Baron Norman Sylvester VonFeister III 

San Francisco, California 

The Feisters settled in the state of "Brotherly Love, "Philadelphia, Penn's woods, the year of 1752. Ludwig Feister was originally a refugee from the countries bordering the Rhine. From these countries came the Amish, Mennonites, Lutherans, Reformed, Dutch Quakers, French Huguenots, and other groups who came to this new world, seeking the religious freedom promised by William Penn. In the rolling hills and the mountains of southeastern Pennsylvania, in the middle of the lands between the Delaware and Susquehanna Rivers lived the peoples who are the Pennsylvania Dutch, these people, called the Plain People are religious, industrious, thrifty, compassionate and superstitious; celebrate Christmas and Easter. All contributed their faith in God and their religious customs to produce the diversified cultures. That is where I was born, September 11,1931 to plain people, Jacob Sylvester and Dorothy Mae Feister just a few miles from Harristown, Intercourse, Vintage, and Paradise, deep in the heart of Amish and Mennonite country. Even today some of my kinfolk are the plain people who live in large houses and barns painted red and white with large forebays. Graduating from the class of '51, Thaddeus Stevens (Thaddeus Stevens State Technology) in Lancaster Pennsylvania, I entered the Armed Services, Army Air Corps. It is now called the United States Air Force. After receiving my wings, I departed for the far east, orient, Japan, I married Keiko Sano, the great grand samurai family of the Sano clan ennobled after the restoration, no count. Keiko's grandfather the great suguris, ashikaga, a branch of the minamoto (Seiwa A-Genji) gave 15 Shotguns to Japan from 1338 until 1573. We have three sons and two daughters. At the present time I reside in the city of San Francisco and am employed by the department of the treasury, San Francisco Mint. 

I stole ae Princesse as my bryd frome Ame-No-Minakanushi
Hware East met West, Lord of thee middel of heofon
Lande of thy rising Sun, No

Thy visited thee resting place of her ancestre souls
They lie their emotional waking for his command

Controlling thee wind ane rain rising thee deid
Were in reality only thee stars in thy universe grow

Ae beauties lie with arms embraced, hands covering her bosom breast
Ae quyth crane can plays with young siblyngs which she knows best

In thee winter peaceful vallies are wooden hills
Grene tall trees, leaves turn to sheets of gold
Weeping willows bending their bow into thee breeze
Clear cool ponds, dashing Koi swish her tails
Around moss covered rocks in blanket of crystal snow
Spring cherie blossom burst into bright cherie pink blooms flow
Dwells three treasured thee mirror, thy sword, one jewel transmitting
By Sun goddess Amaterasu to her descendents who lie below, thee scarlet moon
Rising frome thee West, throwing threads of beams accrose my chest

Thee great grand Duchess, Keiko Sano stopped to obzurv did you hear ae voice?
That's my mother Chiyo father, grandpapa Narazaburo Sugiura telling me to come home,
Vanishing words that echo in her quyth breast

The Voyage of the Mayflower (Dedicated to the American Sons and Daughters of the American Revolution) 

To see what sights and sobs and prayers
Did sound among them looking for tomorrow

What tears did enthusiasm from every eye
And pithy speeches pierced each heart with sorrow

But ye tide which stays for no man
Calling them away that were thus loathe
To depart to a foreign land

Thy reverend Pastor falling down on his
Knees with watery cheeks commended
Them with most fervent prayer

And there at the river "text"
Ezra 8"21

I proclaimed a fast
That we might humble ourselves before
Our God at last

Seek of him a right way for us and for
Our children to serve his grounds

But they knew they were pilgrims and
Looked for praise, freedom they
Were bound

In the double darkness of night and thick ocean fog
And howling winds they ran with all sails spread

Thunderbolt's tearing apart the rough breathing
New England coast line filled with razor sharp piercing rocks

They fell with that land made is
called Cape Cod

GOLDEN LYRIC 

Mountain and valley ay crystal well
Shadows of ay green oak tree

Ie sate under that green oak tree
To smell ye clean sweet ocean breeze

Look far to thy west
Sun has creep deep into it's nest

Ie reached out my hand and ay quiet butterfly
landed

Beauty grows as time passes I have been told
It remind me ay crystal vase
Lined with threads of gold

That's when Ie realized
Thee spirit of my soul