Stuttgart, August 31, 1909

When I opened my window this morning (awakened by the singing of the orphan boys), I looked upon a lively scene. The streets were covered with hucksters (women, of course), and there was a large display of all kinds of vegetable, fruits and flowers. It was market day, and what I saw was the overflow of the large market hall which is near our hotel.


Stuttgart. Marketplace.

The cauliflower, carrots and cabbages, as well as the plums (as large as hen’s eggs), pears, grapes, and apples looked tempting, so Emily and I went down and bought some plums, carnations and golden ros [sic].

I called on Mr. Kerner, the brother of the glass salesman from Indianapolis, but he was not at home. I saw his wife, however, and she gave me some information regarding my former teachers and fellow students, the Paulus family.

Mrs. Schweikher, widow of Rev. Paul Schweikher , who was with me in the printing office at Bremen called me up by phone, and we made an appointment to meet her at 4 o’clock. We went there at that time, and I found her with her daughter who is a widow with two children, we also met her son and his bride who is a singer at the Hof Opera and a very nice young lady. We passed a very pleasant afternoon.

In the evening, Mr. Kerner called, and we had a pleasant chat together. Old Stuttgart looks good to me. It has very pretty shops and nice clean streets and, although it is the capital of Wurtenberg and the residence of the King and his family, it seems to be an easy going and quiet city.

Right near our hotel is the Equestrian statue of Kaiser Wilhelm I, all gilt, and Emily and I use the old fellow as a guide post to find our way home.


Stuttgart. Kaiser Wilhelm Monument.

But here I must stop. Another month’s passed and gone. Time flies, good bye, more in my next.

Yours, Dad


Stuttgart. Methodist Church on Sophienstrasse.

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