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The birds are starting to come out from the nest, and I have to move carefully in the woods and keep my dog on a short leash. The one above is a young fieldfare (Turdus pilaris) and it obviously wasn’t able to fly yet. He was just flapping his wings and could barely get on to this branch from the ground were he was staying. It sure was fear of danger that made him “fly”, but for me it was great to be so close. I am not a bird photographer, most of the birds I see is more like dark dots high up above me, just a small silhouette agains the sky, or some noise in the bush.

I love the fresh, green colours that are so abundant in june. I was down by the river not long before sunset, that is around 22:30. The light was filtering through the vegetation that consisted mainly of ferns. It was a green eldorado and I did some photos. When I looked at them at the computer I was shocked. Alle the greens had turned yellow. Big disappointment. It was probably related to sunset, but I tried to get my photos more green by editing them a little. I wanted them to show what I had experienced, but it did not work. The camera wanted to decide.

Parents:  ?

Born:  1841, Mecklenburg-Vorpommern, Germany (New Brandenburg???)

Baptized:  x

Married:  Frederick Trost, 29 January, 1869, in Erin, Macomb.  Witnesses:  Frederick Kalso, William Kururorzen.  Mary  lived in Warren, Michigan, when they got married.  Frederick  lived in Sterling, Macomb.  Groom:  27.  Bride:  26.  Officiant:  Hermann Simko.

Died:  16 September, 1887, Sterling, Macomb County.

Children:

Louisa Caroline Trost, 5 November, 1867/8, Sterling, Macomb, Michigan.  Died 14 March, 1936, Detroit, Michigan.  Married Henry Tilk (1869-1934) in 1896.

Frederick Trost, 22 August, 1869, Sterling, Macomb, Michigan.  Died before 1880, Sterling, Macomb, Michigan.  Never married.

Mary Trost, 19 August, 1871.  Died before 1880.  Married Mr. Zimmerman.

Charles Trost, 28 March, 1874, Macomb County, Michigan.  Died 6 February, 1928, Mayfield Township, Lapeer, Michigan.  Buried at Woodmere Cemetery, Section B, Lot 99.  Married Anna Reinke (1876-1916), in 1898.  Married Caroline (Lena) Doebler Schoenrath 4 October, 1919.

Julius Trost, 28 July, 1877, Sterling, Macomb, Michigan.  Died 2 January, 1950, Detroit, Michigan.  Married Mathilda Witt 2 May, 1903, Fraser, Macomb, Michigan.

Martha Trost, 24 December, 1881, Sterling, Macomb, Michigan

Census Records:

1870 Census:  Image 112, line 7:

Trost, Frederick, 30

Trost, Mary, 28

Trost, Elizabeth, 2

Trost, Frederick, 1

Sophia, 64  (lives with son)

Next family is Scharf who he bought the land from.

Next door:

Reinke, Frederick, 32 (Mecklenburg)

Reinke, Florilla, 30

1880 Census:  Sterling, Macomb, Michigan (listed as Frost in census)

Trost, Frederick, 40, farmer, Germany

Mary, 39, Germany

Lizzie, 12, Michigan

Mary, 8, Michigan

Charles, 6, Michigan

Julius, 2, Michigan

City Directories:

?

Notes:

?

Further Research Needed:

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Parents:  Charles Nehring, Pauline Drews/Draves

Born:  6 March, 1897

Baptized:  2 May, 1897, St. Stephen Lutheran Church, Detroit.  Sponsors:  Albert Landeck, John Ruttkofski, John Lemke, Katherine Teviska.

Confirmed:  9 April, 1911, St. Stephen Lutheran Church, Detroit.  Psalm 1:  1-2.

Married:  27 April, 1918, Linda Marie Trost, St. Stephen Lutheran Church, Detroit.  Groom:  21.  Bride:  19.  Officiant:  Lutheran Pastor W.P. Lobenstein.  Witnesses:  John Fiedler, Walter Drewas.

Died: 1 February, 1926, age 28, Detroit.  Buried  4 February, 1926, at Woodmere Cemetery, Section R, Lot 169.  Cerebral hemorrhage.  Lived at 3040 Rathbone, Detroit.

Children:

Mildred Helen Nehring.  Godfather:  William Reinke.

Census Records:

1900 Census:  Detroit, ED199 Springwells Township, Wayne, Michigan

Pauline Nehring, 35, Washerwoman, Widowed, born April 1865

Henry Nehring, 10

Clara Nehring, 7

Willie Nehring, 3

1910 Census:  Detroit, Ward 18, Wayne, Michigan

August Nahring, 45

Paulena Nahring, 44

Henry Nahring, 19

Callasa Nahring, 17

Willie Nahring, 13

Carl Nahring, 2

1920 Census:

August Nehring, 54

Paulina Nehring, 53

Carl Nehring, 12

William Nehring, 22

Linda Nehring, 20

City Directories:

1921-22 – Nehring, August, William, 8040 Rathbone, Detroit

Notes:

World War I:  4527818.  9/23/18 – 1/3/19, Air Serv. Mech. School, Aviation School, St. Paul, Minnesota.  Discharge – Camp Custer, Michigan.  Prewar occupation:  auto driver.  2222 Logan Ave., Detroit.

William drove truck for Detroit Creamery.

William and Linda lived at 2222 Logan in 1918.

William and Linda rented a house in Brightmoor between 1922 and 1926.

Further Research Needed:

x

Parents:  Charles Trost, Anna Reinke

Born:  26 January, 1899, Detroit, Michigan

Baptized:  x

Confirmed:  31 May, 1912, St. Stephen Lutheran Church, Detroit.  Matthew 28:20.

Married:

William Ludwig Otto Nehring, 27 April, 1918,  St. Stephen Lutheran Church, Detroit.  Groom:  21.  Bride:  19.  Officiant:  Lutheran Pastor W.P. Lobenstein.  Witnesses:  John Fiedler, Walter Drewas.

Frederick Wehner, Detroit, Michigan.  Fred was born  February 1877 in Germany.  Fred’s parents are August Wehner and Augusta Drews (10 February, 1859, Germany-11 May, 1931, Detroit).  His siblings are Minnie, Charles F. and Augusta.

Charles Bambulis, Detroit, Michigan

Died: 13 June, 1963, Ripon, Wisconsin

Children:

Mildred Helen Nehring.  Godfather:  William Reinke.

Census Records:

1920 Census:

August Nehring, 54

Paulina Nehring, 53

Carl Nehring, 12

William Nehring, 22

Linda Nehring, 20

1930 Census:  8054 Rathbone, Detroit, Michigan

Wehner, Fred, 53, laborer, auto factory

Wehner, Linda, 31

Nehring, Mildred, 7

Wehner, Mary, 18

1940 Census:  8054 Rathbone, Detroit, Michigan

Wehner, Fred, 63, stock unloader, auto plant

Wehner, Linda, 41

Wehner, Marie, 28

Nehring, Mildred, 17

City Directories:

x

Notes:

William and Linda lived at 2222 Logan in 1918.

Further Research Needed:

Jeg er lei av å være her. Sol og varme betyr ikke alltid lykke.

Lykke er å være med de man er glad i.

Jeg forstår fortsatt ikke hvorfor jeg må vekk hele tiden. Er det fordi jeg er redd for at dere skal såre meg igjen, eller jeg såre dere.

Hvorfor vil jeg ikke være lykkelig? Hvorfor straffer jeg meg selv; og hvorforkan jeg ikke bare si til meg selv at det er OK å være meg?

Du trenger ikke å snakke spansk flytende eller alltid være med når andre går ut.  Du trenger ikke å skamme deg over ditt opphav.

Men jeg vil så gjerne at folk skal forstå meg, akseptere meg som jeg er.

Hvorfor Silje, klarer du ikke å akseptere deg selv?

Jeg fatter ikke hvorfor jeg skal ha sånt hastverk med å leve, som om jeg kan dø neste time som kommer.

Livet er så mye mer enn hast.

Ro, jeg må finne roen.

Parents:  Sophia

Born:  11 June, 1840, Mecklenburg-Vorpommern, Germany (New Brandenburg???)

Baptized:  x

Immigration:  1857

Married:  Mary Kalso, 29 January, 1869, in Erin, Macomb.  Witnesses:  Frederick Kalso, William Kururorzen.  She was born in 1841, died 16 September, 1887, Sterling, Macomb County.  She lived in Warren, Michigan, when they got married.  He lived in Sterling, Macomb.  Mary was born in Meckenburg, Germany.  Groom:  27.  Bride:  26.  Officiant:  Hermann Simko.

Died:  15 August, 1907, Buried at Woodmere Cemetery, Section B, Lot 99

Children:

Louisa Caroline Trost, 5 November, 1867/8, Sterling, Macomb, Michigan.  Died 14 March, 1936, Detroit, Michigan.  Married Henry Tilk (1869-1934) in 17 October, 1895.  Tilks lived at 2210 Logan.

Frederick Trost, 22 August, 1869, Sterling, Macomb, Michigan.  Died before 1880, Sterling, Macomb, Michigan.  Never married.

Mary Trost, 19 August, 1871.  Died before 1880.  Married Mr. Zimmerman.

Charles Trost, 28 March, 1874, Macomb County, Michigan.  Died 6 February, 1928, Mayfield Township, Lapeer, Michigan.  Buried at Woodmere Cemetery, Section B, Lot 99.  Married Anna Reinke (1876-1916), in 1898.  Married Caroline  (Lena) Doebler Schoenrath 4 October, 1919.

Julius Trost, 28 July, 1877, Sterling, Macomb, Michigan.  Died 2 January, 1950, Detroit, Michigan.  Married Mathilda Witt 2 May, 1903, Fraser, Macomb, Michigan.

Martha Trost, 24 December, 1881, Sterling, Macomb, Michigan.  Married Emil Franz, 17 August, 1901.  Officiant:  H.A. Otto.  Witnesses:  Ida Otto, Martha Beef.

Census Records:

1870 Census:  Image 112, line 7:

Trost, Frederick, 30

Trost, Mary, 28

Trost, Elizabeth, 2

Trost, Frederick, 1

Sophia, 64  (lives with son)

Next family is Scharf who he bought the land from.

Next door:

Reinke, Frederick, 32 (Mecklenburg)

Reinke, Florilla, 30

1880 Census:  Sterling, Macomb, Michigan (listed as Frost in census)

Trost, Frederick, 40, farmer, Germany

Mary, 39, Germany

Lizzie, 12, Michigan

Mary, 8, Michigan

Charles, 6, Michigan

Julius, 2, Michigan

1900 Census:

Frederick Trost was living on Logan Street with his daughter, Lizzie (Trost) Tilk and her husband, Henry Tilk, and Julius Trost.

City Directories:

x

Notes:

Lived at 72 Logan when he died.

Found Sophia Trost born in Germany in 1809, died 18 December, 1891, in Monroe, Michigan, 82 years old, widowed.  Parents: Nicholas Grossman, Elizabeth Grossman.  (familysearch.org)

1860 Census:  Erin, Utica, Macomb, Michigan

Ferdinand Trost, 26, brick maker, Mecklenburg

Eliza, 23, Mecklenburg

Sophia, 1, Mecklenburg

1860 Census:  New Baltimore, Macomb

John Trost, 22, ash boiler, Germany

1860 Census:  Chesterfield, Macomb

John Trost, 50, Farmer, Germany

Mary, 41, Germany

Familysearch.org tree:

Fritz Hans Johann Trost, 11 June, 1840, Gross Gischow, Mecklenburg-Schwerin, Preussen, Germany.  Christening 14 June, 1840, Gross Gischow.  1856 nach Amerika ausgew.

Parents:  Friedrich Schmidt.  Sophia Dorothea Trost, 6 December, 1809, Gross Gischow.  Christening 8 December 1809, Gross Gischow.

Sophia’s parents:  Johann Hinrich Trost, 9 November, 1780, Wokrent, Mecklenburg-Schwerin, Preussen, Germany.  Died 9 November 1846, Wokrent.  Catharina Elisabeth Papenhagen, 24 December, 1775, Reinstorff, Mecklenburg-Schwerin, Preussen, Germany.  Died 25 October, 1855, Gross Gischow.

Johann Trost, Ilsabe Margaretha Ternoster, 1786, Wokrent, Mecklenburg-Schwerin, Preussen, Germany.  Died 14 March, 1845, Gross Belitz, Mecklenburg-Schwerin.

Catharina’s parents:  Hans Heinrich Papenhagen, 1749.  Maria Papenhagen.

Further Research Needed:

Find passenger list from 1857

Parents:  Frederick Trost and Maria Kalso

Born: 28 March, 1874, Macomb County, Michigan

Baptized:

Married:  Anna Reinke,  26 June, 1898, Detroit, Michigan.  Pastor C.F. Schatz.  Witnesses:  Julius Trost, Maria Reinke.

Caroline (Lena) Doebler Schoenrath, 4 October, 1919

World War I Draft Registration:  12 September, 1918 (familysearch.org)

Charles Trost, 2222 Logan Ave., Detroit, Wayne, Michigan.  Age 44.  Date of Birth:  March 28, 1874

Present Occupation:  Foreman on funeral work, Woodmere Cemetery Assoc., Detroit, Mich.

Nearest Relative:  Linda Nehring (daughter)

Height:  Tall

Build:  Medium

Blue eyes, brown hair (partial bald)

Died:  6 February, 1928, Mayfield Township, Lapeer, Michigan.  Buried at Woodmere Cemetery, Detroit, Michigan, Section B, Lot 99

Children:

Linda Marie Trost, 26 January, 1899 – 13 June, 1963, Buried at Woodmere Cemetery, Wildwood, Lot 89 (Linda Wehner Bambulis)

Walter Trost, 20 January, 1900 – 1942.   Married Mildred  (25 December, 1898 – 24 August, 1984).  Both buried at Northview Cemetery, Dearborn, Michigan

Lillian Trost, 13 September, 1901 – 18 October, 1911, Buried at Woodmere Cemetery, Section B, Lot 99.  Died of diphtheria at age 10.

Florence Trost, 16 April, 1903 – 2 January, 1967, Buried at Woodmere Cemetery, Fernwood, Lot 47 (Florence Wood Ahearn Kenim)

George Trost, 1904 – 2 October, 1905, Buried at Woodmere Cemetery, Section B, Lot 99

Census Records:

1900 Census - Springwells Township, Detroit, Michigan

Trost, Charles, age 26, iron molder

Trost, Anna, age 24

Trost, Linda, age 1

Trost, Walter, age 4/12

1910 Census - 88 Logan, Springwells Township, Detroit, Michigan

Trost, Charles, age 36, milk route

Trost, Anna, age 34

Trost, Linda, age 11

Trost, Walter, age 10

Trost, Lillian, age 8

Trost, Florence, age 7

City Directories:

1911:  88 Logan, Charles Trost (dairy); Tilk, Henry (carp.), 72 Logan

1917:  2222 Logan, Charles Trost (tmstr), 2222 Logan; Tilk, Henry, 2210 Logan

Notes:

1921 Detroit City Directory:  Tilk, Henry, 8140 Logan; Trost, Walter (driver), 8140 Logan

Pastor C.F. Schatz was the first pastor of Zion Evangelical Lutheran Church.  The society was organized August 22, 1882, by Rev. K.L. Moll.  The building is on the west side of Welch Avenue (now Military) near Michigan Avenue.  It was dedicated July 8, 1883.  Pastor Schatz started there on October 15, 1882.  (History of Detroit and Early Michigan, page 619).  The current church is at 4305 Military Avenue, Detroit, 894-7450.  http://www.ziondetroit.org/index.php?page=history

Further Research Needed:

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Parents:  Johan Jerzukowski and Anna Bauer

Born: 27 December, 1853, Laskowitz, Germany (now Laskowice, Poland)

Baptized:  ?

Married: Wilhelm Reinke, 26 October, 1873, Gross Rohdau , Germany (now Rodowo, Poland).  Wilhelm was born 23 July, 1851, in Laskowitz, Germany (now Laskowice, Poland).  His mother’s name is Eva.  He died 14 January, 1907, Detroit, Michigan.  Buried at Woodmere Cemetery, Detroit, Michigan, Section E, Block 5, #206.

Died:  22 March, 1928, Detroit, Michigan.  Buried at Woodmere Cemetery, Detroit, Michigan, Section E, Block 5, #207.

Children:

Anna Auguste Reinke, 24 February, 1876, Linken, Gross Rohdau, Germany (Now Linki, Rodowo, Poland)

Baptized: 5 March, 1876, Linken, Gross Rohdau, Germany

Married:  Charles Trost, 2 June, 1898, Detroit, Michigan.  Marriage record lists Anna’s mother as Jerzukovaske.

Children:

Linda Marie Trost, 26 January, 1899 – 13 June, 1963

Walter Trost, 20 January, 1900 – 1942

Lillian Trost, 13 September, 1901 – 18 October, 1911

Florence Trost, 16 April, 1903 – 2 January, 1967

George Trost, 1904 – 2 September, 1905

Maria Louisa Reinke, 18 March, 1878, Linken, Gross Rohdau, Germany  (Now Linki, Rodowo, Poland)

Died:  Buried at Woodmere Cemetery, Detroit, Michigan, Section E, Block 12, Grave 4.

Frederick Reinke, 6 June, 1880, Linken, Gross Rohdau, Germany  (Now Linki, Rodowo, Poland).  Baptized 20 June, 1880.  Sponsors:  Auguste Noben, Leonore Jarzakowski, Gotfried Willert

Herman Reinke, 28 October, 1882, Michigan

Died:  21 March, 1910, Detroit, Michigan.  Buried at Woodmere Cemetery, Section E, Block 14, Grave 206.

William Reinke, (Scully), 30 March, 1885, Detroit, Michigan.  Died 24 October, 1939, Veterans Hospital.

Died:  24 October, 1939, Detroit, Michigan.  Buried at Woodmere Cemetery, Westlawn, Block 22, Grave 134.

Emma Reinke, 2 February 1889, Detroit, Michigan.

Married:  Herman Otto

Children:  Elmer Otto

Died:  14 November, 1930, Detroit, Michigan

Thomas Reinke

Immigration:

Ship Hermann, Bremen-Baltimore, Arrived 19 April, 1882.  Germans to America, Volume 42, Page 192.

Wilhelm – 37 – Farmer

Maria – 36

Anna – 6

Maria – 3

Census Records:

1900 Census:  835 Livernois, Detroit, Michigan

Rankee, William, age 50, brickyard

Rankee, Mary, age 48, mother of 8, 6 living

Rankee, Herman, age 18, truckman at B.Y.

Ranke, Willie, son,  age 17, truckman at B.Y.

Rankee, Charley, son, age 13 – May 1887, at school

Mary, daughter, age 21, March 1879, laundry

Emma, daughter, age 10, Nov. 1889, at school

Annie, mother, age 75, November 1824 (Immigration 1880)

1910 Census:  Detroit, Michigan

Reinke, Mary, head, age 57, born in Germany

Mary, daughter, age 38, born in Germany, laundry

Wilhelm, son, age 25, factory

Charles, son, age 22, railroad

Emma, daughter, age 20, laundry

City Directories:

Detroit:

1882 - Jerzukowski, Eleanora, bds Wm Reinke

Reinke, Wm, shoveller Thomas Clixby’s brick yard, h nr same

1884:  ????Reinke, Wm H, cooper, bds 116 Theo J Campau???? Probably not correct Wm Reinke

1886:  Reinke, Wm, la Joseph Clixby h n s Michigan ave bet Martin and Larkins ave

1887:  Reinke, Wm, lab J H Clixby’s brickyard, h same

1891 -

1892 -

1893 – Reinke, Wm., lab.h., 835 Livernois Av.

1894 – Reinke, Wm., Lab.h., 835 Livernois Av.

1895 – Reinke, Wm., lab.h., 835 Liv. Ave.

1896 – Reinke, William, lab.h., 835 Livernois Ave.

1919 – Reinke (Mary wd. of Wilhelm, and her son William, mach. hd.), 835 Livernois.

Notes:

Anna Bauer came to America and was living with her daughter, Mary Reinke, in 1900.  From the census, she was born in November of 1824 and was 75 years old.  She immigrated in 1880 and only spoke German.

According to the 1900 census, Wilhelm and Mary had eight children, six living.  The family at 837 Livernois is Jakowsky, ???, November 1853, 46, ???, January 1854, 46,  Gustie, Emma, Carl, Minnie, Adoph, Martha, Ada, Eddie, immigrated in 1883.  Head was naturalized.  Parents, Gustie and Emma born in Germany, Carl, Minnie, Adolph, Martha, Ada, Eddie born in Michigan.

According to the 1910 census, Wilhelm and Mary had ten children, five living.

Further Research Needed:

Germans to America, Joh. Jersichowski, Immigration, 21 April 1881, New York, from Prussia, infant.  Ship Gellert, Hamburg & Havre.  Manifest ID number 00080133.  Found on familysearch.org

Parents:  Eva

Born:  23 July, 1851, Germany  (1846??)

Baptized:  ?

Married:  Maria Jerzukowski, 26 October, 1873, Gross Rohdau , Germany (now Rodowo, Poland).  Her parents are Johan Jerzukowski and Anna Bauer.  Born in Laskowitz, Germany (now Laskowice, Poland), 27 December, 1853.  Died 22 March, 1928.  Buried at Woodmere Cemetery, Section E, Block 5, #207.

Died:  14 January, 1907, Detroit, Michigan.  Buried at Woodmere Cemetery, Detroit, Michigan, Section E, Block 5, #206.

Children:

Anna Auguste Reinke, 24 February, 1876, Linken, Gross Rohdau, Germany (Now Linki, Rodowo, Poland)

Baptized: 5 March, 1876, Linken, Gross Rohdau, Germany

Married:  Charles Trost, 2 June, 1898, Detroit, Michigan

Children:

Linda Marie Trost, 26 January, 1899 – 13 June, 1963

Walter Trost, 20 January, 1900 – 1942

Lillian Trost, 13 September, 1901 – 18 October, 1911

Florence Trost, 16 April, 1903 – 2 January, 1967

George Trost, 1904 – 2 September, 1905

Maria Louisa Reinke, 18 March, 1878, Linken, Gross Rohdau, Germany  (Now Linki, Rodowo, Poland)

Died:  Buried at Woodmere Cemetery, Detroit, Michigan, Section E, Block 12, Grave 4.

Frederick Reinke, 6 June, 1880, Linken, Gross Rohdau, Germany  (Now Linki, Rodowo, Poland).  Baptized 20 June, 1880.  Sponsors:  Auguste Noben, Leonore Jarzakowski, Gotfried Willert

Died:  21 March, 1910, Detroit, Michigan.  Buried at Woodmere Cemetery, Section E, Block 14, Grave 206.

William Reinke, (Scully), 30 March, 1885, Detroit, Michigan.  Died 24 October, 1939, Veterans Hospital.

Buried at Woodmere Cemetery, Westlawn, Block 22, Grave 134.

Charles Reinke, May 1887, Detroit, Michigan.  WWI – Inducted at Detroit 24 May, 1918, age 31, 156 Dep Brig to disch, Pvt, honorably discharged 22 February, 1919, on SCD.  16 2/13 percent disabled.  On his war record, his occupation before and after the war is listed as freight house.  He entered  Camp Wheeler, Georgia, on 24 May, 1918, Private, Battery “F”, 117th Field Artillery.  Transferred to Camp Jackson, South Carolina, for discharge 24 February, 1919, demobilization.

Emma Reinke, 2 February 1889, Detroit, Michigan.

Married:  Herman Otto

Children:  Elmer Otto

Died:  14 November, 1930, Detroit, Michigan

Thomas Reinke

Immigration:

Ship Hermann, Bremen-Baltimore, Arrived 19 April, 1882.  Germans to America, Volume 42, Page 192.

Wilhelm – 37 – Farmer

Maria – 36

Anna – 6

Maria – 3

Declaration of Intent:  7 November, 1891

Naturalization:  1 October, 1896

Census Records:

1900 Census:  835 Livernois, Detroit, Michigan

Rankee, William, age 50, brickyard

Rankee, Mary, age 48, mother of 8, 6 living

Rankee, Herman, age 18, truckman at B.Y.

Ranke, Willie, son,  age 17, truckman at B.Y.

Rankee, Charley, son, age 13 – May 1887, at school

Mary, daughter, age 21, March 1879, laundry

Emma, daughter, age 10, Nov. 1889, at school

Annie, mother, age 75, November 1824 (Immigration 1880)

City Directories:

Detroit:

1882 - Jerzukowski, Eleanora, bds Wm Reinke

Reinke, Wm, shoveller Thomas Clixby’s brick yard, h nr same

1884:  ????Reinke, Wm H, cooper, bds 116 Theo J Campau???? Probably not correct Wm Reinke

1885:  Page 979.  Reinke, Wm blacksmith, Mich Car Co h e s Silver s of Mich Ave

1885:  Page 979.  Reinke, Wm, cooper, h 189 Pierce

1886:  Reinke, Wm, la Joseph Clixby h n s Michigan ave bet Martin and Larkins ave

Reinke, Frederick, lab, h ws Livernois Ave. 7 n of Michigan Av.

1887:  Reinke, Wm, lab J H Clixby’s brickyard, h same

1892 -

1893 – Reinke, Wm., lab.h., 835 Livernois Av.

1894 – Reinke, Wm., Lab.h., 835 Livernois Av.

1895 – Reinke, Wm., lab.h., 835 Liv. Ave.

1896 – Reinke, William, lab.h., 835 Livernois Ave.

Notes:

Anna Bauer came to America and was living with her daughter, Mary Reinke, in 1900.  From the census, she was born in November of 1824 and was 75 years old.  She immigrated in 1880 and only spoke German.

According to the 1900 census, Wilhelm and Mary had eight children, six living.

According to the 1910 census, Wilhelm and Mary had ten children, five living.

1930 Census:  Detroit, ED 635, SD 19, Sh 2B

Otto, Emma, 39, head

Reinke, William, 43, brother, laborer, auto ind.

Reinke, Charles, 44, brother, clerk, railroad

Otto, Elmer, 17, son. auto ind.

Further Research Needed:

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Zurzeit sind für mich vor allem die Gespräche mit ihnen wichtig. Ich bin dankbar, dass sie immer ein offenes Ohr haben und mich jederzeit unterstützen. Der Austausch mit Freundinnen, die leider auch den Tod eines Elternteils erlebt haben, ist momentan eine enorme Stütze. Hier muss ich manchmal sogar innerlich Lachen.  Da quatschen wir über Gott und die Welt, und plötzlich sprechen wir über dieses ernste Thema. Das Thema ist nicht bewusst gewählt, es hat eher damit zu tun, dass jetzt plötzlich Gespräche über die Verarbeitung eines Todes auch noch dazu gehören. Es fühlt sich schon fast wie ein ‘normales’ Gesprächsthema an. Dies mag komisch klingen, aber ich bin überzeugt, dass es genau diese Gespräche sind, die mir letztlich bei der Verarbeitung helfen. Ich sehe nun einiges klarer.

Es ist schön solch ein Freundeskreis zu haben. Danke.

Plötzlich realisierte ich, dass diese Frage auch eine ernste Komponente haben konnte. Die Frage war ernst gemeint, es war keine Floskel. Bevor ich die Frage beantwortete, hielt ich inne und fragte mich selber, ja, wie geht es Dir eigentlich? Eigentlich geht es mir ja nicht schlecht, es geht mir auch nicht gut, aber ich funktioniere. Ja, ich funktioniere.

Second term was usually the decider; it would determine whether one was going to make it through to the next grade or not. With three Fs already, I was surely heading down the highway to hell…and there was no way I was going to let myself be repeated!..I could deal with the nagging from my parents, (that was the least of my worries), but what I really cared about were the taunts I’d receive from my mates. In actual fact, I wasn’t even a dumb kid! And should never have found myself in this position to begin with. But as they say, desperate times beget desperate measures, and so suddenly, I found myself an avid fan of prep; day and night, rain or shine…I glued myself to my books…I was on a mission of redemption…

For those of you who’ve been to a boarding school yourself, you may have realised that the harder you studied, the hungrier you got, and then consequently the more you ate. Well, that’s exactly what happened to me, and to many of the other boys, and by the fifth week many of us were officially broke; no food, no money…just the dining hall…but surely, one wasn’t expected to rely on that alone!…

Soap: arguably man’s greatest gift to man. The continued survival of the human race could well be as a result of the vey existence of soap…Ever since its creation some several thousand years ago, soap has gone on to be man’s greatest friend (no disrespect to the dog)…and in Triple H, this proved to be no different… But to the boys of Trost House, soap was much more than just a hygiene enforcer!…Soap in its purest, unused form could guarantee you a hot meal anywhere within the walls of the school…

Through the years, the barter system has been a unique manifestation of the human race’s mutual interdependence; people would exchange salt for meat, tomatoes for rice…you know, that sort of thing…and they all lived happily ever… This venerable economic system, though generally distinct, had been spectacularly revived by the Boys of Trost. Though very much in existence before myself and some of my other colleagues ever stepped foot in the House, we revolutionised this system of trade and such ensured the continued existence of this particular species of secondary school boy…Soap became a catalyst of change…You could exchange it for a bowl of waakye, a ball of kenkey, you could even get yourself a bottle of coke, and some change! (Depending on the quality and quantity of the soap)…

The re-emergence of barter trade within the walls of Triple H, was always going to come with its own challenges and difficulties…for one, unlike most other mediums of exchange, soap was a perishable and non-renewable resource; which meant once it got finished, there was no way you were going to get it back, unless…well …unless you stole some, but I prefer to use the word borrowed; because the victims almost always ended up enjoying the fruits of the labour. That was how thug, as a way of life came to be reinvigorated and repackaged to include not just food items, but also soap (which was proving to be much more valuable). But it got to a time that even borrowed soap became an endangered species, and thus more creative methods were needed…and creativity was one thing the boys of Trost never lacked…For as they say …Cometh the hour, cometh the man…Kelvin was that man…

It was a Saturday morning and most of us had just woken up. On a normal Saturday morning, you would usually find most of the boys washing their clothes, but there were only about three or four of them doing that today(soap was reserved for much more useful purposes these days).

 I had woken up very hungry, but had no food, no money, and no soap. On another bed opposite me, Kelvin was just waking up too…sitting up he caught my eye and smiled… “I’m hungry”, he called out to me. I nodded, to indicate I felt the same…then he called me over and showed me a rectangular shape wrapped in newspaper. A wide grin broke on my face; that looked like soap, and soap meant food!

We wasted no time in getting to the canteen, where most of the sellers had already set up. The Waakye looked particularly tasty and we went over to the women selling it, who happened to be a teacher’s wife. Taking a bowl to serve us, she asked how much, but then Kelvin showed her the wrapped up parcel, and then nodding, she begun to heap a generous amount of the rice and beans into a bowl, collected the parcel and placed it under the table. That was that for the morning, survival ensured…and so we went back to the dorm and wasted the rest of the morning.

The weekend quickly went by and soon it was Monday again…I was seated in the far right corner together with Rockson. It was first period and we were supposed to be having Social Studies, but the teacher hadn’t shown up yet…A shadow appeared at the door and a hush fell over the class as Mr. Kokrokro( the P.E master) stepped in. He pointed straight at a fair coloured boy called Nii who sat in front of me and beckoned him forward. As he led him outside, I could make out a familiar looking package in Mr Kokoroko’s hand. We couldn’t hear what was going on between the two of them, but as I craned my neck to have a look through the window, I tried hard to hide the amusement on my face as I finally recognised the package…it was the same one Kelvin had been holding on Saturday…but what was going on? The waakye seller was Mr. Kokroko’s wife, and I forgot to mention, but barter was actually considered illegal by the school authorities…this was clearly a case of mistaken identity (Nii resembled Kelvin a bit), but I was still a bit confused; he wouldn’t give up his wife would he? So why was he here with the package? That question was soon to be answered as he opened up the package to reveal a large rectangular stone!…Cometh the hour…cometh the man…creativity at its best!                  

I had finally managed to change courses and was doing something I actually enjoyed. Economics was my favourite subject so far, I kind of liked Government too, but the teacher was as strict as they come, and you couldn’t so much as breathe in his class without risking a quick whack on the head.

Today was Thursday and classes had just ended. Together with the other boys of Trost house, I was headed to the dining hall for lunch; we were having kenkey again; we had that three times a week and I was beginning to get rather sick of it. I was sat at my table; which usually had six girls and eight boys. The boys usually loved to be on a table with so many girls; because they generally ate much less, which meant there was quite a lot left for the rest of us to share. But alas, it was quite the opposite on this table; these girls could eat! And I mean they could eat!…There was this day for instance when only six of us turned up for breakfast; two boys and four girls…that should have translated as six cups on the table for the tea right?…but there were ten. I wasn’t particularly bothered about that, because it was the bread I was interested in…But there was cause for alarm when the girl serving gave us, the boys, a loaf each, and then proceeded to two hand out two each to the other girls, and then stuffed the remaining four loaves into her bag…“Hey! What’s going on?” I voiced out in protest. She explained they were each taking a loaf back to the other girls who should have been on the table, but were stuck in class finishing an assignment…so I asked her about the ones she’d stuffed in her bag, and she claimed those were for the table head, who’d asked her to keep them for him. The table head was this tall senior, who lost his temper quite easily, and I wouldn’t have wanted to get him upset, so I dropped it there…But you wouldn’t believe what happened in the minutes after the bell sounded for the end of breakfast; the girls had already downed their own cups of the brown stuff supposedly chocolate (looked more like mud to me, and kind of tasted like it too) but then began too pour away the contents of the other cups too; down their throats…and it didn’t end there either;  as soon as they thought I’d left, they started to greedily gulp down the extra jug of chocolate and gobble down the  extra loaves they claimed were for the others!…Foodians!!!     

Exams, were just a couple of weeks away, and back in Trost house, some of the boys had come up with an innovative way of staying awake to study at night. In what originally had started as a silly prank, anyone who was found sleeping was woken up with the gentlest of nudges, and soon as his eyes opened, the perpetrator would whisper in the most annoying of manners, “start afresh”…one could hardly get any sleep these days!…but this rather harmless joke, soon began to take on a quite dangerous form; the gentle nudge graduated on to a quick rap on the back, and then belts started being used, till finally all manner of objects; slippers, hard cover books, drawing boards and even wooden clubs! Became potent weapons.

Rockson and I took this game to a whole new level; it was 2 am, and both of us were still awake sitting behind our books (not that anything was actually being absorbed into our heads). We were the only ones awake in the whole house and none of us dared to even blink; it had all started at prep; feeling extremely sleepy, I had dozed off, only to be rudely awoken by a series of quick lashes across my back…jumping up, I saw Rockson leaning over me with two drum sticks in his hand. Grinning widely, he walked away like nothing had happened. He had declared war, and both of us knew there was no turning back: You sleep at your own peril.

I was in one corner of the dorm sitting on my trunk and he was across from me in the other corner. My eyes felt heavy, but I knew I couldn’t dare shut them (for even a wink could count as sleep; and before you knew it, you could find yourself besieged with lashes)…

I needed my revenge and there was only one way I was going to get it…A few minutes later, Kelvin walked in (he’d been studying in one of the classrooms) and that was when I got my idea. I grabbed a book and headed for the door, telling Kelvin I was going to do some studying…Just as planned, Rockson overhead and I saw him steal a glance over at me as I walked out…

Behind the house, there was a cassava plantation and I went there and broke a few branches off one the plants…bending them to make sure they were not too dry, I plucked the leaves off and tested their strength on some rocks nearby…I allowed a couple more minutes to pass and then went back inside, where to my utmost delight, I found Rockson had taken the bait and was fast asleep..

What happened next might just be where the expression, “dance to the music” originated from; for as the two branches came crashing down, one after the other upon his bare back, boy did he dance!!!

And that served as the rising bell, as the whole dorm woke up to the sight of me; the victor, standing triumphantly (weapons in hand) staring down upon the vanquished enemy…This is how Napoleon must have felt at the battle of Waterloo!!!         

The “sinister name” Malombra has a long story in European culture. In 1881, Antonio Fogazzaro published the novel Malombra. As a recent article points out, the novel is “a perhaps unique example of an Italian novel of the period whose inspiration comes primarily from the English Victorian novel and the late gothic”.[1] References in other texts by Fogazzaro include authors like Horace Walpole, Ann Radcliffe, Wilkie Collins, Edgar Allan Poe and books like Jane Eyre by Charlotte Bronte. Malombra was a success and was soon translated into English and published also in the UK (1896) and the US (1907). In 1942, Mario Soldati’s movie Malombra was released (after a first adaptation in 1917, made by Carmine Gallone). In 1947, the Romanian Surrealist Group (Gherasim Luca, Gellu Naum, Paul Păun, Virgil Teodorescu, Trost) published the collective text written in French, Eloge de Malombra – Cerne de l’amour absolu (Malombra, aura of absolute love), inspired by the film – as they called it: “the involuntarily surrealist film Malombra”. The story could go on with two more Italian films called Malombra (1974, 1984), but let’s stop here and consider instead the reasons of the surrealists’ fascination with the movie.

There are no direct references within the text about why this film seemed so important for the Romanian authors – there are some hints though about their possible reasons. The title itself speaks about “amour absolu”, which leads us to Breton’s concept of ‘mad love’. The second line of the text also includes a term (“la convulsion de la beauté”) which highlights the links of the text to those of Breton.

Breton promoted himself the British gothic during those years. His most explicit text in this sense is perhaps Limites non frontières du surréalisme (Limits not frontiers of surrealism), written in 1938 and published later on also in his volume La clé des champs (1967). Challenging the validity of concepts like “socialist realism”, Breton argues here that the most important task for the art of an epoch is to express its “latent content” rather than its “manifest content”. The key to this content, says Breton, is the fantastic, because of the profound emotions that can emerge from it and that cannot be projected into the real world.[2] The genre that exemplifies this best is, continues Breton, the English novel of the late 18^th century, “le roman noir” – that is, the gothic novel. Breton exemplifies mainly through the same authors as the favourites of Fogazzaro a few decades earlier, and he also highlights the fact that many French and British authors of the 19^th century like Victor Hugo, Balzac, Baudelaire, Lautréamont, or earlier on Byron himself shared this interest.[3]

We can conclude that for Breton the gothic is important 1. because of its great potential to appeal to the deepest emotions and thus to become the foundation of a “collective myth”; 2. it deals with the unsolved problems of the past (the phantoms here get an evident psychoanalytical key of interpretation); 3. its archetypal setting within a “castle” which renders specific images and movements of characters to the confrontation with the past.

It is interesting to note also the fact that Breton contextualizes the fascination for the “marvelous” also in a historical sense, noting that authors like Rimbaud or Lautréamont adopted this specific attitude around the year 1870 – in the immediate neighbourhood of the French–German war and of the “proletarian revolution” in Paris.[4] The late thirties and the war years may seem quite similar to the situation that Breton evoked.

The terms used by the Romanian surrealists in their text also stress on some of these aspects: “the feebleness of memory”, “the future of the past”, the ruins, “determinisms, errors and origins”, remembrance and so on.

The technique of the text is based upon free association: on some scenes and settings of the film, or sometimes even on direct quotations from dialogues – that are recontextualized, of course, in the surrealist text that has elements of poetry, of rhetorical discourse, of essays, of aphorisms. The surrealist perspective shatters the narrative of the movie, and some of the scenes and dialogues gain a greater importance, even a grotesque element that emerges from a symbolic (over)interpretation of the dialogues. “Do you remember everything? Everything. I don’t remember a thing. But I know that moment had to come, Cecilia. What a world you lived in. I’m suffocating. The lake can only be seen from the left wing of the chateau.” The quotations from the dialogues are assembled here in a more or less aleatory way, or, to be more precise, as a collage of dialogues. But this shows in fact that the dialogues between Marina di Malombra and Corrado Silla in the movie are themselves absurd – their words do not meet at all, they belong to different worlds. This (the aspect of the language in some scenes of the film) is perhaps one of the reasons why Luca and his comrades called the movie “involuntarily surrealist”.

Other aspects are connected of course to the images of the film. Marina di Malombra comes in the first shots of the film to live with his uncle in a castle near a lake. It is an isolated place that can be reached only by boat, through the lake. It is here that Marina discovers a family secret from the previous generation – that Cecilia, the count’s father’s first wife, was segregated in the castle, ill-treated by her jealous husband, and consequently she died. Marina becomes obsessed with the idea that she is a reincarnation of Cecilia and that she has to take revenge just as Cecilia’s letter that she finds suggests.

The images that precede this discovery stress on the isolation (woman alone in a room, playing the piano, with the rain pouring outside) – suggesting that the most important events are those of the inner world. It is a crucial moment as far as the identification of Marina is concerned – at first, we only see her reflection in the “mirror” of the window: she will gain a new personality by the end of the scene.

“Gothic” settings of the movie must have inspired also the surrealist authors – the “haunted” room of Marina, the uncle’s library where he speaks about books as if they were human, the stormy lake, the mysterious cave in a gorge that can be accessed just by boat are such places that (as Breton pointed out) carry meanings of the past and initiate certain types of action.

The above mentioned interpretation of Fogazzaro’s novel points out that “there is no living human agency behind the events” in the plot and a strong sense of predestination can be felt.[5] It is true also in the case of the 1942 movie by Mario Soldati. The “presence of the past” is felt strongly: there is something unsolved in the air.

The surrealists do not solve the problem themselves – they just try to find more precise (and more paradoxical) names for it: “lucid hysteria”, “consciousness become foreign to itself”, “sleepy waterfall”, “somnambulism of thought”, “encounter in the present of the past”, “Malombra, mal d’ombre”.

Longer version of the text: http://www.studia.ubbcluj.ro/download/pdf/706.pdf (pages 73-78)

I think Renée Fleming is great, of course. She can at times be a little affected on stage – she’s got a very specific type of performance style. I find it more congenial in some cases than I do in others. But I thoroughly enjoyed this performance.

The Countess is the same flavor of Strauss heroine as the Marschallin. She’s witty rather than intellectual, but clearly a person of discernment. She’s tactful, gracious and while she feels strongly, she is nevertheless in control of her emotions. Fleming pulls this off masterfully. Here is the final section of the opera:

My favorite parts of this were where the volume drops and it’s softer but no less powerful, e.g. the section beginning at 09.00 or so. Or the bit right before that, between about 8.30 and 9.00 where the way the music sounds when she mentions death evokes (at least to me) bits of the Four Last Songs. Throughout, there’s a naturalness to the phrasing – I can believe that these are the Countess’s spontaneous thoughts. This is one of those clips that I find myself listening to over and over as I’m writing about it. I think I’m going to have to find another recording of this opera, perhaps with Schwarzkopf or someone else in this role, just for contrast. I never really feel like I understand a piece of music (and obviously not even then in any kind of final way) unless I’ve heard a few different versions of it. The differences in interpretation tend to bring out the nuances of the music.

Then there is Anne Sofie von Otter as Clairon. I have not seen a great many productions of Capriccio but my sense is that this role can be a scene-stealer. Von Otter doesn’t, but not because she couldn’t. I have always loved her voice, and this performance is no exception. Also, the spoken section of ‘acting’ with the Count is fantastic.

The rest of this sounds just as good. One thing that I noticed in particular was the first section when Flamand (Rainer Trost) and Olivier (Gerald Finley) are conversing (“Bezaubernd is sie heute wieder!”) was how neatly Strauss captures the rhythm and phrasing of conversation in music. And in general, these are two voices I like hearing in any context. The same goes from Franz Hawlata as La Roche, who despite being mercilessly mocked by Olivier and Flamand, makes a convincing case for opera not being about just words and music. La Roche is the one who argues not only for the importance of the director, but also for the audience and its wants, a point that is underscored with the little scene with the servants before the Mondscheinmusik. La Roche’s big moment, “Holà, ihr Streiter in Apoll!” is well worth hearing.

So. This is a very nice performance of an opera that can at times border on precious. The libretto is painfully self-aware – for example, during the discussion at one point about possible topics for the opera that the poet and composer are to write, the subject of Ariadne on Naxos comes up, and is dismissed as having been done to death already. Or the complaint that I think La Roche makes early on about how with opera ‘these days’ you can’t tell the arias from the recitatives, and it confuses people. This criticism makes less sense in the setting described in the libretto (1775) than it does for the twentieth century, which is probably what Strauss and his librettist were really speaking about. And when you get down to it, the whole ‘what part of opera is more important, words or music?’ question can verge on silly. I like complicated intellectual questions as much as the next person, but the reason one asks questions is that on some level, they can be answered and one does not yet know what the answers are. The answers don’t have to be permanent, or universal, or impervious to criticism, but one can at least make an argument in response to the question. With things like ‘words or music?’ you go into it knowing that the answer is ‘well, both – duh.’ So the conversation can very easily turn into a circle jerk.

It doesn’t, in this case. The performances are good enough and the staging is clever and interesting enough that it doesn’t. But it could.

(Next section here.)

Your short story Naughty or Nice is in the Ho Ho Horror anthology. What can readers look forward to in Naughty or Nice?

Most Christmas tales are set in the northern hemisphere but Australian readers will enjoy the familiar setting of this story. This is especially true for fellow Queenslanders who may have grown up in a typical Queenslander house with creaking floor boards and a tin roof and who, as I did, wondered how Santa Claus got into houses with no chimneys. However, the setting is secondary to the characters in this tale. The story is about a little boy who has behaved naughtily and is afraid that he might miss out on a visit from Santa. It explores character traits that are particularly relevant to children such as innocence and selfishness.

Naughty or Nice and the other stories in Ho Ho Horror are Christmas horror stories. Have you read many Christmas horror stories before, or do you think writing Naughty or Nice will entice you to read more Christmas horror stories in the future?

I haven’t read many Christmas horror stories before apart from Charles Dickens’ legendary Christmas Ghost Stories. Ho Ho Horror has definitely enticed me to read more. I think that the contrast between the love and purity that Christmas represents and the darkness of horror stories makes for entertaining and thought-provoking fiction.

You write short stories but also have a novella and a novel published. To what extent do you treat each length as having distinct structural differences, or do you treat them as much the same but just different lengths?

They are very different. Novels show the reader how a character changes –for better or for worse – as a result of a series of challenges. They enable the writer to invent a setting in detail and to link characters to each other in ways that are often subtle and complex. For me, the novella is great for adventure or mystery tales. You don’t necessarily want to go into the depth of character development or use numerous interweaving plots the way you do in a novel. The novella gives you enough length to introduce a character but gives emphasis to the plot. I like my novellas to be fast-paced and intriguing. The short story is my favourite length and the most important aspect of it is the story idea itself. You can’t develop characters and evoke the atmosphere of the setting as profoundly as you can in a longer work but you can thrust the reader into a particular moment in time and give him a nasty surprise.

What kinds of fiction do you most enjoy reading, and what are some of your recent favourite reads?

I mostly read fiction that falls into the genres of mystery, suspense and horror and tend to read more short stories and novellas than novels. I’ve been spending more time writing than reading recently but am finally working my way through “Flesh Wounds”, one of Christopher Fowler’s early short story collections. I am a big fan of his urban psychological suspense. 

What is it that draws you to writing mystery/suspense/horror, as opposed to other kinds of fiction?

That’s a difficult question to answer. I guess it’s the ability that these genres give you to get the reader thinking about what is happening in the story. I like inventing strange events and settings in which a character has to try to solve a problem or discover a secret. Sometimes I let them succeed and sometimes I don’t – maybe the former is more my mystery side and the latter my horror side.

Who is one of your favourite fictional characters from a story you have read recently, and what makes that character work so well for you as a reader?

I read Tony Richard’s “The Harvest Bride” a couple of months ago and found it very easy to imagine the main character who was a dysfunctional journalist with a mysterious past involving the Vietnam War. He suited the story well and was the perfect stereotype of a has-been journo.

If you could bring one storyteller back from the dead for a day for the sole purpose of talking to them about writing fiction, who would it be and why?

My first reaction would be Sir Arthur Conan Doyle but I think an encounter with Edgar Allan Poe would be far stranger. He was a master of the suspenseful plot and invoked chilling gothic atmospheres. I think that just being in the same room with him without even asking him any questions would provide me with plenty of inspiration.

What is next for your fiction writing?

I’m trying to get better with every page I write. The art of writing is the same as any other art – it takes time and dedication. I just want to write stories that I like and hope that people will enjoy reading them. I am going to self-publish my debut short story collection early next year (2012) and am busy planning the marketing for that at the moment. I also have one novella (that I intend to be the first in a series) about a green tea addicted private investigator of strange occurrences currently under consideration with an Australian dark fiction publisher. I have numerous short stories under consideration with magazines and anthologies and am working on more short stories. I am also slowly working on a second suspense novel.

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More on Cameron Trost and his fiction can be found at www.trostlibrary.blogspot.com and you can read a recent interview with him about writing short stories on Authors Compare at http://www.authorscompare.net/2011/12/cameron-trost-author-interview-short.html.

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Musically it’s of the highest quality; at least if you like period instruments in Mozart and I do. From the very first bars of the overture; taken at a pretty fair lick, I bounced to the spritely sound of the English Baroque Soloists. The singers are excellent. Amanda Roocroft is Fiordiligi and she manages a vocally sure but psychologically conflicted “Come scoglio” with aplomb. She also sings a really lovely “Per pietà”. Rosa Mannion is not far behind as Dorabella though, of course, she has rather fewer opportunities for display. Rainer Trost is a wonderfully lyrical Ferrando with a lbeautiful rendering of “Un’aura amorosa”. Rodney Gilfrey is a muscular, even macho, Guglielmo. Mezzo Eirian James plays Despina and is more convincing than many in that role especially in the doctor/attorney scenes. She’s the scheming maid to the life. Don Alfonso is played by baritone Claudio Nicolai and he’s much lighter voiced than is usual for the role. This fits with an interpretation that is nuanced rather than buffo. Ensemble work is consistently excellent.

Peter Mumford directed for DVD. I think this was specifically recorded for home use rather than for TV broadcast and, for the era, it’s really good. He uses some unusual camera angles but never gratuitously and we can see what we need to see to understand the production. There are a few moments of gratuitous artsiness with head shots fading to backdrop and so on but it’s not really troubling. The picture is 16:9 and good DVD quality though not on a par with true modern HD. The production was recorded in stereo but DGG have worked some digital wizardry to produce Dolby 5.1 and DTS 5.1. The DTS is pretty vivid and well balanced. The only extras are some trailers for other Gardiner Mozart recordings. The documentation includes an interesting essay by Gardiner. There are English, German, French, Italian , Spanish and Chinese subtitles.

All in all, this is well worth seeing for anyone interested in HIP versions of mozart or just looking for a solid, undistracting well played and sung version. It won’t do much for the Regie fans though.

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