- Ellen Klinkel
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"A Matter of Time - Route 66 through the Lens of Change," Ellen Klinkel's first photo book, will be published by the University of Oklahoma Press on October 10. She worked on the book for a good four years with her American co-author and historian Nick Gerlich, who wrote the English-language texts for the 176 black-and-white photographs shown in the book.
"A Matter of Time", following the road from Chicago in the east to Santa Monica on the Pacific Ocean, shows both "lost" places and the upswing the legendary Route 66 is currently experiencing.
During her first journey on Route 66 in 2013, Ellen discovered her passion for photography, which she has not let go of since. In 2015, she started a German-language Route 66 blog with her husband Udo (https://route66-america.com/). In 2016 Ellen's first exhibition followed as part of the 1st European Route 66 Festival in Ofterdingen.
A German book on Route 66 is also planned.
Further information can be found on the publisher's website: https://www.oupress.com/books/15234128/a-matter-of-time; many photographs of Ellen and Udo at www.klinkel-photography.com.
The book can be pre-ordered online.
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When the rain was quietly, gently or hard drumming against the window pane, it was telling its own terrible and at the same time beautiful story.
I loved listening to him and sometimes imagined that he had told me where he had been.
We had been driving for quite a while now, through the hammering drops of a screaming creature.
Next to me sat Liam and Kyle, my two-year younger brothers, who resembled each other, but not on one of the many human traits that connected them.
At the moment they were sleeping, quietly and like little babies, leaning against each other and about to awaken from their probably wet dreams.
My mum sat in front of me trying to solve a relatively light Sudoku on her cell phone, while my dad next to her had his eyes on the street, sometimes wandering to look in the rear-view mirror to make sure everything was all right.
"Hey, guys! Wake up," Dad shouted to the back, and two brown-haired teenagers were waking up from their dream. My brothers had fallen asleep as soon as the car had started to move and had only given a few little snorers in between.
Confused, the two looked around and noticed that they were still sitting in the car and that she had disappeared a quarter of the day in her dream.
On the GPS it said that we only had ten minutes to drive until we would leave the highway.
After that there were only a few moments left until we would drive to the more rural town of Bucksville, where Grandma Thea lived and grew up.
Surprisingly Bucksville looked quite decent, the people moving on the sidewalks also looked quite normal.
I had imagined a bunch of xenophobic bourgeois under such a city, but apparently there was only the opposite.
"Welcome to Bucksville," grinned Mum, and for the first time I saw this flickering in her eyes. It was a sad but happy flicker.
What was wrong with her?
- Otto Georg Richter
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Information on Carl Leimbach can be found in the family book compiled by Otto-Georg Richter (F 9433):
Carl Ludwig Leimbach (A 81), born 18.05.1844 in Treysa, married 07.10.1869 in Schmalkalden to Ida Justine Emilie Münch, died 30.12.1905 in Hannover.
He then [...] transferred to the lower third of the grammar school in Marburg, passed the matriculation examination there in March 1862 and dedicated himself to the study of theology and philology at the university there; passed the theological faculty examination on 16.05.1866 and the so-called ecclesiastical Tentamen at the end of May; [...] was from 01.08.1869 active as a teacher at the Realgymnasium in Schmalkalden and advanced there up to the III. ordinary teacher. After he passed the exam pro fac. Docendi at the Königliche Wissenschaftlichen Prüfungsungskommission zu Marburg and acquired the dignity of the theological Licenciatur zu Erlangen on 03.02.1874, he followed a call to Hannover, where he joined Michaelis in 1874 as an ordinary teacher at the I. Realschule I.O.; in 1875 he was promoted by the Königliches Rheinischen Provinzialschul-kollegium to the I. ordentliche Lehrerstelle at the I. Realschule I.O. in Berlin by the Geheimer Oberregierungsrat Dr. Staudter.
There he taught literature and religion at several higher daughter schools and then followed a call to Goslar, where on 27.06.1877 the magistrate appointed him director of Realschule I at the suggestion of the Provinzialschulkollegium zu Hannover. Order had chosen. [...] In September 1895 he was appointed to the Provinzial-Schulrat in Silesia and confirmed as such by the Landesherrlich, his transfer to Breslau took place in October of that year; in 1900 he was transferred from Breslau to the Provinzialschulkollegium in Hannover, and in 1903 he was given the character of Privy Government Councillor.
- Dr. Ernst-Jürgen Bernbeck
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Elder family members probably remember Wilhelm Wahl (A 222, 1880-1970). He was the dominant personality of the Family Reunions after World War Second. Unforgettable how he celebrated the taking of the photo during the Family Reunions. The camera was a quadratic box, as big as an accordion and was placed carefully on a three legged support. The lens was as big as the cap of a marmalade jar. Wilhelm Wahl covered the whole apparatus with a black cloth, made sure that the front end with the lens remained uncovered, and bended his body below the cloth. One could see how he opened the shutter, a glance of daylight could be seen in the lens. Had the photo already been taken? No, Wilhelm Wahl appeared again and with a movement of his hand he ordered the assembled relatives to maintain their position without fur-ther movements. Out of a leather bag he took a rectangular plate of wood, as big as a normal sheet of paper and more or less two fingers thick, made some mysterious movements below the black cloth and fi-nally seemed to push the whole thing from the side into the box of the camera, but then he took the wooden plate out again and placed it on the floor beside the leather bag. What did he do? Oh, what looked like a wooden plate was the cover of the photosensitive glass plate, that now had found its destination within the camera. The taking of the photo could start. Wilhelm Wahl bent down the black cloth again, still called an admonition out of his hide and the box made a short noise. Now the glass plate was exposed. Wilhelm Wahl moved into an upright position, bended the black cloth, pushed the wooden table once more into the camera and pulled it out a few seconds later. Now the exposed glass plate was stored safely in it wooden cover, the negative could be fixed. This was the duty of a photo laboratory. Under giggling and laughing the front of the assembled relatives began to dissolve into smaller groups who concentrated on the further activities of the Family Reunion.