Parfümerie Greiß, 71083
Herrenberg
»Die Rührung macht den Vers, und nicht gezählte Töne.
Bald aber spricht ein Greiß, von dessen grauen Haaren
Sein angenehm Gespräch ein neu Gewichte nimmt.
Die Vorwelt sah ihn schon; die Last von hundert Jahren
Hat seinen Geist gestärkt und nur den Leib gekrümmt.
Er ist ein Beyspiel noch von unsern Helden-Ahnen,
In deren Hand der Blitz und Gott im Herzen war:
Er malt die Schlachten ab, zählt die ersiegten Fahnen,
Umschanzt der Feinde Wall und nennet jede Schaar.
Die Jugend hört erstaunt und zeigt in den Gebärden
Die edle Ungeduld, noch löblicher zu werden.«
Aus: Albrecht von Haller, Die Alpen (Versuch Schweizerischer Gedichte, 1729);
zitiert nach: http://www.fh-augsburg.de/~harsch/germanica/Chronologie/18Jh/Haller/hal_v04.html.
An die phonetischen Namensvetter und -basen Greiß, Greiss, Greisz, Greihs und Greis
http://www.greiss-nordseeferien.de/
(Ferienwohnungen Walburga und Günter Greiss, 26969
Butjadingen-Ruhwarden)
Greiss Pudding
Posted by Jenny Pringle on December 30, 19101 at 00:10:36:
does any one know how to make greiss pudding.
Parfümerie Greiß, 71083
Herrenberg
Geschichte der württembergischen Familie Cuhorst
Christian Friedrich Cuhorst
Geboren 21. Jan. 1675. Stadtschreiber in Böblingen, Notar daselbst. Gestorben Böblingen 7. Mai 1731.
¥ Böblingen 25. p. Trin. 1699 Sophia Dorothea Greiß, geb. 1683 als Tochter von Johann Georg Greiß, Stadtschreiber in Dornstetten (OA Freudenstadt) und Agnes Christine geb. Sattler. Gestorben in Böblingen 28. Sept. 1730.
http://www.genealogy-stipp.de/
Philipp Balthasaar Greiss wurde am 3. Mai 1604 geboren. Er
heiratete Katharina Greiss Schmaltz am 28. Januar 1625/1626 in
Gelnhausen.
Katharina Greiss Schmaltz wurde ungefähr 1606 geboren. Sie
starb am 9. Juni 1662 in Wetzlar. Sie heiratete Philipp Balthasaar
Greiss am 28. Januar 1625/1626 in Gelnhausen.
http://members.aol.com/crewhella/
Following the dwarf wizard's example, Cray picked up some pebbles
as well and sent them arcing over the water one after the other.
"He must've changed his mind later on," the warrior hypothesized,
"or they wouldn't have sent Greiss to you."
Both men turned to watch the second dwarf, whose snoring could
easily be heard where they were sitting by the river. Cray knew
from experience that appearances could be very deceiving, but he
doubted that the grumpy Greiss could fake such a rumbling sound
well enough to fool him.
Smiling at his nephew's ability to relax in even the most dangerous
situations, Virr scratched at something in his beard and continued
his story. "I doubt my father even knows Greiss is here." he
grunted, "My brother probably didn't tell him - although he doesn't
agree with the old man very often either. Greiss' father is the
only one of my family who speaks to me these days, but he's
carefull to make sure nobody else knows about it. As long as
there's even the slightest possibility that he could take our
father's place as chieftan, he'll make sure to present himself as
the most loyal of sons you could imagine. Greiss had shamed him a
couple of times in the past, so sending him away to mature a bit
was the logical thing to do. Unlike me, my nephew will be allowed
to return to our mountain in a few decades."
Surprised that a dwarf, any dwarf, had agreed to tell a human as
much about himself as Virr had just done, Cray wondered if he dared
to push his companion even further. Rubbing his hands together to
rid them of the dust from the pebbles, he bet on the assumption
that Virr's estimate of the dangers ahead had convinced him to
trust the human. "Why magic ?" he finally whispered, unsure whether
the other had heard him or not. "Hard to say." the dwarf shrugged,
which actually made his short upper body look quite funny. "I
remember accompanying my father on an inspection through the mines,
and how it felt when I held a power crystal for the very first
time. When I talked to my brothers about it later, none of them had
felt anything like it, which convinced me that I was special. As
the years passed, however, I became drawn to the crystals more and
more often. In my heart, there was no doubt that the magic was
calling to me, and that I would have to follow its call." "Seems
you were right in doing so." Cray concluded, "The wizards took you
in as an apprentice, and clearly believed in you enough to teach
you all they knew."
The look in Virr's eyes as he turned his head towards the warrior,
made it clear he didn't know if Cray was mocking him or not. The
young human quickly understood what a mistake he'd just made, and
answered his friend with a very convincing look of surprise and
guilt - disarming the potentially hazardous moment in the nick of
time. "Polite they were," the dwarf hissed, but apparantly more at
the men he was thinking about than at Cray, "but I always got the
feeling they saw me as some sort of grand experiment. Judging by
their reactions when I got something right, they never expected me
to amount to anything, and probably only agreed to have me in order
to prove dwarves aren't fit to be wizards." "Which is why you left
?" Cray assumed. Behind him, the warrior heard the other dwarf rise
from his bedroll, or at least guessed that was the essence of all
the grunting and cursing. Tabrah would warn him if anything else
happened, he knew, and thus chose to keep his attention focussed on
Virr. "It is." the green-clad sorcerer nodded, "Maybe not
everything they did or said was meant as a sign of their
disapproval, but that was how it felt to me. I was starting to see
or hear an accusation in every word, and even retaliated a couple
of times too - which must've convinced my teachers they'd been
right about me all along. After I'd left, I never expected to hear
from any of them ever again. That is, untill the Lord Orolan
contacted me and asked to help you."
Both men kept silent for a few minutes, reflecting on the things
Virr'd just said. To the East, the sun was slowly rising over the
Burrief Mountains, and added to the red glow that already coloured
the sky to the West. Eyes wide, both companions immediately looked
at eachother and saw that they'd come to the same sudden
realisation. Cray got to his feet first and stormed back to the
camp, Virr struggling to keep up with him. "What's going on ?" the
other dwarf yelled, nearly getting knocked over by the human on his
way across their camp. "That scarlet glow in the sky ..." Virr
puffed when he finally reached his nephew, "it's not the sun
rising. Something's burning on the other side of the mountains.
Something big, and it feels like bad magic."
Drawing his huge, two-handed sword from its scabbard, Cray urged
his griffin to kneel down and turned to the two dwarves. "Like it
or not," he said to his mount, "but it seems you'll have to carry
all three of us this time." Virr, at the same time, was pushing a
less than enthousiastic Greiss forward, and picked up his own
dagger on the way. Neither of them liked the idea of being crowded
together as a single target, but it seemed the only way to get them
to the action in time to do something - if they could.