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Marie Jahoda über die elterliche Wohnung Wien 3., Seidlgasse 22/III/11 In der Seidlgasse 22 haben wir im dritten Stock eine relativ große Wohnung gehabt. Da gab es das Schlafzimmer meiner Eltern, ein großes Speisezimmer und dann waren da ein Kinderzimmer, ein Kabinett, ein Badezimmer, eine Küche, ein kleines Zimmer für die Hausgehilfin und große Vorzimmer. Wissen Sie, die Zimmer in den Häusern in Wien waren alle so groß, mit doppelten Türen, und in dem Speisezimmer war Raum für einen Klavierflügel und Bücherkasten und Kredenz. Stefanie Engler und Brigitte Hasenjürgen: Biographisches Interview mit Marie Jahoda, in Marie Jahoda: »Ich habe die Welt nicht verändert«. Frankfurt/Main–New York: Campus Verlag 1997, S. 101–169, hier S. 103–104. In the early years, bringing up four small children in a third floor flat without a lift demanded all my mother’s [i.e. Betty Jahoda, née Propst] physical strength, even though up to the First World War, two domestic helps lived in. She did all the shopping and cooking, made all the household decisions, organised the annual two-months’ summer vacation – a veritable exodus to rented houses where my father [i.e. Carl Jahoda] visited over weekends and for his own one-week holiday. And then we got in the winter months, simultaneously or in quick succession, a whole series of children’s diseases: whooping cough, chicken pox, measles, not to speak of ear infections, flu, colds, bruises. No washing machine, no central heating, a coal-fired stove in the kitchen, stoves covered in ceramic tiles in the other rooms; no telephone until about 1919 (?) and no refrigerator but in the hot summers, a huge ice-block was delivered, which had to be hacked into pieces for the ice-box. The sharp contrasts of the continental climate made every change of season a major household event. Carpets were rolled up or put down, curtains changed, feather pillows between the double windows put in or put away, tapestry in front of the window edges hung or removed (lambrequins?), everybody’s outfit put in or out of mothballs. How she managed it all, I cannot imagine. We all survived on a comfortable middle class standard. Marie Jahoda Albu: Reconstructions. [Keymer, Sussex: Published by the author] 1996, S. 12. © Reinhard Müller -- Graz, im Oktober 2006 |
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