Vorwerk in Belgard was one of my absolute favorite places to visit while in Pommern. It is a small village on the outskirts of Belgard Stadt, just north of the village Ackerhof. Many of the buildings on the drive through appeared to be either renovated or new. This quiet little hamlet borders the Persante River. […]

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Having once worked there as a butcher prior to being drafted in the war, my cousin visited Schivelbein on his trip to Pommern in 1994. These are the pictures he took while there from the war memorial to St. Marienkirche, the Steintor, and city streets.

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My cousin visited the island of Rügen in 1996 and took numerous pictures of his journey. One of the places he and his wife stopped in was Vitt on the smaller island of Hiddensee. It also appears that they stopped in Wittow. There are pictures of old houses, churches, the port, Dornbusch Lighthouse, Cape Arkona […]

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The following photos were taken by my grandfather’s cousin sometime around 1994 during his visit back to Pommern. During this trip, he saw Kolberg and took numerous photos of the city, including the St. Marien Domkirche, Rathaus, Strand (beach), harbor, lighthouse, and streets. A lot has changed in Kolberg over 25 years, and the city […]

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On the way to the lapidarium in Bartin, we drove through Lustebuhr. It’s the type of village that you could miss if you’re not looking close enough as the road forks and splits off several times from the main drag. Taking a wrong turn could lead into a farmer’s field or down a narrow walking […]

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The Graf side of my family that ended up in Mayville, Wisconsin came from Kreis Cammin. Groß Stepenitz is a village on the western coast of the county, separating Cammin from Ueckermünde, Anklam, Stettin, and the island of Wollin by a channel. Groß Stepenitz is nearly impossible to miss since a large sign with a […]

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While visiting the church in Klaptow, I inquired with two of the locals about the cemetery. The older man thought I was a German and the boy tried to tell me he didn’t speak German, or “Niemicki.” I tried to tell him I was an American who was looking for “stare groby,” or the old […]

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