Customer Header Logo
  • First image
  • Previous image
  • Next image
  • Last image
  • Show double pages
  • Rotate to the left
  • Rotate to the right
  • Reset image to default view
  • Full screen
  • Download this page as a PDF document

Vorarlberg. Eine Vierteljahreszeitschrift 1965-004

Bibliographic data

Structure type:
Periodical
Collection:
Bodensee Bibliotheken
Title:
Vorarlberg
Publicationplace:
Bregenz
Persistente Url:
http://www.digishelf.de/piresolver?id=bsz488523486
Structure type:
Issue
Collection:
Bodensee Bibliotheken
Title:
Vorarlberg. Eine Vierteljahreszeitschrift 1965-004
Year publish:
1965
Persistente Url:
http://www.digishelf.de/piresolver?id=bsz488523486_1965_004
Structure type:
Article
Collection:
Bodensee Bibliotheken
Author:
Hemingway, Ernest
Title:
„We loved the Vorarlberg“

Contents

  • Vorarlberg
    • -
    • -
  • Vorarlberg. Eine Vierteljahreszeitschrift 1965-004
    • -
  • Title page
    • -
  • Contents
    • [1]
  • Nachrichten aus Kultur und Wirtschaft
    • 2
  • Hemingway in Vorarlberg
    • 6
  • Aus der Erzählung „Schnee auf dem Kilimandscharo“
    • 10
  • „Wir liebten Vorarlberg“
    • 11
  • „We loved the Vorarlberg“
    • 21
  • Seilbahnen und Sessellifte in Vorarlberg
    • 32
  • 10 Jahre Theater am Kornmarkt
    • 39
  • Ein Feldkircher Wirbel im Revolutionsjahr 1848 und seine Folgen
    • 45
  • Nachrichten aus Kultur und Wirtschaft
    • 48

Thumbnail gallery

1: -
1: -
2: -
2: -
3:[1]
3:[1]
4:2
4:2
5:3
5:3
6:4
6:4
7:[5]
7:[5]
8:6
8:6
9:7
9:7
icon thumbs forward

Full text


„We (mied the
ERNEST HEMINGWAY
The last chapter of the book „A Moveable Feast“, written 1958—1960,
first published 1964. Hemingway teils of his early years in Paris between 1921 and, 1926.
This chapter has the originel title „There Is Never Any End to Paris“.
When there were the three of us instead of
just the two, it was the cold and the weather
that finally drove us out of Paris in the winter
time. Alone there was no problem when you
got used to it. I could always go to a cafe
to write and could work all morning over a
cafe creme while the waiters cleaned and
swept out the cafe and it gradually grew war
mer. My wife could go to work at the piano
in a cold place and with enough sweaters keep
warm playing and come home to nurse
Bumby. It was wrong to take a baby to a
cafe in the winter though; even a baby that
never cried and watched everything that
happened and was never bored. There were
no baby-sitters then and Bumby would stay
happy in his tall cage-bed with bis big, loving
cat named F. Puss. There were people who
said that it was dangerous to leave a cat with
a baby.The most ignorant and prejudiced said
that a cat would suck a baby’s breath and kill
him. Others säid that a cat would lie on a
baby and the cat’s weight would smother him.
F. Puss lay beside Bumby in the tall cage-bed
and watched the door with his big yellow
eyes, and would let no one come near him
when we were out and Marie, the femme de
menage, had to be away. There was no need
for baby-sitteres. F. Puss was the babysitter.
But when you are poor, and we were really
poor when I had given up all journalism when
we came back from Canada, and could seil no
stories at all, it was too rough with a baby in
Paris in the winter. At three month's Mr
Bumby had crossed the North Atlantic on a
twelve-day small Cunarder that sailed from
New York via Halifax in January. He never
cried on the trip and laughed. happily when
he would be bairricaded in a bunk so he could
not fall out when we were in heavy weather.
But our Paris was too cold for him.
We went to Schruns in the Vorarlberg in
Austria. After going through Switzerland you
came to the Austrian frontier at Feldkirch.
The train went through Liechtenstein and
stopped at Bludenz where there was a small
branch line that ran along a pebbly trout river
through a valley of farms and forest to
Schruns, which was a sunny market town with
sawmills, Stores, inns and a good, year-round
hotel called the Taube where we lived.
The rooms at the Taube were large and
comfortable with big stoves, big windows and
big beds with good blankets and feather co-
verlets. The meals were simple and excellent
and the dining-room and the woodplanked
public bar were well heated and friendly.The
valley was wide and open so there was good
sun. The pension was about two dollars a day
for the three of us, and as the Austrian Schil
ling went down with inflation, our room and
food was less all the time. There was no des
perate inflation and poverty 'as there had been
in Germany. The Schilling went up and down,
but its longer course was down.
There were no ski-lifts from Schruns and
no funiculars, but there were logging trails
and cattle trails that led up different moun-
tain va-lleys to the high mountain country.
You climbed on foot carrying your skis and
higher up, where the snow was too deep, you
climbed on sealskins that you attached to the
bottoms of the skis. At the tops of the moun
tain valleys there were the big Alpine Club
huts for summer climbers where you could
sleep and leave payment for any wood you
used. In some you had to pack up your own
wood, or if you were going on a long tour
in the high mountains and the glaciers, you
hired someone to pack wood and supplies up
whith you, and established a base. The most
famous of these high base huts were the Lin-
dauer Hütte, the Madlener Haus and the Wies
badener Hütte.
In bäck of the Taube there was a sort of
practice slope where you ran through orchards
and fields, and there was another good slope
behind Tchagguns across the valley where
there was a beautiful inn with an excellent
collection of chamois horns on the walls of
the drinking room. It was from behind the
lumber village of Tschagguns, which was on
the far edge of the valley, that the good ski-
ing went all the way up until you could even-
tually cross the mountains and get over the
Silvretta into the Klosters area.
Schruns was a healthy place for Bumby,
who had a dark-haired beautiful girl to take
him out in the sun in his sleigh and look after
him, and Hadley and I had all the new country
to learn and the new villages, and the people
of the town were very friendly. Herr Walther
Lent who was a pioneer high-mountain skier
and at one time had been a partner with
Hannes Schneider, the great Arlberg skier,
making ski-waxes for climbing and all snow
21

Downloads

Herunterladen eines Seitenbereichs als PDF

  • METS
  • DFG-Viewer
  • OPAC
  • PDF
version: Goobi viewer-3.2-20180424-75929fe