Dobbertiner legends
For centuries some legends about the nunnery and the Jager See, today's Dobbertiner See and the monastery village Dobbertin have been preserved. So to the nun walled in the cloister , the underground passages in the monastery, the bells sunk in Lake Dobbertiner or the evening card games of the Dobbertiner provost as the devil's work.
The walled-in nun
It wasn't that long ago that conventual women still lived in the Dobbertin monastery. They were happy to show the visitors the monastery and explain the historical buildings. One of the special features was the very well-preserved cloister with the beautifully landscaped inner courtyard that it enclosed at the time. This courtyard was once the cemetery of the Dobbertiner nuns. And in their explanations, the conventual women also came up with a phenomenon that they themselves did not know how to interpret. Occasionally, at midnight, in the cloister, they met a nun they did not know. She seemed to float more than walk, letting her rosary slip through her fingers. She didn't avoid anyone. But she didn't look anyone in the eye and didn't answer questions. In this way the conventual women got used to the spirit, for it did not harm them. It was said that when the cloister was built, the nun was walled alive there in honor of the Savior.
The golden cradle under the monastery church
A treasure lies deep beneath the Dobbertiner monastery church . It is a golden cradle that the Wends hid when they left this place. Not a ray of light gets there, everything is in complete darkness. A staircase leads down into the vault. The entrance is walled up, so nobody knows where to find it. The treasure is guarded by a silver rooster. He scratches the eyes of anyone who dares to go down the stairs. Whoever continues on his way will also have the cradle. They also get their eyesight back, provided they find their way back into daylight.
The Dobbertiner bells
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The village of Nienhagen came into the possession of the Dobbertin nunnery at the beginning of the 13th century. Hundreds of years ago, legends were told about the Dobbertin monastery near Goldberg. This legend is about two bells that have not stood the test of time.
At the time when Christianity was spreading more and more in Mecklenburg, the monks in Dobbertin built a church and bought two bells for it. But the pagans, angry at the beautiful sound of the bells, decided to destroy them. One day a farmer from Nienhagen appeared and pretended that he had been asked by a dream to sink the Dobbertiner bells into the Nienhagen lake. So they were driven to the lake in a wagon drawn by two oxen and lowered. When, in the course of time, every danger on the part of the heathen had been removed, they wanted to get the bells out again. But all attempts to find them were in vain. On a Sunday afternoon between twelve and one o'clock you saw three bells rise from the depths to the surface and swim on the waves. This was repeated on all Sundays and public holidays at the same time. But if you wanted to approach them, they swam away quickly and after an hour sank into the depths.
All thoughts of their recovery had already been given up when two boys were tending geese on a Sunday. Then the bells rose again. The boys had just spread out their towels to eat the food they had brought with them. After the meal, they washed the towels in the water of the lake and laid them to dry on one of the bells that rocked nearby in the water. Suddenly the bells stopped and they stood quietly on the bank. The boys ran into the village of Nienhagen and reported the news. Everyone poured out. A carriage with four horses was brought from Nienhagen and the bells loaded onto it to bring them to Nienhagen. But despite their best efforts, the horses could not move the cart. An old farmer came up and asked if he could be allowed to bring the bells to Dobbertin with his two oxen. The oxen pulled the cart with ease and the bells were hung up again in the church in Dobbertin.
The argument with the Dobbertiner nuns
That was a real nuisance to the Dobbertiner nuns. Not only did they regard the Goldberg Church as their property, no, they also claimed the associated church field. The pastor had long since left it to the Goldberg farmers for a fee. Should one put up with the constant accusations of the nuns? The Goldbergers complained to the duke about the improper behavior of the Dobbertiner nuns. But there had long been a complaint from the monastery. The dispute went back and forth for a long time, because none of the parties involved could really prove their claim to ownership. Finally, they wanted to come together on the controversial parcels of land so that the ducal bailiff could pass a final judgment according to old custom. The Goldbergers knew only too well what was in store for them. The Dobbertiner nuns shouldn't get away with that easily. Two of the Goldberg councilors put on old, well-worn boots on the conscious day. They poured Goldberger earth into it beforehand. Then they walked slowly to the appointment. The warring parties were now urged by the ducal bailiff to swear that the field would belong to them. But only the Goldberg councilors could declare with a pure heart: Wi stahn up Goldbarger Ird! (We stand on Goldberger Earth).
So the Kirchenacker stayed in Goldberg.
Underground passages in the monastery
There is not just one corridor in the Dobbertiner monastery. They all lead to the Dobbertiner See and under it to the opposite bank. But where exactly they end, nobody dared to fathom. Who would want to risk their life voluntarily?
Bells sink into the lake
Lähnwitz came to the Dobbertin monastery in the middle of the 15th century. Back then it was a farming village and, as the legend tells, had its own church. However, there is a lack of news about them. It is possible that it was only built at the instigation of the nuns, because the distance to go to church in Dobbertin on Sundays would have been too great.
A church is said to have stood in the churchyard in Lähnwitz near Dobbertin. When it was destroyed, the bells came into the nearby lake. Every year on Midsummer Day at noon they emerged from the lake and stayed on the shore for an hour. Goose-herding children once hung their bread towels to dry on the bells. These were thereby burned on. When it got to one o'clock, they started humming loudly. The children became afraid, they took their handkerchiefs from the bells and ran away. But the bells went back into the lake with a bright ringing. Several years ago the lake was turned into a meadow by draining the water, but no bells were found. The field on which the church stood is still called Kapellenacker today. Some people say that the bells were sunk in the lake during wartime to protect them from theft.
The Scheidegänger at Lake Dobbertiner
The border between Dobbertin and Zidderich ran through the Dobbertiner See . In order to clearly delimit the fishing rights, a number of piles were driven from the north bank to the south bank along the Feldmark. The western end of the Dobbertiner See, that is from the row of stakes westwards, was then also called Ziddericher See. The stakes will have passed over and over again over time. Obviously there was a dispute between the neighbors, because until the row of stakes was renewed one could stand ignorant and rob the other's territory.
The carter from Krakow had a trip to Schwerin . The shortest route was via Dobbertin on the north side of Lake Dobbertiner to Zidderich. You should stay here overnight. When he came to the lake behind Dobbertin, he wanted to water his horses. Then he heard it shout: Hey, it's okay! Hey, it's okay! (Here is the limit! Here is the limit!).
The calls came closer and closer. As he looked around, he noticed a series of stakes appear in the lake. They reached to the other bank. It was too scary for him. He preferred to whip his horses and disappeared in a hurry.
The crossing of the Ziddericher lake
The Dobbertiner See was formerly called the Ziddericher See in its western area. The old Zidderich is said to have been located directly on the lake. A headland jutted far into the lake and constricted it. Such narrow places were popularly called necks . In the past, that was before the French era, strange things were said to each other about the small neck at Lake Zidderich.
The inhabitants put horse heads in the lake. Not to be seen by the uninitiated, they served the Zidderiches as a kind of pier on which they could quickly get to the Dobbin side in case of danger . Before the pursuers were around the lake, they were brought to safety. When the French invaded Zidderich, the inhabitants fled over the invisible bridge for the last time. The French tried to follow them and drowned miserably in the process.
Riders throw themselves into the water
It's uncomfortable at the western end of Lake Dobbertiner. People used to tell each other a lot of scary stories about this area. My father experienced something strange himself. One day he went fishing at the lake. Then he heard the drumming of horses' hooves, as if an army of horsemen were on their way. It was getting closer and closer, but with the best will in the world he couldn't see anything. It rushed up and plunged into the lake with full vitality. The water rushed up in huge fountains and collapsed again with a roar. Then there was complete silence around the astonished father. He never understood that and sometimes doubted himself, but that's how it should have happened.
The crow oak
Between Dobbertin and Goldberg, close to the Chaussee, there is said to have been an oak tree that people called Kreihneik . It was an old oak and big in size. The strange thing was that a huge nail was hammered through it. The tip of the nail peeked out on one side, the head could still be seen on the other side. It was said that the devil had helped a carter to get his vehicle back on the road. For this, the devil's wagoner should be proper. When the wagon was a little further away, the wagoner swore loudly. In his anger the devil threw the nail at him, which he still held in his hand. But the oak stood between the two. The nail struck so deep that even the devil couldn't pull it out again. He stayed that way until the tree fell in a storm in old age. Because nobody dared to cut it down beforehand.
A stick knocks out
A man once stole a horse in Spendin , a property to the north-east of the Dobbertin Monastery. Pursued by the henchmen, he met a shepherd and asked him to stop the horse only for a moment so that he could relieve himself. The seers came up, saw the shepherd with the horse and seized the supposed thief. They dragged him to the Syndicus, the monastery judge. Although he constantly protested his innocence, he was sentenced to death. When he was being led up to the Judgment Hill, he stuck the stick , the handstick, into the ground on the way and shouted: As true as I am innocent, this stick will certainly turn out.
Scarcely had it been executed than the oak stalk grew leaves and twigs.
The Richtberg, once with the gallows and the oak, today a natural monument , is located west of the village Spendin on the road 017 from Dobbertin in the direction of Güstrow. In the village they say: Schepereick heet dee (she means sheep oak ).
Card game is the work of the devil
The Goldberg gallows stood between Goldberg and Dobbertin facing the lake. A notorious haunted place that is still avoided by some today. On the former Galgenberg there are now three oaks that are natural monuments. One is still called Kreihneik today.
A strange thing happened here to a farmer from Dobbertin. The man's job was to drive the Dobbertiner pastor to Goldberg once a week. But the pastor did not travel on business. He had several acquaintances there with whom he met to play cards. The driver was a very superstitious person. He knew what the pastor was up to in Goldberg. In his eyes, playing cards was the work of the devil. So it had been scary to him for a long time. In time he would have liked to get rid of his job. When they drove back from Goldberg to Dobbertin again around midnight and passed the Galgenberg, the pastor stopped them. He got off the car and told the driver to wait a moment, he would be right back. With these words he disappeared into the darkness. Fear rose on the driver's neck. It took him an eternity before the pastor got back on the car. We went to Dobbertin at a gallop. The otherwise chatty pastor didn't say a word on the rest of the journey. When he got down he was pale as a sheet. The farmer didn't drive the pastor to play cards anymore.
literature
- Richard Wossidlo : Mecklenburg legends. 2 volumes, Hinstorffs Verlag, Rostock 1939.
- Karl Bartsch : Legends, fairy tales and customs from Mecklenburg. First volume: Sagen und Märchen, Vienna 1879. Reprint, Georg Olms Verlag 1978.
- Fred Beckendorff: Zidderich. A Mecklenburg village through the ages. Goldberg 1998.
- Günter Rehwagen, Hans Hentschel: Festschrift for the anniversary of the city of Goldberg 1248–1998. Schwerin 1998.
- Burghard Keuthe (ed.): Parchimer sagas, part III, Goldberg, Lübz, Plau. Parchim 1999.
- Horst Alsleben : Walk through the old Dobbertin . Hof Grabow 2002.
- Horst Alsleben: Dobbertin - a village with an old monastery. In: DER HOLZNAGEL, issue 5/2019, pp. 6–15.
swell
- Mecklenburg Yearbooks (MJB)
Individual evidence
- ^ A b c Karl Bartsch: Legends, fairy tales and customs in Mecklenburg. Vienna 1879
- ↑ decision of the district Lübz 56/14/79 July 4, 1979 ND no. 16.
Burghard Keuthe (ed.): Parchimer sagas, part III., Goldberg, Lübz, Plau. Parchim 1999.