36 Years Ago

36 Years Ago, Vienna 1971—A Student Journal

Day 160: Olympic Innsbruck; Alpine scenery

Day 160 — Olympic Innsbruck; Alpine scenery
09-January-1972 (Sonntag—Sun.)

Austrian alpine scenery
I take a quick look at Innsbruck’s Olympic ice stadium then head off for Vienna. The Austrian alpine scenery is gorgeous. Ah, this wonderful vacation is over.

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Day 159: St. Anton—Ingrid? Innsbruck—Elisabeth?

Day 159 — St. Anton—Ingrid? Innsbruck—Elisabeth?
08-January-1972 (Samstag–Sat.)

Leaving the Tirolian Alps
So who is Ingrid? I love that name. Why didn’t I marry her? Well, she was one of the English girls I danced with last night. So, I leave Ingrid in St. Anton; make plans to meet her in England in the summer; take the train to Innsbruck; have dinner with Elisabeth; make plans to meet her during Easter. I’m either incredibly suave, handsome, and debonair, with all the pretty women, or I’m extremely naïve, don’t get it, and can’t figure out what is going on.

I think that, even today, I’m still incredibly naïve (with women). And I still can’t figure them out. Everything’s normal. Happy

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Day 158: Beautiful Zurs

Day 158 — Beautiful Zurs
07-January-1972 (Freitag—Fri.)

Snow filled valleys
I hit the Tirolian slopes of Zurs which offers good snow, beautiful views, and long runs. I reflect on what I like about St. Anton.

At night, Mr. Don Juan hits the dance floor.
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Day 157: Sunny skiing

Day 157 — Sunny skiing
06-January-1972 (Donnerstag—Thur.)


Tirolian ski venue
My last day of ski class brings me a full day of skiing with beautiful weather. At night, I go dancing. Did I meet someone?
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Day 156: Great skiing; world conversations

Day 156 — Great skiing; world conversations
05-January-1972 (Mittwock—Wed.)


Great skiing venues
Today is an amazing day of skiing that brings me down the backside of the mountain and many miles away from St. Anton. How amazing is that?

At dinner, I come face-to-face with the emotion behind the conflict in Northern Ireland between the Irish Catholics and the British. At the same dinner table. A true-life learning experience.

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Day 155: I’m in a fog; I’m naked next to a girl

Day 155 — I’m in a fog; I’m naked next to a girl
04-January-1972 (Dienstag—Tue.)

Skiing on a sunny day
I’m in a fog today. Literally. As I don’t want to ski off of a cliff, I decided to spend the whole day with the ski class. I talk about money a bit.

Oh, and one of my fantasies almost comes to life—standing naked next to a beautiful girl in a white nurse's outfit, next to a sign that says “
Massage.”

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Day 154: Great skiing at Valhalla

Day 154 — Great skiing at Valhalla
03-January-1972 (Mon.)


Cable car to Valhalla
A quality day of ski lessons and skiing at St. Anton and the cable car to Valhalla. Nice.

Suddenly I'm Don Juan, meeting girls all over the place.
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Day 153: St. Anton, Skiing Day 1

Day 153 — St. Anton, Skiing Day 1
02-January-1972 (Sun.)


St Anton a vast mountain
My first day of skiing at the wonderful resort of St. Anton, an international skiing mecca for the rich and famous (and a poor American student studying in Vienna). I take ski lessons again and spend the day skiing all over St. Anton. Nice.
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Day 152: Glückliches Neues Jahr; New Year’s Day concert; off to St. Anton

Day 152 — Glückliches Neues Jahr; New Year’s Day concert; off to St. Anton
01-January-1972 (Sat.)

Johann Strauss statue at night
What a day! That’s how I end today’s reflections. I get into standing room for the world-famous New Year’s Day concert by the Vienna Philharmonic that features waltzes and polkas by Johann Strauss’ I and II, dad and son. What fun! Then, I head off on the train to the Austrian Alps, stop in Innsbruck to give Elisabeth a gift, and then head on to the world-famous ski resort of St. Anton for a week of skiing.

What a day! What a year!
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Day 151: New Year’s Eve—Die Fledermaus

Day 151 — New Year’s Eve—Die Fledermaus
31-December-1971 (day.)


A day filled with New Year's Eve traditions—spending all day in a standing room line, an ad-lib performance of
Die Fledermaus, sneaking in champagne into the opera house (?), Kärtnerstrasse, Stephansdom Platz, and partying. Great performances. Great traditions. Too much to drink. Read More...
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Day 146: My Christmas present

Day 146 — My Christmas present
26-December-1971 (Sun.)


SUMMARY

My Christmas present comes today—a package of candy from the elderly lady whose money I found on the bus.

Other than that, myself and two girls wander Vienna's famous graveyard, the Central Cemetery, where many a famous composer is buried. It is foggy. It is eerie. Are the spirits talking to me? Happy

A delightful Bedrich Smetana opera ends the day.
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Day 145: Vienna! Frohe Weihnachten—Merry Christmas!

Day 145 — Vienna! Frohe Weihnachten—Merry Christmas!
25-December-1971 (Sat.)

Christmas market in Vienna Bernhard Vogl
A wonderful Viennese Christmas day with my roommate, Pavel, his sister, and her friend who have come to see Pavel all the way from California. A good day with some sightseeing, dinner, and conversation. A Verdi opera concludes a great day.

The spirit of Christmas is about families. Meet John’s family and brothers. A photo bonanza. (There are so many photos today—you may need a fast Internet connection for this post.)

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Day 144: Goodbye Innsbruck; Christmas Eve



Scenic Innsbruck mountains
It’s goodbye to skiing, Innsbruck, the scenic mountains (see photo), Elisabeth, George, and a new girl I’m trying to pick up at the train station. (I’m now Don John.) It was an incredible week of skiing, beautiful scenery, friendships, spas, and picture taking. What a vacation! Back to Vienna. It’s Christmas Eve. Read More...
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Day 142: Skiing Igls with Elisabeth

Day 142 — Skiing Igls with Elisabeth
22-December-1971 (Wed.)

Skiing partner Elisabeth
A short day of skiing with Elisabeth. Trying to do too much in too short a time. Igls has sunny skiing, providing a day of good skiing and picture taking.

Being a student is a bond that facilitates meeting other students internationally. Being young is a special time. Enjoy it, responsibly.
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Day 141: Great skiing at Igls

Day 141 — Great skiing at Igls
21-December-1971 (Tue.)

Great skiing scenery
A great day of skiing at Innsbruck’s Igls mountain. The weather was sunny and the snow was in perfect condition (not icy). I have a great dinner and conversation with Elisabeth. I keep mentioning my mom and seek Sigmund Freud’s help.
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Day 140: Skiing; Elisabeth; naked men in a sauna

Day 140 — Skiing, Elisabeth, naked men in a sauna
20-December-1971 (Mon.)

Meet Elisabeth
I have an extremely long journal post today. Why? I love Innsbruck. It was an incredible fun-filled day. From rain in Innsbruck to snow in Seegrube, to the extreme but pleasant torture of an Innsbruck health spa—complete with sauna, cold bath, hot and cold foot and body baths, and naked men in saunas.

There is only one Austrian in my ski class. She is a good-looking Austrian girl, Elisabeth. She becomes my skiing partner and a welcomed source of information on Innsbruck. When I said, “Where can I run around naked with a bunch of old men?,” she was right there pointing me to the health spa. Only kidding. Winking

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Day 139: Innsbruck: Seegrube Ski School

Day 139 — Innsbruck: Seegrube Ski School
19-December-1971 (Sun.)

Beautiful scenery
My first day of skiing in the Austrian Alps is at Seegrube. I take lessons to improve my paralleling—after all this is Austria. If they can’t teach me to ski, no one can. I love it. I love the fresh air. Just thinking about it, I want to go back. Right now!
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Day 138: Arrival in Innsbruck

Day 138 — Arrival in Innsbruck
18-December-1971 (Sat.)

Innsbruck St Anne column
I’m in Innsbruck. Yay, my first look at the Austrian Alps, or any Alps for that matter. A little bit of sightseeing and then I get ready for some exciting skiing tomorrow. St. Anne's column in Innsbruck's old town is a well-known landmark.
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Day 083: Celebrating the spirit of humanity

Day 83 — Celebrating the spirit of humanity
24-October-1971 (Sun.)

Autumn in Baden
I’m sightseeing in Baden, Austria today and spend the day walking and getting some well-needed exercise. I rediscover the beauty of nature and the spirit of humankind. People are people, and kids are kids—all over the world. Something to remember.

Plenty of beautiful autumn-like pictures today. Also check out the photos and slide shows today.
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Day 060: Austria—beautiful panoramas

Day 60 — Austria 360—beautiful panoramas
01-October-1971 (Fri.)

Vienna National Library in Neue Hofburg
01971: Some letter writing to mom and my brothers relieves some of my horn-playing stress.

2007: I discover two new websites, one Austrian,
www.austria-360.at, and the other www.panoramas.dk, that display absolutely gorgeous 360-degree panoramic pictures from around Austria and the world. Absolutely gorgeous and a lot of fun. The picture at the left is from panoramas.dk and is of the Vienna National Library (© Peter Winkler). It is stunning in 360.
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Day 048: Stress relief: Donau Park and Tower

Day 48 — Stress relief: Donau Park and Tower
19-September-1971 (Sun.)

Two girls strolling in park
To reduce the stress of my daily frustration, I visit the Donau Park and Tower adjacent to the Danube River.

Great views. Ah, I feel better.
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Day 032: Amusement at Prater

Day 32 — Amusement at Prater
03-September-1971 (Fri.)

The Prater ferris wheel
A day at Vienna’s Prater amusement park with Anjali. I get a little dizzy, lose in ping pong, and eat a lot. As an aside, I comment on my use of emdashes and thus address some of the grammar issues of my journal writing, and plea to Grammar Girl to set me straight.

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Day 031: Anjali; the National Library; Hofburg Complex

Day 31 — Anjali; the National Library; Hofburg Complex
02-September-1971 (Tue.)

Anjali
Sightseeing with Anjali continues. Just a bit of info on the Austrian National Library situated in the Hofburg Complex in central Vienna.

When visiting Vienna, you can’t help but imagine the expansive power and influence of the Austro-Hungarian empire as you enter the incredible Hofburg Complex through the Heldenplatz and look upon the massive Neue Burg.
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Day 030: Sightseeing with Anjali

Day 30 — Sightseeing with Anjali
01-September-1971 (Mon.)

Anjali smiling
With exams over, I spend some quality sightseeing time with Anjali.

And I admit that I really like her.
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Day 029: The beautiful parks of Vienna

Day 29 — The beautiful parks of Vienna
31-August-1971 (Tue.)

Man with pigeon
Last day of German class exams. Studying in the beautiful parks of Vienna. Travel the world virtually with Google Earth.
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Day 027: My first song; Rick Steve’s Europe on PBS

Day 27 — My first song; Rick Steve’s Europe on PBS
29-August-1971 (Sun.)

A two-line entry today. I’ve written my first young-love pop-folk song ever—“One Summer Day”—for Anjali. It may be corny but it was from my heart. (all girls swoon)

In the contemporary world (today), I happen to see a Rick Steve’s Europe video tour of Vienna. Wonderful video and commentary.
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Day 026: Mahler’s 8th Symphony; Schönbrunn Palace

Day 26 — Mahler’s 8th Symphony; Schönbrunn Palace
28-August-1971 (Sat.)

Schonbrunn Palace gardens 01
What a day. A visit to the incredible Schönbrunn Palace and gardens with Anjali, and an incredible performance of Mahler’s 8th Symphony. Shivers…shivers…shivers up and down my spine.

Practice on my new horn and sad to see Achille leave for Italy.

And a little rant on why the RIAA should change their policies and fees on licensing music for Internet-radio and podcasts.
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Day 024: Burgemeister’s Reception at the Rathaus

Day 24 — Burgemeister’s reception at the Rathaus
26-August-1971 (Thur.)

Burgermeister reception at Rathaus
Back in Vienna, I return very tired and head off to German class. I’m not tired enough to miss the Mayor’s Reception that evening, however. A formal ball with everyone dressed up. Especially Anjali, in her soiree. Dancing and enjoyable company. Life is good.
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Day 023: My new Alexander French horn

Day 23 — My new Alexander French horn
25-August-1971 (Wed.)

Alexander natural horns
I’m in Mainz, Germany. I buy my first new French horn today at the Alexander horn shop. I’m so happy. I meet Mr. Alexander himself.

Nixon devalued the U.S. dollar a few days ago. He cost me money.
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Day 022: I need a French horn—off to Mainz, Germany

Day 22 — I need a French horn—off to Mainz, Germany.
24-August-1971 (Tue.)

Off to Germany
After a day at school, it’s off to Mainz, Germany to buy my French Horn. I also provide a chronological timeline of how I got started in music—ending with an amazing secret.

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Day 020: Salzburg finale; Festung Hohensalzburg and the Schubert B-minor Mass

Day 20 — Day 020: Salzburg finale; Festung Hohensalzburg and the Schubert B-minor Mass
22-August-1971 (Sun.)

Magnificent Salzburg 01
I close out my last day in Salzburg with a full day of sightseeing (Mozart museum, Domplatz, and the medieval fortress, Festung Hohensalzburg.

The highlight of the day was my attending a real Mass in a cathedral. 1st row. Oh, it happened to be a full performance of Schubert’s B-minor Mass. Heavenly.
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Day 019: Oom-pah-pah bands, yodelers, and folk dancers

Day 19 — Oom-pah-pah bands, yodelers, and folk dancers
21-August-1971 (Sat.)

Salzburg shopping 01
My 2nd day in Salzburg, Austria is a day of sightseeing—Hellbrunn Palace, Mirabell Gardens, a concert, and a beer garden—with oom-pah-pah bands, yodelers, and those “guys who hop and slap themselves.” No, not Chevy Chase, "those guys."

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Day 018: Salzburg, Austria; first train trip

Day 18 — Salzburg, Austria; first train trip
20-August-1971 (Fri.)

Magnificent Salzburg 01
Mozart’s birth city — Salzburg, Austria. I take my first train ride, totally standing up, to this wonderful city. Salzburg welcomes me with a hail storm and no student service to help me. What to do? Find a room, walk around, listen to music, and enjoy. Which I do.

Photography is my hobby and Salzburg is a great place to take photographs. (Photos coming soon.) If you aren’t already taking digital pictures, you should be. Come on. Pictures are memories!

[Kodak, soon to advertise.]
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Day 013: Vienna Woods, Kahlenburg

Day 13 — Vienna Woods, Kahlenburg
15-August-1971 (Sun.)

Vienna Woods
A quiet day of walking in the Vienna Woods, and then up the winding path to see a view of Vienna and outlying vineyards from the heights of Kahlenburg. An enjoyable day.

A little bit of an aside on my interest in photography and the Kodak slides that are from 36 years ago, and Austrians.

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Day 012: Let’s go to the summer cottage, dear—Belvedere Palace

Day 12 — Let’s go to the summer cottage, dear—Belvedere Palace
14-August-1971 (Sat.)

Belvedere Palace
“Hello, yes it’s me, Prince Eugene of Savoy. Yes, the guy who defeated the Turks in 1683. Well, thanks. We want to take the kids and go to the summer cottage this weekend at Belvedere. Can you round up the 1,000-person staff and have them get the place ready? Chow.”

That was the owner of Belvedere Palace. This was the first palace that I saw up close. Palaces are huge. The gardens are incredible. The interiors are ornate and magnificent. This was only the
summer residence. Wow. I'm ready to move in.

Oh, and Anjali also plays folk guitar, sings, and writes songs. And
I’m supposed to be the musician?


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Day 011: Danube boat party, the Iron Curtain

Day 11 — Danube boat party, the Iron Curtain
13-August-1971 (Fri.)

Danube Boat Party
No short posts here. Live on-the-spot journaling, documenting an exciting full-day excursion on the Blue, err Green, Danube River that flows by Vienna (Wein). Sightseeing, plenty of photos, and more.

I’m up to the task and only briefly let the armed patrol boat, barbed-razor-wire security fence (the Iron Curtain), and the armed machine-gun guards in the towers “shock” me. Welcome to Czechoslovakia and communism in the 60’s and 70’s.

Anjali, a young, pretty girl, comes to the rescue. We sightsee, eat, and then learn to dance. I’m her first dance partner.

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Day 009: Grinzing wine tasting

Day 9 — Grinzing wine tasting
11-August-1971 (Wed.)


After German class in the morning, where I make a non-funny German joke, we go to wine country—Grinzing—for some, eatin’, talkin’, drinkin’, singin’, and tastin’ some of that mighty-fine Austrian wine.

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