CHAPTER 4: Our new home where I was born.
I, Frederick Emil Pasche, was born in the village of Baiersberg, Germany, April 8, 1872. Our village is forty-five miles from Berlin and five miles from Kustrin on the Oder River which flows northward into the Baltic Sea. …
Our house was built with wood and clay, the roof being tiled. The trellis work, covered with grapevine …
We loved our home. My forefathers were lucky to be among those who were permitted to settle down here in the Oder Valley where the soil was exceptionally rich. …
CHAPTER 5: Our Church
… Our church was yet called a Lutheran church. But many things have happened in Germany which deeply affected the Lutheran church. Rationalism arose. … the attempt of the State to combine the Protestant denominations, chiefly the Lutheran and Reformed into one church. This movement, called "The Union", began in Prussia and then spread to other parts of Germany. …
What was to be done so that a truly Lutheran Church, unhindered by State control and freed from rationalistic unbelief, could flourish? … A call for the organization of emigrants was issued, which met with a very hearty response. More than six hundred people signified their willingness to leave home and friends and try to build up their lives, and above all, their church, on the American frontier. … these people found themselves in a new country, ready to build their homes and…their church. And what a great and wonderful church they were privileged to build; the world-famous, truly Lutheran, Missouri Synod. … This is our church, a church of which we are proud. It teaches the Word of God …
CHAPTER 6: We go to America
… Mother…remained unshaken in her faith and taught us children to pray, and she read with us from Spangenberg's Postil, a good old Lutheran sermon book with Bible pictures in it.
…Our good luck was that Mother's father had been good enough to deposit safely $400 for Mother before her marriage. And this sum was just enough to bring us to America, the land of great plenty. It was the end of November 1881, and the voyage over the Atlantic was extremely stormy.
CHAPTER 7: The land where milk and honey flows.
We came to America. It is good to be here. In the Old World many dangers threatened us. … America is the land of liberty. We feel really at home here. We are happy. We sing "America".
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