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Muddling through life from Austria to Wales; God, life and a small black dog

Austrian Funeral

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It would be so nice to have a wedding or a christening to go to, but no. Sadly one of neighbours died recently who lived on a farm just across the fields from us. He had been in a home but sometimes I had talked to him as he would sit in odd corners where I walked the dog.¬† His wife has what we call green fingers, I’m always amazed when I walk past the farm at how her garden flourishes. I felt I needed to go to support his family and show we cared.

So on a freezing afternoon, off we went. As we filed into the church I noticed that most of the men went on the right, then as we filed out, Linde pulled my arm and said let the men out first. So of course, my feminist hackles rose. I later found out that in the past, when a man died all the men went to the right and the women left, and when a woman died it wasn’t so important. Now I’m all for respecting customs but that had me angry. Next funeral I will sit on the right with the other feminists, and will barge out first!

A couple of days later, I saw some work starting on the wobbly, run down fences of the farm. Seb, the son and Christian, his son were busy. Christian has inherited the farm and will start running it until such time as it’s free then move in. Wonderful to see a family farm keep the tradition.

Author: annarashbrook

English Ex-pat living in Austria, Christian, blogger (of course) writer, photographer, dog owner!

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