The Mitteregbauernhof amid steeply sloping meadows - the buildings date back to the 16th Century |
It’s all
very puzzling – particularly to a Londoner, living here in an Austrian village.
Why is
Embach branded Das gröste Bauernhofdorf
Salzburgs – meaning the biggest farmhouse village in the province of
Salzburg? The village isn’t big, the farmhouses aren’t big, nor are the farms
themselves.
Even more
confusing is that local people know the farmers by names quite different to
their own. The names of the farms can’t
be found on any map. And why is it difficult for a local to write these names
down?
For
example Robert Fletschberger is known as The
Soxbauer. Or is it The Sachsbauer or
Socksbauer? Erich Winkler is The Emochbauer or Emachbauer. Martin Scheffauer is The Embachrainbauer, or Embachraenbauer.
Magit
Geisler, a woman farmer who wields a mighty fence post mallet with ease, is the
Grem, or Kräm, or Krem, or maybe
even Chräm. More confusing is Gerhard Weissacher who is The Mittereggbauer but no-one knows him as that. Ask for the Brenner and there is no problem.
The
difficulty with writing these names is that of a dialect which is strong enough
to be so far from the regular German language, that Germans have difficulty
understanding it. The people who can write best in dialect are children whose
SMS messages would defy the Enigma decoding machine.
The farmhouse has arched ceilings in what was the smoking room - the hook was for hanging meat |
The names
go so far back into the past that it is hard to see when they originated.
Farms, though handed down through generations, have also been bought and sold
over the centuries. The Brenner has records going back to the 1760s but the
origins of the name are even older.
Farming in
Embach is mainly a suckling cow business, raising calves for sale. A handful of
the 47 farms in the village also sell milk. Most of the farms have less than a
dozen cows, the biggest has about 70. About 40 are needed to support a family,
so most farms have at least one family member going out to work, fitting the
farming around the employer’s working hours.
The
village sits amid steeply rising meadows, cut for hay to feed the cows in the
stalls during the winter. In summer they are high up on the mountains, bells
a-ringing enjoying the fresh grass and clambering around in the most unlikely,
steep places.
Here lies another tale – the “mythical”
Sennerin, who minds the alm, makes cheese and butter, plays the accordion and
jodels, and possibly has long, blonde, plaited hair. No myth this. This kind of
summer farming is still alive and well here.
Our
farmers have another important task. They care for the landscape. Without them
mowing the meadows, maintaining the forests, hedging, ditching and generally
keeping things tidy, Embach and Austria would not be the attraction it
undoubtedly is.
On a
recent visit to the Provence region in the south of France, the result of
farmers leaving the land was, in many places, obvious: neglected fields full of
weeds, orchards of dead and dying fruit trees, vines collapsing and a dismal
air of decay.
While
there are no EU grants specifically for landscape grooming, grants do take
account of the steepness of the terrain, the need for special machinery to work
the sloping land, and the higher cost of traditional, small-scale,
environment-friendly farming, Embach, without the grants, would not be Das gößte Bauernhofdorf Salzburgs.
It is
still not quite clear what this means – but, hey! Who cares?
Great blog Dad!
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