| Exulanten Movements from 1580-1837 |
Hausandacht
Map: Evangelischen Diözesanmuseum Fresach, Kärnten
"Be a good boy," the old man whispered to the dog. The dog's deep brown eyes looked up at him in a
knowing acquiescence of their parting. "He's too old to go very far," thought the old man. "He'd surely die
a hard death in some foreign place." All the same, it was perhaps the hardest part of it all. Just an old dog!
Not the house of his father and grandfather, or his wife's grave, no, not even the familiar paths on the hills
or the brook where he fished. Just an old dog. His friend.
"Go Home!" he shouted at the dog as he turned to leave. The dog just stood there and looked at him with
sad, trusting eyes.
The old man thought how odd it was that he could not remember the birth dates of his children or the day
he married, or even what day of the week it was, but he remembered the day he brought home the pup. It
was twelve years ago on a Monday in September. He was small but feisty, and never left his side from that
day on. No, the dog never let him down. The old man felt a tear. The dog turned and walked home.
knowing acquiescence of their parting. "He's too old to go very far," thought the old man. "He'd surely die
a hard death in some foreign place." All the same, it was perhaps the hardest part of it all. Just an old dog!
Not the house of his father and grandfather, or his wife's grave, no, not even the familiar paths on the hills
or the brook where he fished. Just an old dog. His friend.
"Go Home!" he shouted at the dog as he turned to leave. The dog just stood there and looked at him with
sad, trusting eyes.
The old man thought how odd it was that he could not remember the birth dates of his children or the day
he married, or even what day of the week it was, but he remembered the day he brought home the pup. It
was twelve years ago on a Monday in September. He was small but feisty, and never left his side from that
day on. No, the dog never let him down. The old man felt a tear. The dog turned and walked home.