has now become another "village-Jong" dug times in its boxes and cartons in the attic dust attaches so slow ..... Found he has ten more pictures showing our village as it once was - as there will be no more .........
recognizes Perhaps one or other older readers of the blog the pictures to part again. Remembers how the old "Walbroel Bäärthel" with its white Schürzel and - with (... so we thought as a child ..) a bacon rind polished bald head - in front of the butcher at the Kirchberg was ......
Here are the pictures of Henk Werner
to the above image, notes Werner Henk: An old postcard 1900 (Greetings from Lanne village around 1900 taken from the book "Greetings from Bad Godesberg, images from the past" of the association for home care and home history of Bad Godesberg eV)
Perhaps I can have someone a helping hand .. But this is not the future "guest house to the ferry, then to that in the sixties was the bottom of the Starßenbahnhaltestelle at the station ..?
is interesting in this picture that time there was a vintner club - a sign that this wine was grown in Lanne village. Do
only hope that it does not - was "Suure Hond Cabinet .......... Lanne
Our village was what restaurants, bars ... just "Wiertschaffte" As for anyway "inlaid" good.
today is still one of the oldest localities of the Rhine general merriment (.. with all its sometimes quite ruthless "entertainment" - I know the stories from my father ... "doers affjeschlosse - Lich card includes ussgemaach and then jinkét en rond d'r "jemüthliche corner" ..) to their traditional place for well over a hundred years ....
"country inn" - "The Grapes" - "country inn" - "For grapes "....
Any owner or tenant of this locality situated in the heart of the village, decided depending on the agronomic situation .... once there were just farmers - then wine - then only in part-time farmers (... their pennies they earned in the factories of the ring DINAS Dorff), or they were until the phylloxera them made a spanner in the works, winemaker then one of the most northern wine growing areas at all ...
Any owner or tenant of this locality situated in the heart of the village, decided depending on the agronomic situation .... once there were just farmers - then wine - then only in part-time farmers (... their pennies they earned in the factories of the ring DINAS Dorff), or they were until the phylloxera them made a spanner in the works, winemaker then one of the most northern wine growing areas at all ...
now - today, the name "Zur Traube" nothing more with the local history Vinuum to do, but is merely an indication that here - appropriate wallet there - one with a lot of luck a "Chateau Lafitte" (.. maybe slightly corked) and does not warrant the southern slope of Lyngsberg gets.
But we are now approaching the village from the time the eastern side.
to visit the fair came from the love relationship of the promontory by train ...
The Millstone Heidchen that Pützfeld and Lyngsberg in mind, aimed to the Bahnhofstrasse - later the king winter and now the Dragon Castle Road - the village from the opposite turned down every house one has the smell of freshly baked Prommetaat - to.
Even in the fifties of the last century, it was still possible, the houses that lined the route from the station to the village, to assign their owners or at least the resident.
This is already more difficult.
Today the Dragon Castle Street home to many nationalities, mentalities and religions.
If the elderly, not again come, they would rub their eyes in wonder ....
A mosque with a minaret, they knew only from the stories of a Kara Ben Nemsi.
Today, as a mosque, where the old Frömbgen his pansies and cyclamen moved in the greenhouse.
There were no Mallwitz street, not in the grassy field and among the few standing houses were still grew strawberries and still does not produce highly specialized fittings.
Man did not know any HIT, ALDI or LIDL - you bought the bread at the Merz Jean Bach sound Noder's Andre, the Sauerbraten or when the Wälbröls Bärthel Hilberath, who sold Joseph Weber's no-life milk ..... and when Möllemann Karl Heinz knew we still do not Caiprinha - there was, at best, NEN spritzers ....
(to be continued ..)
to visit the fair came from the love relationship of the promontory by train ...
The Millstone Heidchen that Pützfeld and Lyngsberg in mind, aimed to the Bahnhofstrasse - later the king winter and now the Dragon Castle Road - the village from the opposite turned down every house one has the smell of freshly baked Prommetaat - to.
Even in the fifties of the last century, it was still possible, the houses that lined the route from the station to the village, to assign their owners or at least the resident. This is already more difficult.
Today the Dragon Castle Street home to many nationalities, mentalities and religions.
If the elderly, not again come, they would rub their eyes in wonder ....
A mosque with a minaret, they knew only from the stories of a Kara Ben Nemsi.
Today, as a mosque, where the old Frömbgen his pansies and cyclamen moved in the greenhouse.
There were no Mallwitz street, not in the grassy field and among the few standing houses were still grew strawberries and still does not produce highly specialized fittings.
Man did not know any HIT, ALDI or LIDL - you bought the bread at the Merz Jean Bach sound Noder's Andre, the Sauerbraten or when the Wälbröls Bärthel Hilberath, who sold Joseph Weber's no-life milk ..... and when Möllemann Karl Heinz knew we still do not Caiprinha - there was, at best, NEN spritzers ....
(to be continued ..)
