Thanks to Russell Satterthwait, a blog reader and former U.S. soldier stationed in Schweinfurt/Germany during the Cold War years, is here to share some of his memories and photos.
This is what Russell had to say:
The year of the photographs is 1965. I was wandering in the high hills between Mainberg and Schonungen with a couple of Army buddies. Like you, we were suddenly confronted by a herd of sheep, in the midst of which was a tall gaunt sheepherder attired in a slouched waterproof hat and matching shoulder to ankle oilskin slicker and shepherds crook. He murmered “Gruss Gott”, then disappeared as swiftly as he had materialized like an apparition from a nineteenth century novel.
Further along the path, I came to a stone wall with an open doorway. I stepped in and said to my buddies, “would you look at this?”. We felt we had stepped into a Grimm fairytale castle. These are the photos I took.
The sheepherder Russell refers to comes from a recent post (December 2011) about the same topic, A Shepherd tending his Flock. It is quite amazing to drive through this area of Germany and see this relic from the past.