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Issue #19, February 15, 2006 |
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The original stained glass windows of the Abbey, built in the 1100s
were created from black and white glass only. The mentality was that
colors would distract or trap the five human senses and arrest one’s
spiritual growth thereby preventing one from worshipping God only,
not man-made creations. Later on (two centuries or so), colors were
introduced, as evidenced in subsequent additions of Abbey Chapels.
The Death Room was macabre; all sorts of demonic-like figurines
flanked a coffin and altar.
Not far from the Abbey was Meyerling, the former Imperial Hunting
Lodge, and infamous sight in history. On January 28, 1889, a date
with destiny, Crown Prince Rudolph and his lover, Mary Vetsera, were
found dead in bed. Their deaths remain a mystery in Austrian
history. Some say a scandal was squelched and they both committed
suicide, but Emperor Frances Joseph converted the hunting lodge into
a private Carmelite Nuns’ monastery.
We returned to Vienna via the charming town of Baden, home of
therapeutic spas and mineral baths. In the summer, the surroundings
smell like rotten eggs from the sulpher, our tour guide explained.
We strolled the tiny hilly streets, shopped and drank hot apple
cider laced with whiskey at a local street fair. It helped fight the
elements.
Sunday was New Year’s Eve and we went to morning Mass in the
Imperial Palace Chapel and heard the Vienna Boys’ Choir. They
sounded like bells instead of human voices. They were deliberately
positioned so no one could see them in the choir loft. After Mass,
they came outside and posed in street attire for photos with us.
They ranged in ages from eight to fourteen and looked like innocent
pubescent and adolescent boys in their berets.
Then the magical evening arrived. The Wiener Musikverein Konzerthaus
was trimmed in gold inlaid moldings and the floor to high ceiling
pipes of the organ were flanked in hundreds of gladiolas and lilies
and pinks and whites and reds. It was the Dress Rehearsal of the
Vienna Philharmonic Orchestra New Year’s Day Concert and it
coincided with the Emperor’s Ball on the Eve.
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