Teplitz and Chemnitz, June 17, 1909

This morning early I took leave of the ladies and took the Electric to Eichwald, a pretty summer resort situated in a ravine and on a large slope with a kurhaus [spa] and baths. On the road, we passed numerous mines of brown coal and factories.

From here, I footed it through the beautiful pine wood to the R.R. station, which lies high up on the mountains, and it took me about 45 minutes to go there. But the roads are kept in such excellent order in this country that you walk as if on a sidewalk of concrete.

The wild strawberries are in bloom, and the birds are singing. The mountain air, fresh and cool, gives you a feeling of freedom and vigor so that the time passes, and you do not notice that you are walking and climbing higher and higher.

I passed a turbulent mountain brook, which, when the snow melts in the mountains, becomes a rushing stream and does much damage. To prevent this, the government steps in and sends its masons and helpers (women), the bottom of the ravine is reached and scaffolds are re-erected. A wall is built from the bottom up to the road and some feet above it to prevent accidents. This may take a year of years, “But it is done,” and there it stands good for centuries, constantly examined and repaired where necessary.

Or, from a slope above the road, the soil may be washed by the rains upon the well kept road, so the government sends its men and women, and they build little ditches and where necessary pave the entire slope with stone. In this manner, they find work for their subjects and keep their roads in good order.

From Eichwalk station, the train climbs up to Moldan and gradually descends into the valley. The view was grand. In this place, I had to open my little bundle and have it examined by the German custom house officers. We now passed through a rich farming country with its quaint old farm houses, and we reached Freiberg, a mining town, founded in 1170 on the discovery of its silver mines. It is the seat of a Mining Academy with some 500 students, among them many Americans.

Freiberg. Panoramic view.

Here, I had to change cars for Chemnitz, which I reached at 12:30. I was met by my nephew Rev. Paul Grunewald (Armine Achard’s husband). We took dinner at the hotel and afterwards walked through the city to the church where the Nord Deutschland Conference has its session.

Chemnitz is one of the largest towns in Saxony. It has more than 200,000 inhabitants and is one of the most important manufacturing towns in Germany. The staple products are stockings, gloves, wove goods and machinery. Large quantities of these are exported to the U.S.

Chemnitz of the Future.
S.M. Airship Mars. Wine for Venus Restaurant.

We passed the Rathaus in front of which stands a bronze monument of Emp. Wilhelm I and, on each side, his loyal assistants Bismark and Moltke. At the church, I found many of the old preachers who studied under Father’s direction: Eilers, Klusner, Pritzlaf, Prante, Bruns, also our nephew Junker (Hortense Achard’s husband) and Burkhardt and Anner, who was one of the delegates to the last General Conference, Kaufman, etc. Of course, they were glad to see me, and we had a regular old time chat.

I took supper with Paul at his host’s who is the Hausmeister (watchman) of a large factory. His home is at the gate of the factory, and he has to keep watch over it. At the same time, he has the cantine, i.e., the hands can buy eatibles and also drinkibles of him.

After supper, he took us to the beautiful Stadpark in which there is a Rosengarten laid out in a grand manner. We had quite a walk, and I went to the hotel ready for my bed and rest.

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