My father did not live to see the sad end of the war. ‐ We still mourn him and his wife, my mother, Ida Bing‐Ottenstein, children and grandchildren.

Nuremberg, 10 January 1928.Bertha Hirschmann.

Letter from Babette Tuchmann to Salomon Bing.

Ühlfeld, 8 March 1837.

My dear Salomon !

Will I still have a place in your heart when I have so many partners? The good sisters, yes, I do not begrudge them from the bottom of my heart that they still have a brother, and whom they have grown so fond of that it gives me great pleasure; and when I think that my choice fell on no unworthy one, all my relatives even love my good Salomon, then I do not envy the luckiest one. ‐ This time you surprised me quite pleasantly with your values, as I did not expect a letter from Madame Ohlmann; but so I had the sweet pleasure three days earlier. You can't make me any happier now than if you answer me quite soon and write quite a lot; but it would be even more blissful for me if you were to take your journey to Nuremberg via Ühlfeld, isn't it going so well with you? ‐ That I should go to Nuremberg is You don't have to be here for Purim if it's not possible for you; it's a celebration for both of us when we are together, truly, it would be cruel of you if you didn't take advantage of this wonderful opportunity: it seems to me that it's been a year since I've seen you, my dear. You may laugh that I am so careless and make such suggestions to you in your many affairs, because of me, I am just telling you my heart's opinion, and from this you can conclude again, loser, that my love has not yet grown cold, by asking me in Sister Jetten's letter to answer you that I prefer you to her; O you wicked men, it is so true, one cannot say enough assurances of love to you, and we submit to everything so patiently.

What has Philip written to you? He was very embarrassed about Scheinfeld's letter, but has already written one, but so coldly that I had to wonder, surely it will have no meaning? I am very worried about it. ‐ Philip also wrote to you about our wedding before Easter, that was another one of his plans that he thought about too quickly.

Will I be allowed to give up my plan to meet you as far as Höchstadt? It would be nice if I could see you again, my dear, I am now living in the pleasant hope that there is nothing left to wish for now but an answer as soon as possible, and that this letter may reach you as well as it leaves

Your own loving
Babette.  

Letter from Salomon Bing to his bride Babette Tuchmann

Memmelsdorf, February 6, 1837.

Dearest beloved!

Eight days I have indeed experienced quite agonisingly. My indisposition notwithstanding, I assure you that I did not know how I felt myself. ‐ I dreamt the whole way from Ühlfeld to Bamberg. ‐ In Bamberg I was already suffering from severe throat and headaches, but I kept going all the way here. For four days now, the pain was truly significant. I gave Brother Salomon a quarter of an hour's escort and pretended to be fresher than I really was. But when I got home, where I no longer had any of my loved ones around me, where I was once again completely left to myself, only then did I feel ‐ and what my heart had to suffer there, I cannot write to you. ‐ At noon I was somewhat cheered up by a letter from the Burgundians, and I set to work at my desk so as not to leave you, my dearest, in embarrassment, but I was so unwise as to mention something of my indisposition: since I know your good heart, I should not have written anything about it. ‐ By not writing I did not want to embarrass you, and by writing I did it all the more, which I regret very much. If I had not seen from your letters that you were having sad days until further news, your letter would already give me the most pleasure; for you make your feelings so warmly known to me, as well as your refuge, which you take with prayers to the Almighty, I appreciate, and your love increases my happiness. ‐

Only one sentence, dear Babette, was objected to by me, that you suggest to me that I should not take your concern for flattery. Flattery, and to speak differently from one's thoughts, I have never trusted my faithful Babette with. I would rather dwell on the previous