Thursday, May 18, 2006


Some years after Wolfie was buried – the particular whereabouts I am unwilling to reveal just now– my dear Johannes was laid to rest in Saint Gilgen’s cemetery. As there was no home tithed for the widow by the lake, we packed our lives away in tin trunks and returned to Salzburg – the children and I.


Blogger Dodo said...

Liebe Nannerl,
Your diary entries have told of great loss and grief: your daughter, your dear famous Bruder Wolfie and then dear Johannes. Such loss and such injustice to you and your children make it all worse! Take your creative power dearest Nannerl - keep composing and playing and singing. The dance of womanhood must never cease. Future generations will know that you have done so. They will.
Yours, Dodo

2:32 PM  
Blogger Nannerl said...

My Dear Dodo,
I am ashamed that it has taken me so long to reply - I think you would understand and forgive more easily if I were to tell you that I have taken your advice and have been composing another song for a concert in London on the 7th December. That is now finished, except for the copying and an arrangement of a fugue by Wolfie for four hands... The dance of womanhood as you describe it carries on a pace or two! A thousand thanks for your warmth and encouragement my dear friend,

6:09 PM  

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