Dehra Dun Station
I did pity the poor coolie who had to carry my suitcase!
chai garam
The Chai just isn't the same without the clay cups. But these packaged yogurt were the genuine article!
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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.                pakora stop   the lone hill no longer has the lone tree   namaskar Rahul ji       this alley shows up in my dreams as a path that i never went on before now. Now that I think of it these two men look very familiar ...I must have known their father    plumbing in the hills  kumar vinod antiques also known as top shop  making tops still     My great great grandfather, Ferdinand Hahn died May 3 1910 and is buried in Camels Back Cemetery.  his grave in 1910  i was unable to find the grave but discovered a beautiful view from where the grave site might be 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."    Prem Singh, the watchman assures me he will keep looking. my allergies flared up so i had to call it quits  most graves are covered in moss or have lost all markings. i worked with the watchman to uncover about 12 graves to no avail.  possible path they took to the cemetary  lovely view in the way to cemetary  where they stayed at Himalaya Hotel   then  now    plot 7: i was told that was the number before i saw this map so Prem Singh promised to keep looking The first day that I felt was really like an October day that I remember      Chullo lets go  school teaching dance  sweets  mechanic shop   dhood walla : milk man  watch repair   perfect day to air out the clothes    cricket in the middle of the road   #1 no no....i gave these kids some money to take their picture. One should then be prepared to give them each the same amount. One didn't like that he got only 1 rupee and another didn't know what to do with 2 Euros! The older one hopefully will know how to divide the 10 rupees among them.   Mutton Shop  with all essentials to cook meat  mochi and boy playing with magnifying glass  monkey hanging out with the mochi  ready made shoes  sabbzhi walla   same visitation window at the hospital where my brothers snuck peanuts to my sister when she had mumps  shale wall   kyah hai?   we like to take the path less traveled  arey! rasta kaha hai?    the mighty oak!  this spot made me dizzy  zig zag path is well kept up to WS property marker then its more like how it use to be  moss on the stone  Zig Zag house  one of the hillside's bhotias 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.
 snows covered in clouds...this was a regular view for most of my life  where my home use to be  the very same old hollow tree we use to play in as a child  Curious if anyone remembers this Muslim shrine that surrounds this old tree near Kellogg (next to old jail)? I remember the electric wires.  language school       Complete with bathing pool upon which one can adore ones own reflection while receiving a massage and delousing  endless entertainment for us but we wonder about the water supply to the people living in that house  the Eye Brow are two paths that go out from above the school in two directions, relatively flat but winding along the mountain. And very narrow. The railing is new  Edgehill  Council Rock where we stayed for 3 months while my father was the Doctor at Landour Community Hospital. The stone walls have been whitewashed  there use to be a steep foot path going down the hill near CR that is completely over grown  Community Center. Aunt Dorothy use to have a community library in the right door and we use to have dances in the upstairs  use to be Singh's and Skillman' houses   my right toe started hurting from all this down hill walking, do since this path was well paved i walked a bit without my shoe   cutting weeds  monsoon always creates landslides "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. "   found this old picture, likely late 1800, from Mussoorie Medley, still looks much the same |
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