Thursday, 27 March 2014

Die Hutterer


(This article was first published in the March 2014 edition of the Deutsche Rundschau.)

Die Hutterer sind eine christliche Glaubensgemeinschaft , die auch Gűtergemeinschaft pflegt – wie es von der apostolischen Urgemeinde vorgelebt wurde: Alle aber, die gläubig waren geworden, waren beieinander und hielten alle Dinge gemein. Ihre Güter und Habe verkauften sie und teilten sie aus unter alle, nach dem jedermann not war. Apostelgeschichte 2, 44 - 45.

Zudem glauben die Hutterer, dass man brűderliche Liebe in der Gemeinde am Besten pflegen und leben kann: Dabei wird jedermann erkennen, daß ihr meine Jünger seid, so ihr Liebe untereinander habt. Johannes 13, 35

            Ursprünglich aus Deutschland und Ősterreich stammend, leben die Hutterer seit 1874 in den Vereinigten Staaten und seit 1918 in Kanada. Wegen Verfolgung flohen sie von einem europäischen Land zum anderen  – von Deutschland und Ősterreich nach Tschechien, Ungarn, Rumänien und schlieβlich nach Russland. Nach hundert Jahren in Russland, verliessen sie auch dieses Land, da die damalige Regierung gebot, dass in allen Schulen Russisch unterrichtet werden sollte. Ausserdem wurde es ihnen auch nicht mehr erlaubt, aus Gewissensgründen den Kriegsdienst abzulehnen. 

Also wanderten die Hutterer in die Vereinigten Staaten aus, wo man sie einlud in dem Dakota Territory zu siedeln. So konnten sie sich auf der Präirie - die der russischen Steppe ja so ähnlich ist - ein neues Zuhause schaffen. Nach dem ersten Weltkrieg, wo es den Hutterern in den Vereinigten Staaten nicht gut ging, beschlossen sie, nach Kanada auszuwandern. Später zogen manche Hutterer wieder in die USA zurűck.

            Jede Hutterer Gemeinde hat ihre eigene Schule,  wo u. a. Deutsch und Englisch unterrichtet wird. Viele Gemeinden haben eigene ausgebildete LehrerInnen, aber in manchen Kolonien werden die Kinder von nicht- hutterischen Lehrkräften unterrichtet. 

            Die alltägliche Sprache der Hutterer, die sie Hutterisch nennen, ist eigentlich ein Dialekt aus Ősterreich. Wenn fünfjährige Kinder mit der Schule anfangen, können sie nur dieses Kärtnerdeutsch. 

Heute leben ungefähr 45,000 Hutterer in etwa 450 Kolonien in den Vereingten Staaten: Nord Dakota, Süd Dakota, Minnesota, Washington, Montana und Oregon; in Kanada: Manitoba, Saskatchewan, Alberta und British Kolumbien. Eine Hutterer Gemeinde sieht  wie ein riesig groβer Bauernhof aus. Die Männer sind mit Landwirtschaft und in den verschiedenenen Ställen beschäftigt – sie züchten Kűhe, Schweine, Hühner, Truthühner und Gänse. Manche Kolonien betreiben andere Industrien sowie Schreinerei-Werkstätten, Ventilation- und Fensterfabriken. Dazu werden verschiedene Gegenstände hergestellt, wie Stűhle und eine Vielfalt an Eisenwaren.

Die Frauen sind in der Gemeindekűche, in der Schule als Lehrerinnen, beim Kinderpflegen und im Haushalt tätig. Neuerdings wurden in Manitoba vier Krankenschwestern ausgebildet. Im Sommer gibt es im Geműse- und Obstgarten und mit Einkochen viel zu tun. Sie sind ausgezeichnete Handarbeiterinnen: Nähen, Stricken, Häkeln, Sticken und Steppen u. a.


Schloss Taufers, Sűd Tirol, wo Hans Krael gefangen lag.
Vor kurzem hatte ich eine besonders schöne Gelegenheit eine europäische Reise anzutreten. Als eine Kollegin und ich ein Stipendium gewannen, entschieden wir,  vor dem Beginn des Kurses, zusammen mit drei anderen Hutterern die Spuren unsrer Vorfahren zu folgen.  Diese brachten uns in die Schweiz, Ősterreich, Sűd Tirol, die Slovakai, die Tschechische Republik und Deutschland. Manche von diesen historischen Orten, wie Veľké Leváre in der Slovakei,  waren vor vielen Jahren Hutterergemeinden. An vielen Orten, wie  z.B.  auch Rattenberg, in Tirol, wurden sie traurigerweise wegen ihres Glaubens unbarmherzig gefoltert und hingerichtet.   Das Große Geschichtbuch der Hutterischen Brüder,  berichtet dass im Jahr 1528,  ‘An diesem Ort bis in die 70 Personen mit ihrem Blut gezeugt haben.' 


Also kam ich nach Kanada zurűck mit einem Gefűhl von tiefster Dankbarkeit. Unsere Vorväter, stark im Glauben,  litten und kämpften fűr die Wahrheit, obwohl sie wussten, dass es ihnen ihr Leben kosten könnte. Wir hingegen, leben in Ländern mit Religionsfreiheit, wo wir ein ungestörtes, ruhiges Leben geniessen. Ob unser Glauben heute auch so kräftig wirkt wie damals bei unseren Vorfahren?

Tuesday, 25 March 2014

Snapshot Muse #13 - The Old Cow Man






Come a-ti yi youpy youpy yea youpy yea
Come a-ti yi youpy youpy yea
It's bacon and beans most every day,
I'd just as soon be eating prairie hay...

 It's Cowboy Day at our school today. It's actually become sort of like a tradition, where we'll have five fun days, during the week prior to spring break. Now our students will not let us forget, much as the teachers sometimes would like to. The students choose what fun thing will be done each day - well, we do have to make sure they don't go too wild. From past experience we know it can get a touch out of hand. For the most part, though, it's usually a lot of fun for everybody. Today we had Dora from Fairholme here as a sub. She must have thought she took a wrong turn somewhere and ended up on a ranch. (:

Here's what our week will look like:

Monday - Bring-a-stuffed-animal-Day
Tuesday - Cowboy, or Wild West Day, as some prefer to call it
Wednesday - Funny-Day (wearing something funny)
Thursday - Twins Day (two friends or siblings dress alike)
Friday - Wear-Something-You've-Never-Worn-Before-Day

Of all our cowgirls and cowboys, I think our Kindergartners were the cutest!

Of course, this post needs a cowboy song: The Old Cow man - Don Edwards

Thursday, 20 March 2014

Snapshot Muse #12 - Joy is Like the Rain


As much as I love winter, with it's brilliant whiteness, blustery days and yes, even the extreme cold - I'm ready for vivid colours, spring showers, balmy days and going barefoot! Today marks the first day of spring and my hope springs new, that warmer days are not too far away. We'll try not to think about that -20 forecast for Sunday. Let's all post spring/summer pictures, for apparently today is also International Day of Happiness - so yes, spread some joy - lots of it - everywhere!

Speaking of joy, here is one of my favourite songs from the Medical Mission Sisters. I learned this one, along with many of this group's other songs, in school many years ago. Mr. Patrick Moore was our teacher at the time. He was the last non-Hutterite teacher to live on the colony while teaching here. After school he worked in the barns. His wife, Sandy, even had a cook week and took part in all other work the women did. Coming to think of it, Pat celebrated a birthday on St. Patrick's Day. (I hope you had a very special day, Pat! Thank you for introducing me to the Medical Mission Sisters!)

 I always remember it, because my dad's birthday is on the 18th. For quite a few years now, dad has been celebrating his birthday in heaven and we here are content with all our precious memories of him.



Monday, 17 March 2014

Snapshot Muse #11 - God Put a Rainbow in the Clouds for Me



 One day last summer, God painted the most glorious rainbow my eyes had ever seen! I scrambled for my camera in the hopes of saving this grandeur, but alas, my humble camera could not even come close to capturing what it really looked like. The colours were so vivid and as you can see it stretched clear across the sky. You could actually see it touch the ground in front of a row of trees. Here is my humble attempts at freezing this magnificent moment.

Yesterday as bus load of us were on the road to another colony to watch their young people perform a play, we were caught in a blizzard, which caused white out conditions at times - not pleasant at all. More like Les Misérables, which is the title of the drama we were to take in.  It's the story of Jean Valjean, an ex-convict who, inspired by a kindly bishop, decides to turn his life around. He eventually becomes mayor of a town in France and owner of a factory. However, he is always uneasy about being recaptured by police inspector, Javert who is ruthless in hunting down law-breakers, believing they cannot change for the better. One of his factory workers, Fantine, blames him for her being cast into a life of prostitution. When she dies, he feels responsible and agrees to take care of her only daughter, Cosette. However, he must first escape Javert. Later, when Cosette is grown, they are swept up in the political turmoil in France, which leads to the June Rebellion of France. It's a story of how love, kindness and forgiveness has eternal value, as opposed to hate and anger which lead to doom.

Enjoying this superbly acted play, was like the calm after the storm - a rainbow of sorts. Soon after the show began, the storm we traveled through was all but forgotten, as Victor Hugo and a group a fine actors transported us to France to get a glimpse of French history. Thanks to all who were involved in this production - you did an amazing job!

I was reminded of a song by the Harmony Quartet, God Put a Rainbow in the Clouds for Me
 


God put a Rainbow in the Clouds for me


May God give you...
for every storm a rainbow,
for every tear a smile,
for every problem life sends, a faithful friend to share,
for every sigh a sweet song and an answer for each prayer.
Irish Blessing

Wednesday, 12 March 2014

Snapshot Muse #10 - Eastern Sky in Bloom


And God painted another masterpiece! Walking to school in the morning and seeing a splendid sunrise makes my day! I always see it as God saying "Good Morning" in a magnificent way. This one from a few days ago, was unlike any sunrise I'd ever seen before - the golden arch stretch clear across our colony diagonally. Very striking! Immediately I thought of the song, Eastern Sky in Bloom and knew this is going to be my next Snapshot Muse. This song was written by Butch Wipf, a Hutterite who resides here in Manitoba.

Unfortunately I don't have an audio or video of this beautiful song, but here is the second stanza and refrain:

When the winds of trials blow, and the evening shadows show,
Lord protect this sacred flame, keep it burning just the same.
When we see the darkened west, help us see that it's at rest.
As the eastern eyelids rise, oh, what hope that signifies!

As the eastern sky in bloom greets the dawn of every morn,
May our hearts each day anew, magnify Your holy Name!
Lord we've said it o'er and o'er, we just want to know You more!
Please accept the words we say, as we praise You every day!

Monday, 3 March 2014

Snapshot Muse # 9 - I Come to the Garden Alone



Meet my beautiful Bougainvillea, by far the loveliest flower in our yard last summer! (Yes, as much as I love winter, I'm longing to see flowers.) This plant blessed us with blooms all summer long and well into fall, when I took it inside, before the first frost could hurt it. It continued to bloom for a few weeks, then stopped, which seemed natural to me. For another month it stayed nice and green, but then lost all its leaves - this worried me somewhat and I wondered if I should have cut it back right after it stopped blooming. Too late to lament that fact. After it lost all its leaves I finally cut it back till only four inches of the branches were left and watered it about once a week to keep the roots moist.

I longingly watch it for some sign of life, which is still not evident. I keep telling myself, once our brutally cold days leave us for milder temperatures, things will change, and that I really didn't kill it somehow. Only time will tell, I suppose.

I love it, when a certain song comes to mind, as I start working on my Snapshot Muse post, which doesn't always happen. This time though it did. I Come to the Garden Alone is that song and I found a beautiful version sung by Anne Murray. I'm always fascinated with the stories behind the songs. This one was written by C. Austin Miles in 1912. To read what inspired him to write this beautiful song, click here.