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Day 3 - Forster or Fosters

A step back in time to George Forster and Mittleaschenbach or Tears before Bedtime

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View Following in the Family Footsteps on Neileeann's travel map.

Originally I pre-loaded this page with the title Forster or Foster as some witty repartee regarding the ancestor Forster v Fosters larger. The actual title should be the sub-title "tears before bedtime".

I've always thought that day 3 would be challenging. Getting up at 2am for a 4am flight, 6 hours in the air before going straight from Frankfurt to Fulda, where we are staying and then onto Mittelashenbach where Lee-ann's GGGF George Forster originally came from.

Well the first part went well. Awoke from 13 hrs sleep and felt refreshed. After 14 hrs flying the day before, 6 hours felt like a doddle. Straight through customs and we arrived at Fulda at 12:30 and we were on a local bus to to Mittelashenbach. "All wells" cried the Beefeater!

Well Mittelashenbach was and still is a small little village. GGGF George was a shepherd at the time, but no sheep here now. Cows and canola is the go now.

In retrospect we should have jumped out of the bus, took a few pictures and stayed on the bus for the return trip back to Fulda. Alas poor Yurok I didn't know it that well.

There was supposed to been a bus back to Fulda at 17:40. So we had about 3 hours in Mittelashenbach, a place with no shops or nothing really. SO it was a long slow second half to an already big day.

As you may have guessed, the bus never arrived. So how to get out of a village with no taxis? Thankfully another bus came along and we just jumped on it. It didn't take us to where we wanted, but it got us to a bigger town where we could get a taxi.

Long story short, we got back "home" by 17:30 and headed out to dinner. Lets just say that someone, I won't name names, got a little teary and I knew I was in trouble. I guess we were both two tired little tigers by that stage.

Reflections on Mittelashenbach. It is hard to know what would have been going through GGGF George's head in 1855. I don't know if there were any major disturbances going on in this area that would have hasten his departure. I did find a newspaper article where another (assumed relative) Forster sought permission from the "Landlord" for permission to travel to Queensland. So the yoke of feudalism was still in existence. Who knows, he may have just been sitting up on those hilltops with the sheep and thought "bugger it - I am going to Queensland - beautiful one day - perfect the next.

Village life was quite. The slow hum of agricultural life. Cows being feed ad milked. Thrasher machines being driven up the road. Horses being groomed for rides. The small gardens being tendered. The constant songs of birds (including the cookoo bird mocking us) drifted across the village and the sounds of the babbling brook as it traverses its way through this small village.

Well GGGF George. We came, but didn't conqur, but at least we know a little bit more of your life.

I must say that Fulda turned out to be a much more interesting town that what I thought it to be. Lots and lots of impressive buildings, churches and gardens. Will need to look up it's history upon my return.

Posted by Neileeann 01:27 Archived in Germany

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just so that you know i am paying attention Fulda was founded in 744 with a population of 65,036 + 2 (while you were there). Famous for St.Boniface who founded the Benedictine Monastry there. The Monastry later served as a base from which missionaries would accompany the army during its political and military campaign to conquer and convert the pagans saxons. St.B's claim to fame was that he established the first organised Christiantiy in many parts of Germany. His remains are fittingly housed in the monastry church. BTW If you are in the local St. Vinnies store, look out for any porcelian that was produced in the town during the 1764-1789 period. It is rare and highly prized. Fulda was also a town much used by Napoleon on his invasion route, and then again during the Cold War when 3,000 Yanks were stationed there until 1993. The city's attractions are a LOT of Cathederals and medieval buildings, think narrow lanes instead of wide avenues. Little shops and bespoke crafts. - Sounds charming, hope you enjoyed it. !!!

by Kathryn

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