Careful, hot, shouted the sturdy village blacksmith in his element.
The village of Krum slowly awoke from its hibernation.
Many a young farmer yawned from waiting at the entrance to the forge.
Ignatius really wanted to lend a hand and stand by the blacksmith’s side. At the age of five, of course, that wasn’t possible.
At that moment Johann, the father of little Ignatius, stepped into the group.
It was fine with the father that Ignaz, as he called his youngest child, was interested in the blacksmith’s trade.
Johann and his wife Adelheid had seven children.
The firstborn should get the court. The five girls, they hoped, would marry rich farmers.
If the youngest would learn the craft of the blacksmith, then everyone would be well looked after.
Man thinks and God directs.
Johann, your Ignatius will definitely be a capable blacksmith one day.
Of course, Ignatius brings it with him today, gelled and sharpened. Tomorrow you can plow through your field with it.
Johann went his way. His cattle had to be fed.
The waiting farmers talked about the political situation in their region.
To the northwest of Krum bordered the Lutheran Königsberg in Bavaria with its other laws.
No farmer dared to lease fields in the enemy corridor.
That’s why there were always heated discussions.
Krum had been in Bavaria since Napoleon. The borders of Bavaria had taken Franconia. Franken was now one of them.
Nevertheless there were individual enclaves.
The Duchy of Saxe-Coburg Gotha also determined events in the Lutheran Königsberg.
With great respect, on both sides, the peasants only met a few hundred meters away.
Catholics never married evangelicals.
It was just inconceivable.
Yes, it happened to Johann’s brother anyway. He fell in love with a girl from nowhere. You evangelical. He’s a Catholic. A riot could not be prevented in both families. Franz set out with his wife and arrived in Bremerhaven. They emigrated to America immediately after getting married. Nobody in the US

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