Rheinfall & Neuhausen, September 9, 1909

We arose early this morning and took our breakfast in one of the little cozy rooms of the hotel Schweiserhof. Afterwards, we walked down through pretty gardens and pine woods to the foot of the falls where Mama and I sat down to listen to the melody of the rushing waters while Emily walked over to the bridge above the falls.

Rushing and roaring like a true son of the mountains, the Rhein dashes its great volume of water over the hard chalky rocks which oppose its passage between the shore on which Neuhausen is situated and the opposite shore on which, perched high upon a rock, arises the mediaeval castle of Laufen.

Rheinfall.

The roar of the huge masses of water, the variety of foam distinguishing the cataracts, the overhanging color on the limpid waters, together with the luxuriant verdure of the shores, all contribute to delight us.

We watched the tourists as they were rowed to a certain spot in the center of the falls where, upon the highest rock, a small pavilion has been erected. To this, they ascended by a path protected by a railing to view the falls from above.

I am told that the river takes three leaps over the irregular rocky ledge which, next to the left bank, is 60’ high, and, if the rapids and cataracts a few hundred paces farther up are included, the total height of the falls is 100 feet.

Neuhausen.
Rheinfall.

On our way back to the hotel, I pulled some ivy from the ground with its roots, and I am trying to bring it home with me.

At 3 o’clock, the Bus called for us and took us down to the station. In half an hour, we reached Winterthur, where we were welcomed by Tante Lenchen and her youngest son, Alfred, who has passed his examination as Candidatus Inegenieur and is home on a vacation.

Winterthur.

Half an hour more, on another Railroad, and we reached Remismühle. At the depot we were met and welcomed by Maja, a nice quiet young lady, and we all went to the house where Aunt Lenchen had a surprise for us in store .

She has rented rooms on the 2d floor and set up housekeeping again after some years of wandering about from one place to another. In the hall, over the door, the words “Welcome” greeted us, surrounded by a wreath of green. Flowers in vases were in every room and, out on the balcony, flowers in pots, among them some nice carnations.

From this balcony we have a fine view of the meadows and wooded hills. A nice garden surrounds the house, and a miniature water fall gives coloring to the landscape.

It is a nice restful spot, and I trust that it will give her the much needed rest and recreation. She is tied to this spot by many recollections. Uncle Wilhelm spent the last months of his life here and passed away to a better life and lies buried in the cemetery at Turbental, a village connected with this one.

We went over to call on sister “Elise” who called the Asylum into being. It consists of a string of many pretty houses, each one surrounded by a pretty garden and, as much as I can learn about it in this short time, the sick come here to find rest and cure by prayer and faith in the Almighty physician.

We also met Brother Weckerly, the financial head of the institution, and both made a very good impression on me.

It is certainly wonderful how the institution has prospered and how the necessary funds have come to them, as they needed them, and they have certainly done a good deal of good and given new hope of life to many a despondent one.

Remismühle_6

Castle Kyburg. [Winterthur]

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