The yard of the cemetery is rolling waves... where our ancestors rest. When Russian spades hit the bones of our people they simply keep right on digging and fling the bones to the four winds. The cemetery at Huck is littered with our bones. This was very hard to accept, especially because I have family buried there.

This summarizes what is left of Huck. We saw very few people and little activity. Most of the men were out in the fields. With Maria's departure to Germany, there are no longer Germans living in Huck to my knowledge. Russian families live in the German houses, many of which are falling down around their ears from lack of upkeep. I was filled with incredible joy at walking the streets of my Great Grandfather's birthplace. Yet the joy had to struggle to overcome the feelings of despair and sadness I felt as I witnessed the tragic hand that fate had dealt our Huck

Sue Kottwitz

THE FIRST PICTURE BELOW IS THE 1897 HUCK SCHOOL

THE SECOND PICTURE IS WHERE THE TEACHERS LIVED (BUILT IN 1910)

MARIA KOCK IS IN THE LOWER RIGHT HAND CORNER OF THE PICTURE.