Life Goes on

The Theatre on the Lauterlech, or 'Komödienstadl' The wounds of a broken heart are known of taking a long time to heal, and with mine it was no different. My zest for life began to return only slowly. It was the visits of strolling ensembles that brought a welcome distraction as well as diversion to my every day life. The funniest comedies were played at the Theater am Lauterlech - see on the left - which I found terrific fun. Often humour was in fact a bit crude, and more explicit than ambiguous, but that was just the way things were then. The prudish times were yet to come. Through Wolfgang's passable connections with Herr Böhm I had received a permanent complimentary ticket to his performances which I - with a grin on my face - presented only too willingly at the box office. Also, a certain Herr Schikaneder and his ensemble gave regular guest appearances, well, you surely know him. No, fortunately I didn't turn into a sour stay-at-home. Ha! I was young! Soon my friends called me again a Flädrewisch, or even a Lombegrott, and the annual, infamous carnival period with dancing, singing, and fun, was perfectly to my taste.

My way from home through the Kohlergasse to Stift Heilig Kreuz But there was also the Heilig Kreuz Monastery and its Sunday High Masses, which were always celebrated with fully cast choir and orchestra, a then common practice in towns. Never did I miss a single of Wolfgang's masses, litanies, or vespers, of which they became more and more over the years. As an evidence of his friendship with Prelate Christa and his successor, Prelate Zöschinger my cousin enabled the monastery to make copies of a considerable part of his sacred works, up to the Great Mass. These copies have been preserved to this day, and possibly belong to the most precious possessions of this church. At that time, as I may well claim, there was, with the exception of the Salzburg Cathedral, no other place of worship in the whole world that performed Wolfgang Amadé Mozart's church music as regularly as the church of the Augustinean Canons of Heilig Kreuz in Augsburg, even long after the secularization of 1802. As painful as the memories of my beloved cousin were at such moments, I was happy and grateful to be allowed to hear his divine music so often.

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First picture by courtesy of Brigg Verlag Augsburg

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