The Chai just isn't the same without the clay cups. But these packaged yogurt were the genuine article!
Clement Town is a town of Dehradun district in the state of Uttarakhand, India. It borders Rajaji National Park and is away from the crowded regions of DehradunA large Tibetan settlement and the World's Largest Stupa, of the re-established Mindroling Monastery from Tibet, is situated in Clement Town, which was inaugurated on 28 October 2002 and is surrounded by a 2-acre (8,100 m2) garden. There is also a 103 feet (31 m) high statue of Buddha is dedicated to the Dalai Lama.
My great great grandfather, Ferdinand Hahn died May 3 1910 and is buried in Camels Back Cemetery.
From the journal of his widow Doris:
"The funeral was set for 5 pm. Mr. Gass had told me earlier that only the English clergy was allowed to officiate in the cemetery; no out-of-towner. But Mr. Stoll gave a little meditation in English at the casket, on the porch where the mission Brothers and Sisters Stoll, Gass and Wiens had joined us mourners. Then began the heavy, heavy walk to the cemetery – through the city, past walkers, market people, dandies, etc. – without singing, without bells ringing – only with a heart filled with pain, on the same path which the dear Papa had so often loved to walk. Oh, I could hardly walk, and it was good that someone offered me a dandy which brought me the rest of the way. At the entrance of the cemetery, Chaplain Law, a slender man, stepped in front of the casket and guided the small procession down several slopes, reading Psalms, down to the lowest terrace of the picturesquely arranged cemetery of Mussourie. There, the four gentlemen let the casket down into the tomb, and there, our dear, dear father is now resting until the great resurrection day; resting from all his struggles, worries and works of this poor life, and sees the One in whom he has believed here and whom he has loved above all. But we mourn after him and will never, never forget him."
In 1906 two sisters (15 and 16 respectively) were so excited to be heading back to India with their parents. They'd been away for 11 years studying in Germany. It was their father who worried the most about if they would find sufficient finishing an education for them in what they called Der Reich (British Raj) that would equip them for the
mission work ahead.
Bye and bye arrangements were made to send the two young ladies, Dora and Libele, to Mussoorie to attend the newly formed Teacher Training College at Woodstock School.
Dorchien (Dora according to school records) struggled and just barely passed the Fine Arts program in December 1911. Libchein (recorded as Elizabeth at the school) passed with excellence in the Missionary Training Program in the same year.
They each worked at various posts and then joined forces teaching in Ranchi until all German citizens were required to leave India in 1915 due to World War 1.
Complete with bathing pool upon which one can adore ones own reflection while receiving a massage and delousing
"Doris" Voss went to India at age 18 from Germany. After a few years there she married Ferdinand Hahn. In 1906 Ferdinand, my great great grandfather, became ill. In 1910 they went up to Mussoorie so he would recover. She writes in her journal: " The weather was wonderfully warm and friendly, and he recovered rapidly, so that we were able to take daily long walks and enjoy thoroughly the glorious views up the mountains and down the slopes. He liked especially to walk to the cemetery where he could rest on a bench by the gate."
She continues (Maria is a fellow worker who also went to Mussoorie to recover): "When Sister Marie once said to him out of a feeling of personal weakness and in view of the many graves: “I do not know what the Lord is planning for us, whether we will find here our final resting place”, he looked at her with big eyes and said: “May the Lord prevent this, no! We are hoping to get well here in Mussourie, to be sure, and to return to our work in Purulia strengthened.” For as much as he used to talk about dying and going home, now he wanted to live and work! And no thought came to me that his end would be so near. How often did he suffer, and God had always given him new strength and health. "
My Trip to India Oct 10-Nov 7 2013
Those who know me well know how long it has been that I've dreamed of returning to India. I grew up there arriving in 1959 and leaving in 1976 (with about 5 years int the States). Most of the time I spent going toWoodstock School in the foot hill of the Hymalyas in a town called Mussoorie.
While I was somewhat curious to head "home" to see my old stomping grounds, my main purpose was to begin a journey of understanding my ancestral connections to India and to discover what India has become.
Yes, I found there are a lot of changes in India, but in truth the most remarkable thing was how "familiar" it was to me.