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Version Log Translation Notes 26 July 1936 First Wanderung . . . St. Gallen--Löchlibad . . . Lisa's advice . . Robert's history . . . admiration for Dostoevsky, Keller, Eichendorff, Gotthelf, not for Rilke4 January 1937 St. Gallen--Speicher--Trogen ....
Posted in Wandering with Robert Walser on June 5, 2005 10:25 PM
4 January 1937
Rambling through St. Gallen and Speicher to Trogen, which I know well from my school days there. Lunch in the Schaefli. To honor my maternal ancestors, who for centuries owned vines on the Buchberg in the Rheintal, I ordered a...
Posted in Wandering with Robert Walser on April 25, 2005 10:11 PM
15 April 1938
Robert's 60th birthday. As I know him, best wishes would only make him grouchy. The farewell began in the train station cafeteria with käsewähe and a glass of wine, about which Robert remarked "I haven't drunk anything since New Years."...
Posted in Wandering with Robert Walser on April 22, 2005 09:43 PM
28 January 1943
A tough march on the icy roads from Herisau to St. Gallen, where we warmed up in the train station cafeteria with coffee and cigarettes. Robert is astounded that we need ration cards for a helping of cheese. We take...
Posted in Wandering with Robert Walser on April 16, 2005 04:04 PM
16 May 1943
On Robert's 65th birthday we had agreed that the next time we would travel through the Ricken to Rapperswil. So I had the tickets in my pocket when I saw him in the train station in Herisau at 8 AM:...
Posted in Wandering with Robert Walser on April 14, 2005 03:39 PM
25 May 1944
Robert's sister Lisa died in Bern on January 7. From what I know of him he'd rather bite off his tongue than mention her death. But how she loved him was always in Geschwister Tanner, where the teacher Hedwig, a...
Posted in Wandering with Robert Walser on April 10, 2005 04:24 PM
23 September 1945
Mouse gray rainclouds. The porter had forgotten to pass my message to Robert, who ran up to me, crumpled hat in his hand: “This is an unexpected pleasure!” We trot on puddled paths through the fields to Flawil. He talked...
Posted in Wandering with Robert Walser on April 7, 2005 04:01 PM
4 April 1948
The meadows sparkled like jewels with melting snow as we walked to Degersheim. We came to talk of Max Brod, who lived in Zurich. Robert recalled that in 1919 his head appeared next to Brod’s in a Leipzig newspaper. I...
Posted in Wandering with Robert Walser on April 2, 2005 01:45 PM