All day the thick, soft flakes had fallen quietly, covering the blank-faced nymphs and satyrs on Vienna's innumerable fountains; blanketing the bronze rumps of the rearing horses on which dead warriors of the Hapsburg Empire rode forever; giving the trees along the Ringstrasse a spare, Siberian splendor. ~ Eva Ibbotson
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My grandfather was born in 1898 near Vienna. He once told me his grandfather has lifted him up on his shoulders, so that he could see the emperor ride by in his carriage. The family came to America in 1905, and my grandfather served in the American Army during WWI.
That a $1 will get me a cup of coffee!
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