Last edited by Friedrich-Berthold; 06-27-2011 at 08:24 PM.
Especially in German culture and art, the depiction of death incarnate, the Sensenmann to say nothing of the Totentanz represent an interesting symbolism of compelling power. The Deschler craftsman who made this badge plainly had this tradition in mind. I wonder who he was, and what he saw beforehand to make this odd little thing that so unnerves us all?
I was in Wien recently, and found a place that makes up medals and placards from a design you hand over. Such used to be quite a fixture in major German towns, as you know. The Deschler people are still operating, and not too far from the locale of some of our readers. One of you should go there and see if they have any records. If I went there, they would likely be very irritated, not answer, and have me pitched out.
Last edited by Friedrich-Berthold; 06-28-2011 at 02:25 AM.
Besides I spend too much time in Munich fighting with stupid people about my hotel bill, merging onto the road to Nuremberg and getting stuck in the Stau, rushing to MUC and the scarfing down Leberkaese before the long flight home, where there is no oxygen in economy class and going into a coma over Greenland....I never have a chance to look around to any good effect, save my forays to the Breiter shop near the Marienplatz, but they are always very shocked when I mention the years 1933-1945.....
Thank you. I am sure the thing is excellent. The one I had always broke and worked half the time, made as it was out of cheapo plastic. I am also bad with recharging batteries. It seems that all one does is recharge batteries and enter pass words, and to what effect?
I appreciate your wise technical aid to the old and infirm. My shakes and twitches increase each day, as the economic recovery stalls, my cholesterol chokes me, and my brain is flummoxed by multi tasking and bad spelling on websites.
My hats would appreciate your expert and skilled care, that is certain.
Happy hats to you all and my your CupAl not corrode any more than necessary.
Some will recall that one person here with a social pathology accused me of using recycled Shea pictures to imitate a senior collector. The hall of mirrors in the fun house, no?
The following is my property, but it is yours, too, since it all tumbles into silly, old Google and becomes one with the firmament...to what end I know not.
Last edited by Friedrich-Berthold; 06-28-2011 at 04:40 AM.