As I posted last year, all round the Lungau in the woods and on the paths are memorials to people who have lost their lives to accidents, whether working or travelling. They are all over Austria, and can be more ornate than our ones which tend to be of wood. The one above reads;
In Memory of Johan Moser, Moser farmer, in Weisspriach.Who on the 23rd May 1919 at 7.15 am in his 43rd year, while woodworking was unlucky and was separated from Life.
The poem loses its rhyme in translation;
I came out early to work in the wood, but didn’t come home again, Hit by a stone I lay, it took me to early to my grave. Dear reader, please say for me an ‘Our Father’.
This memorial was taken down last year and has been repainted. It’s an interesting insight into local folk culture. It shows a different scenario, I always wondered how the tree felling made the stone fall on his head, unless it started a small landslide! Still, I think I prefered the earlier picture! And what had Mary to do with it -she doesn’t heal people!?