THE WEDDING OF 2018 by DEBORAH HOFFMAN

The cats and the kittens were left to dream,

Of chubby mice and milk and cream.

The humans depart in great anticipation,

Wedding invitations in hand and filled with elation.

To witness the vows of Prince Harry and Meghen.

This day will be memorable, sunny and green.

They join the crowds in all their elegant outfits.

Ladies hats, unsurpassed in brilliance, are hits!

In St Georges Chapel the excitement, is filled with expectation,

The Bride arrives, her gown of simple beauty causes sensation!

Royal children with flowers and holding her veil, so sweet,

Prince Harry’s smile of love shows as they meet.

Their smiles of happiness are a joy for all to see.

And are mirrored by everyone all through-out the day,

As they follow the service the singing and the vows they say.

Then they happily depart and greet the Windsor crowds with a wave.

And they joyfully kiss under the flowers in the nave.

The cats and the kittens are quite unaware,

But the world knows the celebration of love was quite rare.

May we wish them a long & great life filled with success,

For doing fine things to be proud of, we expect no less!

 

Our dear resident poet/humorist, Deborah Hoffmann, commemorates the beauty and pageantry of the recent royal wedding.   An active octogenarian,  Deb turns a keen eye on her surroundings in both Zurich and the world!

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THE TROPHY by Muffy Walker

I wasn’t sure if I could do it, but the $1000 prize money sure was tempting. I’d be able to pay off my credit card AND have money left to over to take my wife to dinner.

I worried though, could I keep it down, would I barf, what if it was poisonous, venomous or lethal? I looked around at the other contestants, all still alive and breathing. I decided to go for it.

The acrid stench in the room of others’ vomit made my eyes water and my mouth dry. The hairs on my arms and back of my neck stood at attention waiting for me to take the challenge.

I looked at the morsel in the bowl; long and thin, dark brown, almost black. It seemed to defy me to take a bite. I felt the bile rising in my throat and swallowed hard trying to visualize the trophy awarded to me.

Warily and with great trepidation, I reached for the repulsive tidbit. It was small; it would be fast I told myself. Saliva collected in my mouth and once again I heaved as I thought about what it would feel like slithering down my throat.

Enough’s enough, I convinced myself, now or never. I picked up the creepy Arthropod and slipped it quickly into my mouth. Its bristly legs repulsed every nerve in my body. Shuttering, I swallowed as hard as I could extricating every last drop of saliva to force it down. In a last ditch effort; it dug its tiny feet into my tongue and tonsils as I swallowed over and over again forcing it down my throat.

The muscles in my esophagus contracted as each of the 1000 legs made their way to my stomach. Halfway there, I groaned, – now I had to keep it down for a minute and a half.

Retching could not be an option. I’d come this far, now I had to win. Ninety seconds seemed like an eternity. My stomach rebelled, rolling and churning begging to be free of it.

86, 87, 3 seconds to go, 88, 89, 90!  The bell rang and I was named the victor!

I wonder if Survival Island is in my future?

 

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Basel Switzerland, The Historical Church of the Barefoot Monks by Deborah Hoffmann

The Barfusserkirche & the Mysterious Grave

This fine old church has a long history dating back to the 11th Century at the time when the City Walls were being built by Bishop Burkhardt to protect the town. Still many townspeople lived on the higher hill overlooking the Rhine where they felt safer and could watch for approaching enemies.  Nearby in the twelfth century, the construction would begin on the large cathedral.

Meanwhile, below in the town, the church surrounded by small wooden houses, was much revered.  A small graveyard grew near church. Water was supplied by the Birs River which flowed down to the Rhine.  In 1250 the church and cloister became the home of the Franciscan Order of the barefoot monks, who wore sandals and believed in prayer and a humble lifestyle.

The area suffered many natural disasters, earthquakes in 1356 and 1428 and in 1339 a major flood.  It is said that the graves with their wooden coffins were swept away into the Rhine.  It was time to rebuild all that was destroyed once again and prominent members of society were sometimes buried under the new church.  In 1610, the plague threatened much of Europe.  Dr. Felix Blatter saved many with his medical knowledge, one of the city hospitals carries his name today.  The Birs was filthy and thought to carry disease and was covered over at this time.

During the Reformation in 1529, the Fransiscans moved to Breisgau in Germany.  The church became Protestant.  A well and fountain were built in 1615, and the Barfusserplatz grew and became a meeting place and a market for townspeople.

As Basel grew into a large town, a remarkable Town Hall or Ratshaus was built with a clock tower, and a large red façade, which is even today the meeting place of the cantonal  government.

Hearing of Swiss church reformers, Calvin in Geneva and Zwingli in Zurich, many Huguenots from Catholic France and Spain brought their trades and philosophy and arts to Switzerland.  Basel was early known for its university which attracted Paracelsus in Medicine and Karl Jaspers and Nietsche, philosophers. The Artist Dürer worked in Basel and Hans Holbein the younger painted murals in the Ratshaus. Historian Jakob Burckhardt traveled widely during this time in Europe and wrote about his travels and how people lived.

In 1947 the Barfusserkirche was in need of renovation. Archeologists were studying and researching the ancient church.  It was then that the mysterious grave was found, and the casket taken to a nearby museum and carefully opened.

The well preserved body of a woman was found. Tests showed that she had died of mercury poisoning which had mummified her body.  Her ancient garments showed that she almost certainly came from a prominent Basel family, but who was she?   The archeologists went back to their sketches of the space below the altar of the church and found the grave number 105.

Then a very long study of Basel’s handwritten archives took place.  These heavy books went way back to the early history of the town.  At last she was found.  She had been born in 1719 in Strasbourg, into a Ministers family, and had grown up there.

Anna Catherina Bischoff, an old Basel family name.  She married in Basel in1737, but again lived in Strasbourg which had strong commercial ties with Basel. She had 7 children and when her husband died she moved back to Basel to live with a daughter.

Her earliest known ancestor was Basel’s famous early printer Johannes Froben, who was born 8 generations earlier and had created a printing center for Greek and Latin volumes and translations.  As the archives were studied they found that she was related to most of the cities’ old families, who today have been prominent in building Basel into a modern industrial city.

Genealogists were amazed to even find a living descendant in Basel,

Rosemary Probst Rhyner born in 1928.  Mrs. Rhyner was the most surprised of all to hear this news.  She agreed to take part in a DNA test.  So 22 generations later, in 2018, DNA tests proved the identity of the lady of the mysterious  Barfusserkirche grave,   Citizen of Basel:    Anna Catherina Bischoff 1719 – 1787

 Today the Barfusserkirche is the home of the HISTORICAL SOCIETY OF BASEL

Deborah Hoffmann

 

Writing Women of Zurich Website Note:  Deb Hoffmann is a witty and wry chronicler of Swiss history and customs.  She has contributed multiple articles on Switzerland and other nations written in her indomitable style.

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