Eimsheim - History

History

Finds unearthed from the Bronze Age suggest that there were settlers in the time between 1800 and 1000 BC. The remains of a column capital from a Jupiter temple have also been found.

About 500, the Franks settled here; the placename Uminisheim goes back to the tribal elder Umin. Eimsheim, at the time belonging to the Wormsgau (a county), had its first documentary mention in 762 in a donation document in which Egilolf transferred a vineyard in the Huminsheimer Marca to the Lorsch Abbey.

In the early 11th century Eimsheim belonged to the Bishopric of Worms, which later ceded it to the “Weidas” Cistercian convent near Dautenheim. In 1485, half of the village was handed over to the Elector Palatine Philipp “the Gallant”, while the other half only passed to the Electorate of the Palatinate in 1551 under Philipp’s son Friedrich “the Wise”.

In 1780 the new Catholic church was completed. Shortly thereafter, Eimsheim fell under French administration. Eimsheim citizens, too, fought in the Napoleonic Wars. As a memorial to this time, the so-called Napoleonstein was put up at the old graveyard in 1852 in memory of the veterans.

In a phase of great building activity between 1890 and 1906 arose, among other things, the Old School, the New School, the Town Hall and the Evangelical church. The population had reached some 600 by this time.

In 1982, Eimsheim won first prize in the contest Unser Dorf soll schöner werden (“Our Village Should Be Lovelier”).

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