Let's not forget that the plums are only sold in the Americas in the fall. They are Italian Prune Plums. The other plums are not nearly as tasty in Zwetschgenknodel. Maybe not in the Americas, but for certain sold only in the fall if you live in Canada. -----Original Message----- From: Eve via DONAUSCHWABEN-VILLAGES Sent: Tuesday, September 5, 2017 3:27 PM To: Christine Spooner Cc: [email protected] Subject: Re: [DVHH] Life in Childhood - School, Zwetschgenknoedel, Zwetschgenkuchen OH....sorry I also wanted to add Christine, your story of school in the lager sounds just like what I've heard from my mom and also about the division of Catholic and Lutheran. It was also difficult for my mom with this. Eve On Tue, Sep 5, 2017 at 3:25 PM, Eve <[email protected]> wrote: > Hi Christine (cousin), > > The plum kuchen I'm pretty sure it's pit side up (without the pit of > course). Mama made this often too and again for me it wasn't a favorite > because I didn't like the cooked plums. I recently found a recipe on > pinterest that uses a cake mix for the crust and used berries for the > fruit > part - love it.....but I'm now hankering for the the prune plums and have > some at home so I just may have to try it with this recipe too. > > Eve > > On Mon, Sep 4, 2017 at 9:29 AM, Christine Spooner via > DONAUSCHWABEN-VILLAGES <[email protected]> wrote: > >> This recent e-mail traffic brings back so many memories. I was born in a >> refugee camp in the Hotel Europa at the train station in Salzburg and >> then >> spent the next nine years of my life in the Sitzenheim Lager in Maxglan >> in >> Salzburg. School in Austria was no fun, but I didn't know anything else. >> When I arrived in school at age six, life in Austria had settled down a >> little after the war, but Austria was still very poor and full of >> refugees. The teachers did not like us refugees and made it pretty >> obvious. >> >> My school was an all-girls' elementary school from grades 1 to 4. I had >> the same teacher all four years. The ruler in the teacher's hand was >> always ready to strike my hand if the teacher thought I misbehaved, which >> was pretty often. (I never thought I misbehaved!) Often there were >> comments to me and some of the other refugee girls about "don't you wash >> your hands?" What the teachers didn't think about was that there was no >> running water in the barracks where we lived; my mother had to take pails >> over to the next barrack where there was one spigot with cold water for >> about three other barracks. The toilets were a large six-hole outhouse >> across the road that separated the rows of barracks. The school did have >> one regular flush toilet--the only one I had seen at that point. We had >> to >> ask permission to use the toilet and the teachers rationed out the toilet >> paper. >> >> In addition to the three RRR's, handcrafts were also taught. We made an >> embroidery stitch sampler in the first grade and later made a crocheted >> doily. Because of my "unwashed hands", my doily was made with brown yarn >> instead of the pretty white yarn some other students received. (The >> materials were provided by the school.) >> >> Salzburg is/was a very Catholic city and all the refugees from my >> mother's village, Kisker, were Lutheran. Religious education was >> included >> in the curriculum. The priest came six days a week for Catholic >> instruction, and Lutheran students were excused. I don't remember what we >> did with that time, but I think we had fun. The Lutheran teacher came >> twice a week. The Catholic students had no doubt that we Lutherans would >> never share heaven with them. On the other hand, on Fridays, if any meat >> was available, we could happily eat it while they could not. >> >> I did get an excellent education, especially in reading, and when I >> arrived in the US, learning English and reading were really easy. I was >> also ahead in handwriting and arithmetic. The treatment by American >> teachers was so different from my Austrian teacher--what a contrast--no >> more rulers hitting my hands. I started liking school in the US! >> >> On food--my mother made Zwetschgenknoedel just as Eve's mom did--dough >> wrapped around pitted prune plums, dropped in boiling water, and then >> browned with sweetened bread crumbs. She didn't make it very often >> because >> it was something of a bother to make and she was always working and tired >> after a full day at work. Her favorite thing to make with prune plums >> was >> Zwetschgenkuchen, a sweet yeast dough topped with sliced prune plums, >> dollops of sour cream and sprinkled with sugar. She made that pretty >> often, whenever prune plums were available, and we all enjoyed it. >> >> I would like to make this Zwetschgenkuchen sometime, and know how to >> prepare the yeast dough; however, I'm not too sure about the topping. >> Are >> the prune plums put on the dough skin side up or skin side down? How >> much >> sugar gets sprinkled over the top, and about how much sour cream is used? >> >> Chris Spooner >> >> >> >> On Saturday, September 2, 2017, 4:23:40 PM EDT, Franz via >> DONAUSCHWABEN-VILLAGES <[email protected]> wrote: >> >> >> After the war, I went to school in the DP Camp in Groedig, Austria, >> about 12 Km from Salzburg. We had all ages in a one room classroom, and >> we started out using small chalkboards. Paper and pencils were not >> available until 1947, and by then, classes were divided into grades one >> through three in one group and four through five in the other. Boys and >> girls....all together. Our teacher was also a refugee, but lived in a >> local farmer's house (also did some farmwork to earn his food and >> lodging). In my second and third grade years, our teacher was strict, >> and used the 'paddle' when he deemed it necessary to maintain control. I >> was never paddled because the thought of a getting a paddling , and then >> my mother hearing about it, apart from the shame, it would only lead to >> another paddling from mom, kind of a two-for-one-deal. That did not >> appeal to me, so I behaved. :-) >> On the brighter side, we took many walking class trips into the >> surrounding areas, and that was a treat...just to get out of the room, >> out of that camp. Once we even visited the nearby German border where we >> learned about the 'roten Streich auf der Landkarte'. In class, our >> teacher often smoked Pall Mall cigarettes while teaching, and as a >> treat, he oftentimes read a Chapter of a Karl Mai American Western >> fiction book. Those readings were real treats....it brough dreams of >> foreign sights I never knew I'd see....little did I know that I'd wind >> up in America one day and see those badlands with my own eyes. When I >> was able to attend sixth grade (1951), I had to travel from Groedig to >> Salzburg on the train. The last traincar was reserved only for students >> because of the noise they made. The conductors never were friendly to us >> Lager-students, and it was my first introduction to being considered >> 'different'. Once, I forgot my student pass, so the conductor kicked me >> off the train and I had to walk 10 KM home...in a snowstorm. (He never >> checked for the pass on the trip to school) I never forgot that >> trainpass again..never! I saw similar discrimination in the Hauptschule >> in Austria, though a few of the teachers were empathetic. However, I was >> one of the few Auslaender (foreigners) in that school, and my heart >> always felt the pain of being considered 'second class'....not knowing >> why, other than I was not Austrian. It was somewhat subtle, a sideways >> look, a whispered comment, a mocking laugh at the meager lunch I >> brought, always being chosen last for recess play teams, my clothes >> were laughed at......quite a hurtful education that has stayed with >> me...till today, at age 77! >> On 9/2/2017 8:09 AM, Dennis Bauer via DONAUSCHWABEN-VILLAGES wrote: >> > Cuz...ok to use this in our new club newsletter? Den >> > >> > Sent from AOL Mobile Mail >> > Get the new AOL app: mail.mobile.aol.com >> > >> > On Thursday, August 31, 2017 Rose Vetter via DONAUSCHWABEN-VILLAGES < >> [email protected]> wrote: >> > I was born in Neusatz (Novi Sad) in the Batschka. I started school in >> 1942, I think it was in the fall, a time of war and political upheaval. >> In >> 1941 Hungary, as a member of the Axis powers, had reclaimed the larger >> part >> of the Batschka which they had lost to Yugoslavia after World War I. We >> were once again in Hungary without having moved! The official language >> and >> the bureaucracy became Hungarian, the street signs were changed to >> Hungarian, etc. I never forget my first days at school. Outfitted with a >> new schoolbag, a wood-framed slate, slate pencils and an abacus, I was >> quite excited about my new adventure. My mother walked me to school, and >> again on the second day. When the third day came around, I was expected >> to >> go alone, but I refused; I cried and insisted that Mom to come with me. >> When I couldn't be persuaded, my father gave me a spanking. That worked. >> From that day on, I promised myself I would behave, rather than risk >> getting a spanking again--and I didn't. As for corporal punishment by the >> teachers, that was accepted in those times. I remember that boys in >> particular bore the brunt of the teachers' anger by getting the end of >> the >> rod. Minor infractions were usually dealt with by a slap on the cheek. I >> remember getting slapped once and being so humiliated that I tried to >> hide >> the red streaks on my cheek from my parents. Those certainly were >> different >> times and we've come a long way. I grew up speaking three languages: >> German >> at home, and Serbian and Hungarian outside the home and at school. At >> that >> time the German Sütterlin or Fraktur script was still taught, but I had >> to >> switch to the Latin script once we got to Germany. Our lessons were >> mainly >> in Hungarian. I remember being able to sing the whole Hungarian anthem >> off >> by heart. When my mother, sister and I packed our bags for our flight in >> October 1944, I made sure I included my Hungarian schoolbook, which I >> kept >> for a long time. Unfortunately, once we were in Germany and I was no >> longer >> exposed to the Serbian and Hungarian languages, I forgot them in a short >> time, which I regret to this day. Unfortunately, my schooling was >> disrupted >> by the accelerating war conditions and bombing of the city, so I was not >> able to attend much school during grade 2. We lived only a block away >> from >> the Danube, right across the famous Peterwardein fortress, between the >> two >> main bridges which were the constant targets of Allied bombers. I will >> never forget being awakened by the air raid sirens in the middle of the >> night and rushing to a nearby air raid shelter. Some nights we didn't >> bother to get up, but the night our home was turned into a pile of >> rubble, >> we had been in the shelter, otherwise I would not be alive today. About a >> month later we boarded one of the last refugee trains to leave Neusatz. >> Rose On 29 August 2017 at 22:21, DVHH-L Administrator via >> DONAUSCHWABEN-VILLAGES <[email protected]> wrote: > >> Forwarding to the mailing list. > Darlene > >> > ----------------------------------------------- >> > Darlene Dimitrie > DVHH-L Email List Administrator > > On 29 August >> > 2017 >> at 15:42, Hans Kopp <[email protected]> wrote: > > > We were very >> unfortunately and had our schooling interrupted by three > > years in >> Gakowa > > A dead camp were the people were taken to die. I started >> Kindergarten at > > age 6 because in Yugoslavia children started the >> school >> at seven. Now we > > had two age groups in one class. The girl school was >> located in the nuns > > monastery wile the boys went to the boys school. >> We >> were more than 100 > boys > > in the school. The girls so what less and >> therefore it was necessary to > > take t he July ages of the boys to go >> with the girls to school. I found > > there was actually no corporal >> punishments by the nouns. > > When we were deported to Gakowa, several of >> the priest there attempted to > > hold school in the houses, but the was >> forbidden and stopped when several > > of the priests were taken out of >> the >> camp and some of them were killed > and > > became Mardirers > > When I >> came to Austria I had lost 3 years of school and had to go to > > school >> with children 3 years younger. Here in Austria we still had > corpora > > >> punishment, like putting someone over the knee or hitting on the hand > >> with > > the rulers or standind outside in front of the door. But we grew >> up to > > become successful citizen of Austria or the USA. I still visit >> my >> school > > friends in Austria. I even skied with in 2003. Since than >> several have > > passed away. Two years ago I did visit my friend I >> usually >> stay with to > > celebrate the 60 anniversary of the sports club there I >> was a founder and > > was honored with several items. I also learned the >> soccer team I > captioned > > is among the top team in the league and >> their >> youth teams have won > several > > championship in their respective >> leagues. > > > > > > Sent from my iPa > > > > > > > > > > > > > On Aug >> 28, >> 2017, at 11:12 AM, DVHH-L Administrator via > > DONAUSCHWABEN-VILLAGES < >> [email protected]> wrote: > > > > > > Hello everyone, >> > > > > > > Conversation on the list has been kind of slow lately. Guess >> everyone > is > > > busy enjoying summer! > > > > > > Was just thinking >> about the kids going back to school and wondering > about > > > school >> back >> in the old country. My mom went to school from the ages of > > > 7-12, >> for >> five grades. She repeated grade 3 because she was very sick > > that > > >> > >> year and missed a lot of school. It was a one-room schoolhouse. She > > > >> really liked watching Little House on the Prairie. The school and life > >> > >> > reminded her of home. At some point it was divided into 2 rooms, for > >> > > >> older > > > and younger kids. > > > Yes, there was someone who stuck her >> pigtails in the inkwell! They had > > > slates to do their work. One of >> her >> "friends" used to change her > answers > > > to incorrect ones so my mom >> would get in trouble. > > > My uncle has an incredible knowledge of >> European history. He told me > > that > > > because there was not a lot >> of >> books available they had to really learn > > and > > > remember what they >> had been told, which is why he still remembers all > > this. > > > > > > >> She learned Serbian, both in Latin and Cyrillic letters and German in > > >> both > > > Latin and Gothic. She also spoke a smattering of other >> languages >> > because > > > of going to two different markets each week to sell farm >> produce. She > > > really loved working at the markets. > > > She lived >> in >> Hrastovac in western Slavonia, a town of about 700-800 > > > residents. >> She >> always felt under-educated here in Canada because she > > only > > > went >> to 5 grades, but I think she was quite intelligent and knew as > much > > >> as > > > people who went through the whole elementary and secondary >> school >> > > systems. > > > Maybe not the calculus and trigonometry, but the >> languages, everyday > > > mathematics, history and geography and she >> certainly knew a lot of > > growing > > > crops and raising farm animals >> and how to fix just about anything. > Very > > > practical life skills! > >> > >> > > > > Would anyone like to share stories about school life, especially >> those > of > > > you who went to school there? When did school start? >> What >> months did > it > > > run? Did you get let out at certain times to help >> in >> the fields? What > > were > > > your teachers like? Where did they come >> from? 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