My translation -

For a century the Knight's seat Wiekriede ruled from a small rise in the very northwestern corner of Hille. Today the buildings are reduced to the earth. Only a few bricks lie here and there in the grass and one or two foundation remnants can be discovered by accident with one's foot -- of the tradition-rich knight's seat Wiekriede there is almost nothing left.


If you don't know Hille, you won't find the site. Who would guess that behind an inconspicuous notice sign on the Rahden Street shortly before highway 770, in front of a military controlled area and the associated "trespassing forbidden" signs, is the path to this tradition-rich estate. An asphalt path, a provisional parking place, and suddenly begins a tree-lined alley that shows the way. It goes over a bridge that crosses the Wiekriede Creek. Here there was once a water wheel and mill explained Karl-Heinz Hucke, village Curator of Hille. Now there are only support walls to be seen. Nearby behind the bridge on the left lies a slightly raised grassy area surrounded by trees. "There stood the knight's seat and the farm buildings" pointed out the Curator on the uncultivated plot surrounded by the deeper-lying moist pastures. Only a modern tractor stall still stands, the silo tower next to it was, explains Karl-Heinz Hucke, blown up at the end of the 1980's.


Six or seven hired worker's houses belonged to the Manor; they also exist no longer. "The owner could not accumulate wealth from the poor soil," opined the curator. "The fields and pastures as well as the forests belonged to agriculture." For him as village Curator it is difficult to recreate without gaps the history of Wiekriede. All documents are destroyed. And also the place is ruled by a gaping emptiness: among the few stones there are no useful building materials any more. The locals and Dutchmen, so explained Karl-Heinz Hucke, have carried off everything useful.