Dorothea Yeackel was born in 1835 in Hattern, Alsace, Germany. She was the daughter of Michael Yeackel and Barbara Strohm. According to the 1910 census listing for Dorethea, she immigrated to the US in 1849 though a letter to her granddaughter puts the date as 1847.
She married George Klumpp on December 30, 1852 in the 1st German Evangelical Lutheran Church, Lyons, NY.
On December 7, 1906, Dorothea Klumpp wrote a letter to her granddaughter Jessie Klumpp describing her memories of Christmas in her homeland. The contents of that letter read:
Dear Jessie - You would like to have me tell you something about Christmas and how they keep it in the old world. I will gladly do it for you. I shall have to travel back in my mind to the year 1840. I was then five years old, but can remembers things from that time very well. ... I left the old world, as most people call it in 1847. One would think your grandmother has by this time forgotten all about Christmas and the dear old place I use to call my home, but no, my darling granddaughter, how could I forget the dear old home where I first learned of Jesus. He was dear to me then as a little child. I was taught to love him first in my mother's arms, and in the dear old church and also in the daily school and my dear Jessie, I have never grown tired loving him yet, if I remember one thing better then others it is Christmas time and I think there is hardly any other time when the people in Germany feel more reverent. It is a feeling so joyfull and yet mingled with a sort of fear. It is all so great and on that day the church is Full of people to hear the good news of Christ's birth, and I can never forget the hymns the whole congregation joined in singing as if their heart and soul felt it was the best day of all the year. The little children too sing christmas songs. I will write you one song and I hope you will soon be able to read it and understand it.
Vers 1st: (song written in German)
Every little german child knows how to sing this beautiful Christmas song and what is best of all is there is no home too poor where the little ones are not remembered with a Christmas tree. There is not one family where there are dear little children forgotten on Christmas Eve rich or poor. There is a young lady all dressed in white, her face covered with a white vail she carries a large bag of nuts and her candys are rock candy and love sugar. It was the only kind of Candy they had in those years this young lady represented Santa Clause. She also carries a little sweet sounding bell and when the little once hear the ring of the little bell and see the beautiful Santa Claus. O what a fear and a hush and expectation. So much so, that the dear little german boys and girles are ready to sing and even to say there little prayers to show the beautiful Santa Claus. What good children they are and then this lovely Santa Clause puts her hand down in her bag and strews the floor with some of its contents and then you ought to see scrambling for the goodies of course each one wants to get as much as it can. But this beautiful Santa Claus always has an escort. He is a man all dressed in fur from head to foot and carries a long willow whip and if there is a big brother to grab up more than his share from the smaller ones he will surly get fellowship on him. Now my dear granddaughter writing there recollections made me feel homesick and o how I wish I could spend just one more Christmas in the Father land, just to see how they do now. Weedsport, Dec 7, 1906, lovingly, your grandma Klumpp.
Dorethea died March 10, 1917. She and her husband, along with three of their children share a monument in Weedsport Rural Cemetery.
She married George Klumpp on December 30, 1852 in the 1st German Evangelical Lutheran Church, Lyons, NY.
On December 7, 1906, Dorothea Klumpp wrote a letter to her granddaughter Jessie Klumpp describing her memories of Christmas in her homeland. The contents of that letter read:
Dear Jessie - You would like to have me tell you something about Christmas and how they keep it in the old world. I will gladly do it for you. I shall have to travel back in my mind to the year 1840. I was then five years old, but can remembers things from that time very well. ... I left the old world, as most people call it in 1847. One would think your grandmother has by this time forgotten all about Christmas and the dear old place I use to call my home, but no, my darling granddaughter, how could I forget the dear old home where I first learned of Jesus. He was dear to me then as a little child. I was taught to love him first in my mother's arms, and in the dear old church and also in the daily school and my dear Jessie, I have never grown tired loving him yet, if I remember one thing better then others it is Christmas time and I think there is hardly any other time when the people in Germany feel more reverent. It is a feeling so joyfull and yet mingled with a sort of fear. It is all so great and on that day the church is Full of people to hear the good news of Christ's birth, and I can never forget the hymns the whole congregation joined in singing as if their heart and soul felt it was the best day of all the year. The little children too sing christmas songs. I will write you one song and I hope you will soon be able to read it and understand it.
Vers 1st: (song written in German)
Every little german child knows how to sing this beautiful Christmas song and what is best of all is there is no home too poor where the little ones are not remembered with a Christmas tree. There is not one family where there are dear little children forgotten on Christmas Eve rich or poor. There is a young lady all dressed in white, her face covered with a white vail she carries a large bag of nuts and her candys are rock candy and love sugar. It was the only kind of Candy they had in those years this young lady represented Santa Clause. She also carries a little sweet sounding bell and when the little once hear the ring of the little bell and see the beautiful Santa Claus. O what a fear and a hush and expectation. So much so, that the dear little german boys and girles are ready to sing and even to say there little prayers to show the beautiful Santa Claus. What good children they are and then this lovely Santa Clause puts her hand down in her bag and strews the floor with some of its contents and then you ought to see scrambling for the goodies of course each one wants to get as much as it can. But this beautiful Santa Claus always has an escort. He is a man all dressed in fur from head to foot and carries a long willow whip and if there is a big brother to grab up more than his share from the smaller ones he will surly get fellowship on him. Now my dear granddaughter writing there recollections made me feel homesick and o how I wish I could spend just one more Christmas in the Father land, just to see how they do now. Weedsport, Dec 7, 1906, lovingly, your grandma Klumpp.
Dorethea died March 10, 1917. She and her husband, along with three of their children share a monument in Weedsport Rural Cemetery.
Dorothea Yeackel was born in 1835 in Hattern, Alsace, Germany. She was the daughter of Michael Yeackel and Barbara Strohm. According to the 1910 census listing for Dorethea, she immigrated to the US in 1849 though a letter to her granddaughter puts the date as 1847.
She married George Klumpp on December 30, 1852 in the 1st German Evangelical Lutheran Church, Lyons, NY.
On December 7, 1906, Dorothea Klumpp wrote a letter to her granddaughter Jessie Klumpp describing her memories of Christmas in her homeland. The contents of that letter read:
Dear Jessie - You would like to have me tell you something about Christmas and how they keep it in the old world. I will gladly do it for you. I shall have to travel back in my mind to the year 1840. I was then five years old, but can remembers things from that time very well. ... I left the old world, as most people call it in 1847. One would think your grandmother has by this time forgotten all about Christmas and the dear old place I use to call my home, but no, my darling granddaughter, how could I forget the dear old home where I first learned of Jesus. He was dear to me then as a little child. I was taught to love him first in my mother's arms, and in the dear old church and also in the daily school and my dear Jessie, I have never grown tired loving him yet, if I remember one thing better then others it is Christmas time and I think there is hardly any other time when the people in Germany feel more reverent. It is a feeling so joyfull and yet mingled with a sort of fear. It is all so great and on that day the church is Full of people to hear the good news of Christ's birth, and I can never forget the hymns the whole congregation joined in singing as if their heart and soul felt it was the best day of all the year. The little children too sing christmas songs. I will write you one song and I hope you will soon be able to read it and understand it.
Vers 1st: (song written in German)
Every little german child knows how to sing this beautiful Christmas song and what is best of all is there is no home too poor where the little ones are not remembered with a Christmas tree. There is not one family where there are dear little children forgotten on Christmas Eve rich or poor. There is a young lady all dressed in white, her face covered with a white vail she carries a large bag of nuts and her candys are rock candy and love sugar. It was the only kind of Candy they had in those years this young lady represented Santa Clause. She also carries a little sweet sounding bell and when the little once hear the ring of the little bell and see the beautiful Santa Claus. O what a fear and a hush and expectation. So much so, that the dear little german boys and girles are ready to sing and even to say there little prayers to show the beautiful Santa Claus. What good children they are and then this lovely Santa Clause puts her hand down in her bag and strews the floor with some of its contents and then you ought to see scrambling for the goodies of course each one wants to get as much as it can. But this beautiful Santa Claus always has an escort. He is a man all dressed in fur from head to foot and carries a long willow whip and if there is a big brother to grab up more than his share from the smaller ones he will surly get fellowship on him. Now my dear granddaughter writing there recollections made me feel homesick and o how I wish I could spend just one more Christmas in the Father land, just to see how they do now. Weedsport, Dec 7, 1906, lovingly, your grandma Klumpp.
Dorethea died March 10, 1917. She and her husband, along with three of their children share a monument in Weedsport Rural Cemetery.
She married George Klumpp on December 30, 1852 in the 1st German Evangelical Lutheran Church, Lyons, NY.
On December 7, 1906, Dorothea Klumpp wrote a letter to her granddaughter Jessie Klumpp describing her memories of Christmas in her homeland. The contents of that letter read:
Dear Jessie - You would like to have me tell you something about Christmas and how they keep it in the old world. I will gladly do it for you. I shall have to travel back in my mind to the year 1840. I was then five years old, but can remembers things from that time very well. ... I left the old world, as most people call it in 1847. One would think your grandmother has by this time forgotten all about Christmas and the dear old place I use to call my home, but no, my darling granddaughter, how could I forget the dear old home where I first learned of Jesus. He was dear to me then as a little child. I was taught to love him first in my mother's arms, and in the dear old church and also in the daily school and my dear Jessie, I have never grown tired loving him yet, if I remember one thing better then others it is Christmas time and I think there is hardly any other time when the people in Germany feel more reverent. It is a feeling so joyfull and yet mingled with a sort of fear. It is all so great and on that day the church is Full of people to hear the good news of Christ's birth, and I can never forget the hymns the whole congregation joined in singing as if their heart and soul felt it was the best day of all the year. The little children too sing christmas songs. I will write you one song and I hope you will soon be able to read it and understand it.
Vers 1st: (song written in German)
Every little german child knows how to sing this beautiful Christmas song and what is best of all is there is no home too poor where the little ones are not remembered with a Christmas tree. There is not one family where there are dear little children forgotten on Christmas Eve rich or poor. There is a young lady all dressed in white, her face covered with a white vail she carries a large bag of nuts and her candys are rock candy and love sugar. It was the only kind of Candy they had in those years this young lady represented Santa Clause. She also carries a little sweet sounding bell and when the little once hear the ring of the little bell and see the beautiful Santa Claus. O what a fear and a hush and expectation. So much so, that the dear little german boys and girles are ready to sing and even to say there little prayers to show the beautiful Santa Claus. What good children they are and then this lovely Santa Clause puts her hand down in her bag and strews the floor with some of its contents and then you ought to see scrambling for the goodies of course each one wants to get as much as it can. But this beautiful Santa Claus always has an escort. He is a man all dressed in fur from head to foot and carries a long willow whip and if there is a big brother to grab up more than his share from the smaller ones he will surly get fellowship on him. Now my dear granddaughter writing there recollections made me feel homesick and o how I wish I could spend just one more Christmas in the Father land, just to see how they do now. Weedsport, Dec 7, 1906, lovingly, your grandma Klumpp.
Dorethea died March 10, 1917. She and her husband, along with three of their children share a monument in Weedsport Rural Cemetery.
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