen to the dining room, making sure that their kids had exactly what they liked near them, then would start the dishes before we were done eating. When time came for us "kids" to start doing this, things changed and slowed down - we sat down to eat, the dishes waited till we'd had some dessert and we don't have chicken any more - we have everyone's favourite foods, no turkey still, and oh, lunch is at 2 pm now. I just love these memories. Darlene (first generation Canadian, family from today's Croatia) Helga wrote: > Yep, rememeber the headless chicken running around the coop. This was on > Sunday's usually after mass. My grandmother would go out and decapitate the > chicken and we were warned not to look out of the window. Of course we > would peek out hoping never to be caught. Afterwards in the backyard, if we > dare venture out, would be my grandmother with a vat full of very hot water > sitting on a stool and feathers flying everywhere. Couldn't see much as we > were always sent back into the house. > > She made the best, and I mean absolute best chicken soup. Just broth and > her homemade noodles. The noodles were another matter. Never have I ever > seen anyone so fast and skilful with a knife as my grandmother. What I > can't quite understand is, how could all this be done and ready to eat at > noon. We always ate at noon and never a minute later. Not only did we have > chicken soup, but we had other entrees as well. Perhaps I am mistaken about > the demise of the chicken on Sunday, but that's when we had chicken soup. > Could it be she made it the day before? I doubt that! > > Helga Kiely. > > -----Original Message----- > From: Nick Tullius > Sent: Monday, June 02, 2014 1:27 PM > To: 'DVHH Mail List' > Subject: Re: [DVHH] fresh chicken > > In my native Banat village chicken were slaughtered (rendered?) in a > different way. Grandmother would strew a handful of corn kernels around > herself to get their attention. She would then grab one, usually a young > rooster, because their number need to be reduced (eventually down to one). > She would spread its wings and put one foot on each wing. She would then > bent its head back, make an incision in its neck, and collect all its blood > in a bowl. > In a pan, she fried up in lard some chopped onions, the chicken liver, and > the collected chicken blood. The result was the best brunch I ever had, not > only for those hard post-war years, but forever. > > Nick > > -----Original Message----- > From: donauschwaben-villages-bounces@rootsweb.com > [mailto:donauschwaben-villages-bounces@rootsweb.com] On Behalf Of Eve > Sent: 1-Jun-14 20:20 > To: Tony Fieder > Cc: DVHH Mail List > Subject: Re: [DVHH] fresh chicken > > I grew up in the inner city of Flint, but I was never a city kid. I don't > recall how mom got the live chickens home but they were always running > around our garden/yard until it was execution time AND it was always mom > that snapped their necks - I will never forget seeing my first one - > literally running around like a chicken with his head cut off. Mom always > promised me that she wouldn't do that to my favorite Henrietta - WELL that > didn't happen and at the dinner table with our pastor and family there for > dinner - mom proudly presented Henrietta :( > > My most embarrassing thing with my parents was having friends over and all > over the basement where us kids "hung out" were bowls of pickled pigs feet > - my dad loved them - I don't think I could touch them to this day - even > though I've heard they are very good. > > Eve > > > On Sun, Jun 1, 2014 at 5:41 PM, Tony Fieder <aefieder@hotmail.com> wrote: > >> This was common practice by my mother as well. Every Saturday morning >> we would go to the Farmer's market in London Ontario, buy vegetables >> and a live chicken. We took it home on the bus in a sack inside a >> paper shopping bag and I prayed so mightily that it wouldn't cluck but >> it always did and I died a thousand deaths as everyone stared at me! >> I always felt so badly for the chicken when my mother killed it but it >> never prevented me from enjoying her chicken dinners. >> As someone else noted, my mother could never settle for anything but a >> live chicken, claiming it tasted so much better. >> >> Tony Fieder, >> Cambridge, Ontario >> >> >>> From: bures@att.net >>> Date: Sun, 1 Jun 2014 09:46:11 -0400 >>> To: rosevetter@gmail.com >>> CC: Donauschwaben-Villages-L@rootsweb.com >>> Subject: Re: [DVHH] fresh chicken >>> >>> Rose, >>> >>> I can remember too going home with my mother from the Westside >>> Market in >> Cleveland, on the streetcar, with a live chicken wrapped in newspaper, >> still clucking! >>> >>> I can't remember if this was the era before or after we raised our >>> own >> chickens in the backyard. >>> >>> The worst experience was when I found out my chicken dinner was one >>> of >> my three little pastel colored Easter peeps! >>> >>> >>> Margaret >>> >From my iPad >>> >>> >>>> On Jun 1, 2014, at 2:44 AM, Rose Vetter <rosevetter@gmail.com> wrote: >>>> >>>> Welcome to our group, Marilyn, and thank you for sharing your >>>> memories >> of >>>> your grandmother. I remember a scene similar to the one you >>>> describe, >> of >>>> my father coming home from the Winnipeg Public Market, carrying a >> clucking >>>> chicken under his arm, wrapped in newspaper--buying a dead bird in >>>> the store just wasn't good enough. I couldn't bear to watch him >>>> kill the >> bird >>>> in the basement, but I didn't mind helping my mother with the >>>> plucking >> and >>>> eviscerating part. As you love discussions about food, the >>>> recipes >> here >>>> will no doubt bring back memories of your grandmothers cooking: >>>> http://www.dvhh.org/cooking-donauschwaben-style/ >>>> >>>> Rose >>>> >>>> >>>> >>>> >>>>> On 31 May 2014 20:15, Marilyn McClaskey <m-mccl@umn.edu> wrote: >>>>> >>>>> Since I have jumped in on the Kraut Glace, I will introduce >>>>> myself as a new listmember. My nameis Marilyn McClaskey, nee >>>>> Hochban. I grew up until age 6 with my grandmother in the >>>>> household. (She died when I was 6, in 1953.) My childhood >>>>> memories include visiting Mr. Most, the butcher, and the >>>>> Alexandrias' grocery store. On Sundays we would sometimes visit >>>>> with other friends from the Old Country (which I thought was >>>>> Germany) and they would sit and visit in German together. We >>>>> brought home live chickens from the farmers' market and she >>>>> killed them in the basement, making pastry brushes from the >>>>> feathers, using every part of the bird. She did not need to read >>>>> Joy of Cooking to know how to pluck and dress a bird. She made >>>>> lye soap, and there was a small two burner gas stove in the >>>>> basement where she canned everything. She made saurkraut,, her >>>>> own dumplings, bread, noodles. When she died, I was numb and did >>>>> not grieve until I was in my 20s. Then everything came flooding > back, the German prayer she taught me, detailed memories and feelings. >>>>> >>>>> In 1982 my husband and I travelled to Winnipeg and a relative in >>>>> the next generation from my grandmother told the story, the >>>>> history. He showed us a book published in Ohio in the late 70s >>>>> with a map of Zichydorf and which family lived in each house. I >>>>> looked at the family photos from studios in the Old Country and >>>>> saw the Serbian and Croatian doubled address on them. They put >>>>> the Ellis Island records online in the 90s and I found the ship's >>>>> manifest with the 35~ pieces of information about each passenger. >>>>> I gathered my cousin and my sister's family to make a pilgrimage >>>>> with me to Ellis Isalnd on the 100-year anniversary of their >>>>> arrival, 11-22-2008. I think my next step is to go to Zichyfeld and > to Setschanfeld where she was born. >>>>> >>>>> I'm looking forward to the discussions on this list! (maybe >>>>> especially the ones about food) >>>>> >>>>> Marilyn Hochban McClaskey >>>>> >>>>> >>>>> >>>>> >>>>> ------------------------------- >>>>> To unsubscribe from the list, please send an email to >>>>> DONAUSCHWABEN-VILLAGES-request@rootsweb.com with the word >> 'unsubscribe' >>>>> without the quotes in the subject and the body of the message >>>>> >>>> >>>> >>>> ------------------------------- >>>> To unsubscribe from the list, please send an email to >> DONAUSCHWABEN-VILLAGES-request@rootsweb.com with the word 'unsubscribe' >> without the quotes in the subject and the body of the message >>> >>> >>> >>> ------------------------------- >>> To unsubscribe from the list, please send an email to >> DONAUSCHWABEN-VILLAGES-request@rootsweb.com with the word 'unsubscribe' >> without the quotes in the subject and the body of the message >> >> >> >> ------------------------------- >> To unsubscribe from the list, please send an email to >> DONAUSCHWABEN-VILLAGES-request@rootsweb.com with the word 'unsubscribe' >> without the quotes in the subject and the body of the message >> > > > > -- > Syrmia Regional Coordinator > http://www.dvhh.org/syrmia > > > ------------------------------- > To unsubscribe from the list, please send an email to > DONAUSCHWABEN-VILLAGES-request@rootsweb.com with the word 'unsubscribe' > without the quotes in the subject and the body of the message > > > > ------------------------------- > To unsubscribe from the list, please send an email to > DONAUSCHWABEN-VILLAGES-request@rootsweb.com with the word 'unsubscribe' > without the quotes in the subject and the body of the message > > > > ------------------------------- > To unsubscribe from the list, please send an email to DONAUSCHWABEN-VILLAGES-request@rootsweb.com with the word 'unsubscribe' without the quotes in the subject and the body of the message > -- Darlene http://www.dvhh.org/membership/associates.htm#D http://home.cogeco.ca/~lindarlene/Index.html

Eve, How could they do that to our PET chickens!!! We are scarred for life! Margaret From my iPad > On Jun 1, 2014, at 8:19 PM, Eve <evebrown@gmail.com> wrote: > > I grew up in the inner city of Flint, but I was never a city kid. I don't recall how mom got the live chickens home but they were always running around our garden/yard until it was execution time AND it was always mom that snapped their necks - I will never forget seeing my first one - literally running around like a chicken with his head cut off. Mom always promised me that she wouldn't do that to my favorite Henrietta - WELL that didn't happen and at the dinner table with our pastor and family there for dinner - mom proudly presented Henrietta :( > > My most embarrassing thing with my parents was having friends over and all over the basement where us kids "hung out" were bowls of pickled pigs feet - my dad loved them - I don't think I could touch them to this day - even though I've heard they are very good. > > Eve > > >> On Sun, Jun 1, 2014 at 5:41 PM, Tony Fieder <aefieder@hotmail.com> wrote: >> This was common practice by my mother as well. Every Saturday morning we would go to the Farmer's market in London Ontario, buy vegetables and a live chicken. We took it home on the bus in a sack inside a paper shopping bag and I prayed so mightily that it wouldn't cluck but it always did and I died a thousand deaths as everyone stared at me! >> I always felt so badly for the chicken when my mother killed it but it never prevented me from enjoying her chicken dinners. >> As someone else noted, my mother could never settle for anything but a live chicken, claiming it tasted so much better. >> >> Tony Fieder, >> Cambridge, Ontario >> >> >> > From: bures@att.net >> > Date: Sun, 1 Jun 2014 09:46:11 -0400 >> > To: rosevetter@gmail.com >> > CC: Donauschwaben-Villages-L@rootsweb.com >> > Subject: Re: [DVHH] fresh chicken >> > >> > Rose, >> > >> > I can remember too going home with my mother from the Westside Market in Cleveland, on the streetcar, with a live chicken wrapped in newspaper, still clucking! >> > >> > I can't remember if this was the era before or after we raised our own chickens in the backyard. >> > >> > The worst experience was when I found out my chicken dinner was one of my three little pastel colored Easter peeps! >> > >> > >> > Margaret >> > >From my iPad >> > >> > >> > > On Jun 1, 2014, at 2:44 AM, Rose Vetter <rosevetter@gmail.com> wrote: >> > > >> > > Welcome to our group, Marilyn, and thank you for sharing your memories of >> > > your grandmother. I remember a scene similar to the one you describe, of >> > > my father coming home from the Winnipeg Public Market, carrying a clucking >> > > chicken under his arm, wrapped in newspaper--buying a dead bird in the >> > > store just wasn't good enough. I couldn't bear to watch him kill the bird >> > > in the basement, but I didn't mind helping my mother with the plucking and >> > > eviscerating part. As you love discussions about food, the recipes here >> > > will no doubt bring back memories of your grandmothers cooking: >> > > http://www.dvhh.org/cooking-donauschwaben-style/ >> > > >> > > Rose >> > > >> > > >> > > >> > > >> > >> On 31 May 2014 20:15, Marilyn McClaskey <m-mccl@umn.edu> wrote: >> > >> >> > >> Since I have jumped in on the Kraut Glace, I will introduce myself as >> > >> a new listmember. My nameis Marilyn McClaskey, nee Hochban. I grew >> > >> up until age 6 with my grandmother in the household. (She died when I >> > >> was 6, in 1953.) My childhood memories include visiting Mr. Most, >> > >> the butcher, and the Alexandrias' grocery store. On Sundays we would >> > >> sometimes visit with other friends from the Old Country (which I >> > >> thought was Germany) and they would sit and visit in German >> > >> together. We brought home live chickens from the farmers' market and >> > >> she killed them in the basement, making pastry brushes from the >> > >> feathers, using every part of the bird. She did not need to read Joy >> > >> of Cooking to know how to pluck and dress a bird. She made lye soap, >> > >> and there was a small two burner gas stove in the basement where she >> > >> canned everything. She made saurkraut,, her own dumplings, bread, >> > >> noodles. When she died, I was numb and did not grieve until I was in >> > >> my 20s. Then everything came flooding back, the German prayer she >> > >> taught me, detailed memories and feelings. >> > >> >> > >> In 1982 my husband and I travelled to Winnipeg and a relative in the >> > >> next generation from my grandmother told the story, the history. He >> > >> showed us a book published in Ohio in the late 70s with a map of >> > >> Zichydorf and which family lived in each house. I looked at the >> > >> family photos from studios in the Old Country and saw the Serbian and >> > >> Croatian doubled address on them. They put the Ellis Island records >> > >> online in the 90s and I found the ship's manifest with the 35~ pieces >> > >> of information about each passenger. I gathered my cousin and my >> > >> sister's family to make a pilgrimage with me to Ellis Isalnd on the >> > >> 100-year anniversary of their arrival, 11-22-2008. I think my next >> > >> step is to go to Zichyfeld and to Setschanfeld where she was born. >> > >> >> > >> I'm looking forward to the discussions on this list! (maybe >> > >> especially the ones about food) >> > >> >> > >> Marilyn Hochban McClaskey >> > >> >> > >> >> > >> >> > >> >> > >> ------------------------------- >> > >> To unsubscribe from the list, please send an email to >> > >> DONAUSCHWABEN-VILLAGES-request@rootsweb.com with the word 'unsubscribe' >> > >> without the quotes in the subject and the body of the message >> > >> >> > > >> > > >> > > ------------------------------- >> > > To unsubscribe from the list, please send an email to DONAUSCHWABEN-VILLAGES-request@rootsweb.com with the word 'unsubscribe' without the quotes in the subject and the body of the message >> > >> > >> > >> > ------------------------------- >> > To unsubscribe from the list, please send an email to DONAUSCHWABEN-VILLAGES-request@rootsweb.com with the word 'unsubscribe' without the quotes in the subject and the body of the message >> >> >> >> ------------------------------- >> To unsubscribe from the list, please send an email to DONAUSCHWABEN-VILLAGES-request@rootsweb.com with the word 'unsubscribe' without the quotes in the subject and the body of the message > > > > -- > Syrmia Regional Coordinator > http://www.dvhh.org/syrmia

Yep, rememeber the headless chicken running around the coop. This was on Sunday's usually after mass. My grandmother would go out and decapitate the chicken and we were warned not to look out of the window. Of course we would peek out hoping never to be caught. Afterwards in the backyard, if we dare venture out, would be my grandmother with a vat full of very hot water sitting on a stool and feathers flying everywhere. Couldn't see much as we were always sent back into the house. She made the best, and I mean absolute best chicken soup. Just broth and her homemade noodles. The noodles were another matter. Never have I ever seen anyone so fast and skilful with a knife as my grandmother. What I can't quite understand is, how could all this be done and ready to eat at noon. We always ate at noon and never a minute later. Not only did we have chicken soup, but we had other entrees as well. Perhaps I am mistaken about the demise of the chicken on Sunday, but that's when we had chicken soup. Could it be she made it the day before? I doubt that! Helga Kiely. -----Original Message----- From: Nick Tullius Sent: Monday, June 02, 2014 1:27 PM To: 'DVHH Mail List' Subject: Re: [DVHH] fresh chicken In my native Banat village chicken were slaughtered (rendered?) in a different way. Grandmother would strew a handful of corn kernels around herself to get their attention. She would then grab one, usually a young rooster, because their number need to be reduced (eventually down to one). She would spread its wings and put one foot on each wing. She would then bent its head back, make an incision in its neck, and collect all its blood in a bowl. In a pan, she fried up in lard some chopped onions, the chicken liver, and the collected chicken blood. The result was the best brunch I ever had, not only for those hard post-war years, but forever. Nick -----Original Message----- From: donauschwaben-villages-bounces@rootsweb.com [mailto:donauschwaben-villages-bounces@rootsweb.com] On Behalf Of Eve Sent: 1-Jun-14 20:20 To: Tony Fieder Cc: DVHH Mail List Subject: Re: [DVHH] fresh chicken I grew up in the inner city of Flint, but I was never a city kid. I don't recall how mom got the live chickens home but they were always running around our garden/yard until it was execution time AND it was always mom that snapped their necks - I will never forget seeing my first one - literally running around like a chicken with his head cut off. Mom always promised me that she wouldn't do that to my favorite Henrietta - WELL that didn't happen and at the dinner table with our pastor and family there for dinner - mom proudly presented Henrietta :( My most embarrassing thing with my parents was having friends over and all over the basement where us kids "hung out" were bowls of pickled pigs feet - my dad loved them - I don't think I could touch them to this day - even though I've heard they are very good. Eve On Sun, Jun 1, 2014 at 5:41 PM, Tony Fieder <aefieder@hotmail.com> wrote: > This was common practice by my mother as well. Every Saturday morning > we would go to the Farmer's market in London Ontario, buy vegetables > and a live chicken. We took it home on the bus in a sack inside a > paper shopping bag and I prayed so mightily that it wouldn't cluck but > it always did and I died a thousand deaths as everyone stared at me! > I always felt so badly for the chicken when my mother killed it but it > never prevented me from enjoying her chicken dinners. > As someone else noted, my mother could never settle for anything but a > live chicken, claiming it tasted so much better. > > Tony Fieder, > Cambridge, Ontario > > > > From: bures@att.net > > Date: Sun, 1 Jun 2014 09:46:11 -0400 > > To: rosevetter@gmail.com > > CC: Donauschwaben-Villages-L@rootsweb.com > > Subject: Re: [DVHH] fresh chicken > > > > Rose, > > > > I can remember too going home with my mother from the Westside > > Market in > Cleveland, on the streetcar, with a live chicken wrapped in newspaper, > still clucking! > > > > I can't remember if this was the era before or after we raised our > > own > chickens in the backyard. > > > > The worst experience was when I found out my chicken dinner was one > > of > my three little pastel colored Easter peeps! > > > > > > Margaret > > >From my iPad > > > > > > > On Jun 1, 2014, at 2:44 AM, Rose Vetter <rosevetter@gmail.com> wrote: > > > > > > Welcome to our group, Marilyn, and thank you for sharing your > > > memories > of > > > your grandmother. I remember a scene similar to the one you > > > describe, > of > > > my father coming home from the Winnipeg Public Market, carrying a > clucking > > > chicken under his arm, wrapped in newspaper--buying a dead bird in > > > the store just wasn't good enough. I couldn't bear to watch him > > > kill the > bird > > > in the basement, but I didn't mind helping my mother with the > > > plucking > and > > > eviscerating part. As you love discussions about food, the > > > recipes > here > > > will no doubt bring back memories of your grandmothers cooking: > > > http://www.dvhh.org/cooking-donauschwaben-style/ > > > > > > Rose > > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> On 31 May 2014 20:15, Marilyn McClaskey <m-mccl@umn.edu> wrote: > > >> > > >> Since I have jumped in on the Kraut Glace, I will introduce > > >> myself as a new listmember. My nameis Marilyn McClaskey, nee > > >> Hochban. I grew up until age 6 with my grandmother in the > > >> household. (She died when I was 6, in 1953.) My childhood > > >> memories include visiting Mr. Most, the butcher, and the > > >> Alexandrias' grocery store. On Sundays we would sometimes visit > > >> with other friends from the Old Country (which I thought was > > >> Germany) and they would sit and visit in German together. We > > >> brought home live chickens from the farmers' market and she > > >> killed them in the basement, making pastry brushes from the > > >> feathers, using every part of the bird. She did not need to read > > >> Joy of Cooking to know how to pluck and dress a bird. She made > > >> lye soap, and there was a small two burner gas stove in the > > >> basement where she canned everything. She made saurkraut,, her > > >> own dumplings, bread, noodles. When she died, I was numb and did > > >> not grieve until I was in my 20s. Then everything came flooding back, the German prayer she taught me, detailed memories and feelings. > > >> > > >> In 1982 my husband and I travelled to Winnipeg and a relative in > > >> the next generation from my grandmother told the story, the > > >> history. He showed us a book published in Ohio in the late 70s > > >> with a map of Zichydorf and which family lived in each house. I > > >> looked at the family photos from studios in the Old Country and > > >> saw the Serbian and Croatian doubled address on them. They put > > >> the Ellis Island records online in the 90s and I found the ship's > > >> manifest with the 35~ pieces of information about each passenger. > > >> I gathered my cousin and my sister's family to make a pilgrimage > > >> with me to Ellis Isalnd on the 100-year anniversary of their > > >> arrival, 11-22-2008. I think my next step is to go to Zichyfeld and to Setschanfeld where she was born. > > >> > > >> I'm looking forward to the discussions on this list! (maybe > > >> especially the ones about food) > > >> > > >> Marilyn Hochban McClaskey > > >> > > >> > > >> > > >> > > >> ------------------------------- > > >> To unsubscribe from the list, please send an email to > > >> DONAUSCHWABEN-VILLAGES-request@rootsweb.com with the word > 'unsubscribe' > > >> without the quotes in the subject and the body of the message > > >> > > > > > > > > > ------------------------------- > > > To unsubscribe from the list, please send an email to > DONAUSCHWABEN-VILLAGES-request@rootsweb.com with the word 'unsubscribe' > without the quotes in the subject and the body of the message > > > > > > > > ------------------------------- > > To unsubscribe from the list, please send an email to > DONAUSCHWABEN-VILLAGES-request@rootsweb.com with the word 'unsubscribe' > without the quotes in the subject and the body of the message > > > > ------------------------------- > To unsubscribe from the list, please send an email to > DONAUSCHWABEN-VILLAGES-request@rootsweb.com with the word 'unsubscribe' > without the quotes in the subject and the body of the message > -- Syrmia Regional Coordinator http://www.dvhh.org/syrmia ------------------------------- To unsubscribe from the list, please send an email to DONAUSCHWABEN-VILLAGES-request@rootsweb.com with the word 'unsubscribe' without the quotes in the subject and the body of the message ------------------------------- To unsubscribe from the list, please send an email to DONAUSCHWABEN-VILLAGES-request@rootsweb.com with the word 'unsubscribe' without the quotes in the subject and the body of the message

I remember my Grandma Weinfurtner cutting off the head of a chicken in her kitchen, and the chicken would run around for awhile really wild until it dropped. Dave Weinfurtner ---- Margaret Bures <bures@att.net> wrote: > Hey Gary, > > My husband Ken remembers heads rolling as you do, only on Kinsman Avenue in Cleveland. > I loved the Westside Market that we would go to on Saturdays and the cookie store down the street. I was born in 1943. > My mom was born in 1901 in Tscherwenka, in the Batschka, Yugoslavia and came to the US in Cleveland in 1922with my father and sister and rented on Caroll Ave. close to the Westside market. > Yes, memories are made of this. > > > Margaret > >From my iPad > > > > On Jun 1, 2014, at 2:10 PM, "Gary Banzhaf" <gerbanz@gmail.com> wrote: > > > > > > Good day to all the new names and Margret's memories of the Westside Market. > > It took me back into the early fifties. Mom (*1903) and I, giving her a ride > > to the Market in my 1951 Pontiac Star Chief - with pride. > > Chickens alive, Mama had her stand there where they let "heads rolling" and > > even plucking them and bringing the Chicken home to make everything that is > > mentioned in today Ladies recopies ! > > "Memories are made of this" and no matter how old you get - no one can take > > them away! > > > > Gary (Gerhard) Banzhaf in Cleveland > > > > ----- Original Message ----- From: "Margaret Bures" <bures@att.net> > > To: "Rose Vetter" <rosevetter@gmail.com> > > Cc: "DVHH Mail List" <Donauschwaben-Villages-L@rootsweb.com> > > Sent: Sunday, June 01, 2014 9:46 AM > > Subject: Re: [DVHH] fresh chicken > > > > > >> Rose, > >> > >> I can remember too going home with my mother from the Westside Market in > >> Cleveland, on the streetcar, with a live chicken wrapped in newspaper, > >> still clucking! > >> > >> I can't remember if this was the era before or after we raised our own > >> chickens in the backyard. > >> > >> The worst experience was when I found out my chicken dinner was one of my > >> three little pastel colored Easter peeps! > >> > >> > >> Margaret > >>> From my iPad > >> > >> > >>> On Jun 1, 2014, at 2:44 AM, Rose Vetter <rosevetter@gmail.com> wrote: > >>> > >>> Welcome to our group, Marilyn, and thank you for sharing your memories of > >>> your grandmother. I remember a scene similar to the one you describe, > >>> of > >>> my father coming home from the Winnipeg Public Market, carrying a > >>> clucking > >>> chicken under his arm, wrapped in newspaper--buying a dead bird in the > >>> store just wasn't good enough. I couldn't bear to watch him kill the > >>> bird > >>> in the basement, but I didn't mind helping my mother with the plucking > >>> and > >>> eviscerating part. As you love discussions about food, the recipes here > >>> will no doubt bring back memories of your grandmothers cooking: > >>> http://www.dvhh.org/cooking-donauschwaben-style/ > >>> > >>> Rose > >>> > >>> > >>> > >>> > >>>> On 31 May 2014 20:15, Marilyn McClaskey <m-mccl@umn.edu> wrote: > >>>> > >>>> Since I have jumped in on the Kraut Glace, I will introduce myself as > >>>> a new listmember. My nameis Marilyn McClaskey, nee Hochban. I grew > >>>> up until age 6 with my grandmother in the household. (She died when I > >>>> was 6, in 1953.) My childhood memories include visiting Mr. Most, > >>>> the butcher, and the Alexandrias' grocery store. On Sundays we would > >>>> sometimes visit with other friends from the Old Country (which I > >>>> thought was Germany) and they would sit and visit in German > >>>> together. We brought home live chickens from the farmers' market and > >>>> she killed them in the basement, making pastry brushes from the > >>>> feathers, using every part of the bird. She did not need to read Joy > >>>> of Cooking to know how to pluck and dress a bird. She made lye soap, > >>>> and there was a small two burner gas stove in the basement where she > >>>> canned everything. She made saurkraut,, her own dumplings, bread, > >>>> noodles. When she died, I was numb and did not grieve until I was in > >>>> my 20s. Then everything came flooding back, the German prayer she > >>>> taught me, detailed memories and feelings. > >>>> > >>>> In 1982 my husband and I travelled to Winnipeg and a relative in the > >>>> next generation from my grandmother told the story, the history. He > >>>> showed us a book published in Ohio in the late 70s with a map of > >>>> Zichydorf and which family lived in each house. I looked at the > >>>> family photos from studios in the Old Country and saw the Serbian and > >>>> Croatian doubled address on them. They put the Ellis Island records > >>>> online in the 90s and I found the ship's manifest with the 35~ pieces > >>>> of information about each passenger. I gathered my cousin and my > >>>> sister's family to make a pilgrimage with me to Ellis Isalnd on the > >>>> 100-year anniversary of their arrival, 11-22-2008. I think my next > >>>> step is to go to Zichyfeld and to Setschanfeld where she was born. > >>>> > >>>> I'm looking forward to the discussions on this list! (maybe > >>>> especially the ones about food) > >>>> > >>>> Marilyn Hochban McClaskey > >>>> > >>>> > >>>> > >>>> > >>>> ------------------------------- > >>>> To unsubscribe from the list, please send an email to > >>>> DONAUSCHWABEN-VILLAGES-request@rootsweb.com with the word 'unsubscribe' > >>>> without the quotes in the subject and the body of the message > >>>> > >>> > >>> > >>> ------------------------------- > >>> To unsubscribe from the list, please send an email to > >>> DONAUSCHWABEN-VILLAGES-request@rootsweb.com with the word 'unsubscribe' > >>> without the quotes in the subject and the body of the message > >> > >> > >> > >> ------------------------------- > >> To unsubscribe from the list, please send an email to > >> DONAUSCHWABEN-VILLAGES-request@rootsweb.com with the word 'unsubscribe' > >> without the quotes in the subject and the body of the message > > > > > > ------------------------------- > To unsubscribe from the list, please send an email to DONAUSCHWABEN-VILLAGES-request@rootsweb.com with the word 'unsubscribe' without the quotes in the subject and the body of the message

interesting. I remember my grandfather drinking sauerkraut juice all the time. at one point in time it came in small cans about the same size as individual tomato juice cans. I like using it with my sauerkraut recipes as I like it really sour, but lately have had a hard time finding it. Linda ----- Original Message ----- From: "Darlene Dimitrie" <fon.ladee@cogeco.ca> To: "Rose Vetter" <rosevetter@gmail.com> Cc: "DVHH-L" <donauschwaben-villages@rootsweb.com> Sent: Saturday, May 31, 2014 8:59 PM Subject: Re: [DVHH] Kraut glace > > Asked my mom - she pronounced it exactly like you said - "Klace/Glace", > but > says they did make a dish known as cabbage dumplings that was a layer of > cabbage, then a layer of "dough balls", then more cabbage and dough > balls > and so on, but they called it "Knaedel". Guess everyone had different > names for things. > When we had kartoffel und glace, the same square little noodles, with > cut up > boiled potatoes, then fried up nice and crusty in a pan, we also had > this > odd soup. She used some of the water from boiling the potatoes and > added > square noodles, then using the frying pan where she fried up the > kartoffel > und glace, added some onion, water and paprika till the crusty stuff and > oils lifted up, then put that into the soup. Looked kind of like an > orange > oil slick, but tasted awesome. > Another odd thing - here in Canada, the doctor told one of our men to > drink > the juice from a jar of sauerkraut to settle his stomach. Don't know if > it > worked, too long ago. > What is so much worse than cabbage is the smell of cooking beets - kind > of > like a moldy garage ... > Darlene > p.s. this is making me very hungry!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! > > Rose Vetter wrote: > > Hello Darlene and Anne, > This sounds like Krautfleckl, a popular and economical meatless meal. I > wonder if you could be referring to Kraut-Klöss (cabbage dumplings). > The > way our people pronounced it would sound more like Klace or Glace. > Rose > > On 31 May 2014 15:50, Darlene Dimitrie <[1]fon.ladee@cogeco.ca> wrote: > > Rhymes with face or place - > > Anne Dreer wrote: > Thanks, Darlene. > We made that dish, too. We called it Kraut Fleckerli. In High German > it > would > be one word and called Krautfleckchen = little cabbage patches. > Just how exactly did you pronounce the ‘glace’? > Anne > ------------------------------- > > To unsubscribe from the list, please send an email to > [1]DONAUSCHWABEN-VILLAGES > > -[2]request@rootsweb.com with the word 'unsubscribe' without the quotes > in > the sub > ject and the body of the messa > > References > > 1. mailto:fon.ladee@cogeco.ca > 2. mailto:request@rootsweb.com > > > ------------------------------- > To unsubscribe from the list, please send an email to > DONAUSCHWABEN-VILLAGES-request@rootsweb.com with the word 'unsubscribe' > without the quotes in the subject and the body of the message --- This email is free from viruses and malware because avast! Antivirus protection is active. http://www.avast.com

Hey Gary, My husband Ken remembers heads rolling as you do, only on Kinsman Avenue in Cleveland. I loved the Westside Market that we would go to on Saturdays and the cookie store down the street. I was born in 1943. My mom was born in 1901 in Tscherwenka, in the Batschka, Yugoslavia and came to the US in Cleveland in 1922with my father and sister and rented on Caroll Ave. close to the Westside market. Yes, memories are made of this. Margaret >From my iPad > On Jun 1, 2014, at 2:10 PM, "Gary Banzhaf" <gerbanz@gmail.com> wrote: > > > Good day to all the new names and Margret's memories of the Westside Market. > It took me back into the early fifties. Mom (*1903) and I, giving her a ride > to the Market in my 1951 Pontiac Star Chief - with pride. > Chickens alive, Mama had her stand there where they let "heads rolling" and > even plucking them and bringing the Chicken home to make everything that is > mentioned in today Ladies recopies ! > "Memories are made of this" and no matter how old you get - no one can take > them away! > > Gary (Gerhard) Banzhaf in Cleveland > > ----- Original Message ----- From: "Margaret Bures" <bures@att.net> > To: "Rose Vetter" <rosevetter@gmail.com> > Cc: "DVHH Mail List" <Donauschwaben-Villages-L@rootsweb.com> > Sent: Sunday, June 01, 2014 9:46 AM > Subject: Re: [DVHH] fresh chicken > > >> Rose, >> >> I can remember too going home with my mother from the Westside Market in >> Cleveland, on the streetcar, with a live chicken wrapped in newspaper, >> still clucking! >> >> I can't remember if this was the era before or after we raised our own >> chickens in the backyard. >> >> The worst experience was when I found out my chicken dinner was one of my >> three little pastel colored Easter peeps! >> >> >> Margaret >>> From my iPad >> >> >>> On Jun 1, 2014, at 2:44 AM, Rose Vetter <rosevetter@gmail.com> wrote: >>> >>> Welcome to our group, Marilyn, and thank you for sharing your memories of >>> your grandmother. I remember a scene similar to the one you describe, >>> of >>> my father coming home from the Winnipeg Public Market, carrying a >>> clucking >>> chicken under his arm, wrapped in newspaper--buying a dead bird in the >>> store just wasn't good enough. I couldn't bear to watch him kill the >>> bird >>> in the basement, but I didn't mind helping my mother with the plucking >>> and >>> eviscerating part. As you love discussions about food, the recipes here >>> will no doubt bring back memories of your grandmothers cooking: >>> http://www.dvhh.org/cooking-donauschwaben-style/ >>> >>> Rose >>> >>> >>> >>> >>>> On 31 May 2014 20:15, Marilyn McClaskey <m-mccl@umn.edu> wrote: >>>> >>>> Since I have jumped in on the Kraut Glace, I will introduce myself as >>>> a new listmember. My nameis Marilyn McClaskey, nee Hochban. I grew >>>> up until age 6 with my grandmother in the household. (She died when I >>>> was 6, in 1953.) My childhood memories include visiting Mr. Most, >>>> the butcher, and the Alexandrias' grocery store. On Sundays we would >>>> sometimes visit with other friends from the Old Country (which I >>>> thought was Germany) and they would sit and visit in German >>>> together. We brought home live chickens from the farmers' market and >>>> she killed them in the basement, making pastry brushes from the >>>> feathers, using every part of the bird. She did not need to read Joy >>>> of Cooking to know how to pluck and dress a bird. She made lye soap, >>>> and there was a small two burner gas stove in the basement where she >>>> canned everything. She made saurkraut,, her own dumplings, bread, >>>> noodles. When she died, I was numb and did not grieve until I was in >>>> my 20s. Then everything came flooding back, the German prayer she >>>> taught me, detailed memories and feelings. >>>> >>>> In 1982 my husband and I travelled to Winnipeg and a relative in the >>>> next generation from my grandmother told the story, the history. He >>>> showed us a book published in Ohio in the late 70s with a map of >>>> Zichydorf and which family lived in each house. I looked at the >>>> family photos from studios in the Old Country and saw the Serbian and >>>> Croatian doubled address on them. They put the Ellis Island records >>>> online in the 90s and I found the ship's manifest with the 35~ pieces >>>> of information about each passenger. I gathered my cousin and my >>>> sister's family to make a pilgrimage with me to Ellis Isalnd on the >>>> 100-year anniversary of their arrival, 11-22-2008. I think my next >>>> step is to go to Zichyfeld and to Setschanfeld where she was born. >>>> >>>> I'm looking forward to the discussions on this list! (maybe >>>> especially the ones about food) >>>> >>>> Marilyn Hochban McClaskey >>>> >>>> >>>> >>>> >>>> ------------------------------- >>>> To unsubscribe from the list, please send an email to >>>> DONAUSCHWABEN-VILLAGES-request@rootsweb.com with the word 'unsubscribe' >>>> without the quotes in the subject and the body of the message >>>> >>> >>> >>> ------------------------------- >>> To unsubscribe from the list, please send an email to >>> DONAUSCHWABEN-VILLAGES-request@rootsweb.com with the word 'unsubscribe' >>> without the quotes in the subject and the body of the message >> >> >> >> ------------------------------- >> To unsubscribe from the list, please send an email to >> DONAUSCHWABEN-VILLAGES-request@rootsweb.com with the word 'unsubscribe' >> without the quotes in the subject and the body of the message >

Hello Tony, Have you tried a different spelling? I went on Canada 411 search and found several by the name of Semlich. The English pronunciation would be the same as the German Selitsch. One was in Lambeth, ON. That’s close to London. The first name initial is O. There were a couple of others, one with the initial J in different locations. Why don’t you call the one in Lambeth, that’s probably a son or grandson? I found some of my relatives, just by last name in Pennsylvania. Their ancestors left Srem in 1905. I looked up their phone number and called them. They were from Vukovar and their ancestor was my grandfather’s great uncle. Anne D.

Anne ... so good you sense of humor prevailed. As you say .... never a dull moment on the farm. Susan > From: dreera@sympatico.ca > To: donauschwaben-villages@rootsweb.com > Date: Mon, 2 Jun 2014 15:42:40 -0400 > Subject: [DVHH] Ckickens > > My husband and I bought a farm after living in Toronto for fourteen years. We farmed for ten years and every year I raised enough chickens for our family of five and extra ones for our city living relatives. I had more than fifty chickens in the freezer every fall. > The chickens had their own coop behind the barn, but they had the habit of wandering into the barn to peck up any spilled ‘chop (coarsely ground corn and grain). They sometimes got in my husband’s way when he was doing chores. > One time I was walking into the barn from the back door which was usually open in the summer. He tried to shoo one of the chickens away and it wouldn’t move. So he grabbed it and hurled it toward the back door, not aware that I was just entering the barn. It fluttered right at my head. “ Yikes!!” I screamed. It was just just too funny to be mad. > > Never a dull moment on the farm! > > Anne > > > ------------------------------- > To unsubscribe from the list, please send an email to DONAUSCHWABEN-VILLAGES-request@rootsweb.com with the word 'unsubscribe' without the quotes in the subject and the body of the message

Hello All, I am going to Ridjica in July to find the house in which I spent my first two years of life (1944-45). In the 70's the son of one of my parents friends went there and sent a picture of the house but it did not show the house number. I do have the picture though! That person was John (Hans) Semlitsch. He used to live in London, Ontario (where I grew up) but I cannot find him in any of the London telephone directories (or Google). Does anyone out there know him and how I might be able to contact him? Thanks for any help. Anton (Tony) Fieder Near Cambridge, Ontario