So, here's a story that I can't quite believe - it's simply too, for want of another word, baroque. I've told it before, but the details I've read give it a simultaneously gruesome and tragic flourish.
This is glorious city of Esslingen, near Stuttgart - a magnet for tourists.
In the mid 17th century, Esslingen was a free imperial city, essentially a microstate, albeit one that was on the decline.
The Thirty Years War had devastated the countryside and famine and disease was not uncommon.
Despite this, it enjoyed a commanding presence in the area.
In 1651, a 32 year old lawyer married Ursula Margarethe Schlossberger, from one of the patrician families of Esslingen.
While Daniel Hauff came from no humble background, this marriage was advantageous for him.
Here's their home. Her arms are above the door.
Marrying Ursula, from the patrician class that ruled the city, meant that Daniel could work within the town's ruling and judicial structures.
That may be Hauff's sole motivation in marrying her, knowing what we do now.
Hauff quickly climbed the ranks.
He was seen as a driven individual, although there were whispers and rumours about him. He seemed to struggle internally, holding something at bay.
Eventually, it could be said, he'd lose that battle.
In 1662, over the hills from Esslingen, in the village of Möhringen, a boy called Hans Elsässer was sexually assaulted by an older teenager.
Not knowing how to comprehend it, he claimed to have been subject to witchcraft.
When Hauff heard of this, he had the boy summoned.
Under questioning Elsässer gave Hauff the name of the attacker.
Hans was then taken to be imprisoned, awaiting formal trial.
A tragic detail: his parents requested he be executed straight away - they couldn't pay for his imprisonment, as was custom.
From Han's attacker, Hauff gained a list of other figures from around Mohringen and Vaihingen.
Most were men - somewhat of an outlier in German 'witch' persecutions.
Each was brought to Esslingen and subjected to tortures, in accordance with the law of the Holy Roman Empire.
Now, Hauff was required to be there for the questioning of those accused of witchcraft, but even so, it's said that he took an unusual interest, even pleasure, in the administration of pain.
Once a confession was obtained, each suspect would be hanged outside the city walls.
Now, up until this point, the story is grisly enough.
We have a figure taking an unusual interest in prosecuting male 'witches', taking one horrible incidence of sexual assault to begin a series of prosecutions that literally put the fear of the devil into the region.
Now this is where it gets darker.
The trail of the accused moved from the village of Möhringen and Vaihingen towards Esslingen.
Soon, those within the city walls were being prosecuted, and the station in life of those accused higher and higher.
For all the world, it looked like Hauff was systematically removing any serious opposition to himself, to ascend to the city council.
Gradually members of the patrician fell under Hauff's gaze - and that's when he was suddenly, painfully, forced to retreat to his bed.
Oddly, the council then met to remove him from his position - the poor man was quite ill - and elected another city advocate.
Hauff couldn't much argue - he was dead of his sudden, painful illness days later.
Now, rumours suggest that he was poisoned. I'd err on the side of believing those rumours.
Those same rumours either identify Ursula, Hauff's wife as the culprit - he was, by accounts, not an attentive husband - or the city council.
Some variations suggest both in tandem.
In a rather horrid postscript, the city council couldn't go quashing Haudf's final convictions. Procedures were a German favourite, even back then.
The local authorities in. Tubingen wouldn't allow the executions, so Esslingen appealed to courts in Strasbourg, which did.
23 men and 14 women were sentenced to death by Daniel Hauff.
It's not the biggest witch persecution in the area. Nor does it stand out in terms of the fear it generated among the public.
What gets to me is the banality of it.
Hauff was given the tools by which to indulge his desires - and his drive for power - by local and imperial authority.
Hauff's persecutions didn't draw much ire from the populace until he threatened those same authorities.
His crime was overreaching, it could be said.
Abuse of power? Blind acceptance of authority? Sociopaths thriving within the ruling structures of society?
No parallels we could draw in the present, surely? /FIN
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I've wanted to talk about the 'Gold hats' found in Germany and France over the last few centuries for a while.
Now that they make an appearance at 'The World of Stonehenge', the time has arrived!
The first to be found was in my neck of the woods of Southern Germany, back in 1835 at Schifferstadt, near Speyer. It's considered to be the best preserved of the four in existence.
It dates to between 1300 - 1400 BCE, during the chrinological period known as the 'Bronze Age'.
A few years later, across the French border at Avanton, near Poitiers, another hat was found. This one was a little damaged, and restored before display.
It dates from around the same age range as the Schifferstadt hat.
This afternoon, I saw an acquiantance having achieved something I've long dreamed of, but never managed to achieve.
The bubbling emotions made me think about the grief and resentment that can follow an ADD diagnosis. (🧵)
After the initial relief that most of us who have been diagnosed have experienced, there's quite often a period of tremendous grief that follows.
Considering that most diagnosed - both women & men - are so in their 30s/40s, this can be incredibly disruptive.
In my case, it put into sharp relief the signposts by which we chart the course of a 'successful' adulthood - career, a partner, children, a financial safety net.
To be in your late thirties, and become acutely aware of just how 'behind you're lagging' can feel devastating.
Having played a bit of @ExpeditionsGame, I've been more interested in understanding at what my immediate surroundings were like at the time of the Roman Empire.
So, I decided to find out...
First things first - if I woke up sometime in the late first century, not only would I find myself in the middle of expansive forests, but I'd be on a frontier - the Roman province of Germania Superior, on the 'Limes', or imperial border.
The 'Limes' were a wood and earthen border stretching across what is now Germany from Nordrhein-Westfalen to Bayern.
Regular watchtowers and forts would guard the border from the possibility of raiding Germanic tribes.
So I'm now living by myself - pretty much for the first time as an adult. Prior to now I've either been in cohabiting long-term relationships or married.
I gotta say, it's quite a trip - and has made me think a lot about, well, what I'm doing with my life.
For many, many years, I felt like I needed to care for others - that if I wasn't effectively tending to someone else, I was wasting my time.
This, I think, was a compensatory move to offset my (undiagnosed) ADD - I may be hard work, but at least I was trying.
Living by myself, I find that there's so much time that I have that I never noticed before. I must have been running myself really ragged!
So, almost to comfort myself, I end up doing chores, cleaning things, throwing things out - even if it ends up being exhausting.
Some interesting things I came across during a walk through the 'Filder', an area south of Stuttgart - a short thread.
These are 'Neidköpfe' - carved heads placed on the eaves of buildings to keep evil spirits away in the 17th century. I found them on a house in the village of Bonladen.
Under the eaves of the Martinskirche in Plieningen I found these Romanesque carvings - around 800 years old. They depict biblical stories and lives of saints.