{"id":12769,"date":"2013-02-08T22:26:42","date_gmt":"2013-02-09T06:26:42","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/barbarafalconernewhall.com\/?p=12769"},"modified":"2013-02-08T22:26:42","modified_gmt":"2013-02-09T06:26:42","slug":"real-snow-in-minnesota-and-real-warm-in-my-real-austrian-walkjanker","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/server.stagingweb3.net\/barbarafalconernewhall\/real-snow-in-minnesota-and-real-warm-in-my-real-austrian-walkjanker\/","title":{"rendered":"Real Snow in Minnesota . . . and Real Warm in My Real Austrian Walkjanker"},"content":{"rendered":"
\"Snowplow<\/a>
A snowplow cleared snow — tried to — from the driveway of the Eden Prairie, MN, Community Center. Jon and I and the kids went there every day during our visit to Minnesota so we could work off the meals we sampled during auditions for our May rehearsal dinner. Photo by BF Newhall<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n
\"Writer<\/a>
My vintage, preindustrial Austrian Walkjanker finally got to strut its thermal stuff. Photo by Jon Newhall.<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n

By Barbara Falconer Newhall<\/em><\/p>\n

My genuine Austrian Walkjanker had hung forlornly at the far end of a plastic garment bag\u00a0for decades. It had no place to go.<\/p>\n

Till my son got engaged to a Minnesota girl.<\/p>\n

A classic Walkjanker, just so you know, is a traditional, no-nonsense Austrian winter jacket of real wool. It\u2019s densely knit and, using an ancient, pre-industrial technology known as Walke in German and fulling<\/a> in English, it is aggressively soaked, heated, beaten and shrunk until it’s two-thirds its original size and the scales on the wool fibers have loosened and hooked on to each other. The finished fabric is as thick and stiff and impenetrable as a slab of berber carpeting.<\/p>\n

It\u2019s a garment so old-timey and so Old World that even Google can’t find you more than a couple photos of the real thing.<\/p>\n

I bought my Walkjanker in Austria during a mid-century stint as a nanny in Salzburg. I saw the loden green, dark red and teal blue garments everywhere in Salzburg \u2013 in the adorable shop windows on the Getreidegasse and on the backs of the (to me) sophisticated, old-worldly<\/p>\n

\"The<\/a>
Jon and I have visited Minnesota several times, but have gone home each time disappointed at the snowless landscape. This trip we were pummeled by a snowstorm\u00a0 at the Eden Prairie Community Center. Photo by BF Newhall<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n

young Austrians I spotted on the town\u2019s narrow sidewalks. I wanted some of that authentic, continental je ne sais quoi<\/em> for myself, so I sprang for a Walkjanker of my own.<\/p>\n

\"Snow<\/a>
At the community center, even the trash cans looked great with their dusting of brand new snow.<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n

My Walkjanker (say valk-YAHNK-ehr) cost me a pretty penny \u2013 twenty or thirty dollars, a fortune for a young student at the time. (Today they’ll still cost you \u2013 199 Euros, which comes to $269.) But it was worth it to me. I was now the owner of something truly and authentically Austrian.<\/p>\n

My Janker is loden green, a unisex affair with buttonholes down the front on both sides of the opening so that you can string your buttons on a ribbon and button them onto the left or right side depending on your sex.<\/p>\n

It gets plenty cold in Austria; you can\u2019t throw too much wool at a winter day in the Tiro<\/a>l. Which means my souvenir coat has what it takes to resist wind, snow and even a light drizzle. But I’ve held on to my Walkjanker all these years, not because it’s practical, but because I\u2019m so sentimentally attached to it. It reminds me that I was — and on most days still am — an adventuresome soul.<\/p>\n

Trouble is, I’ve nowhere to go in my Walkjanker. I live in San Francisco\u2019s East Bay, where a severe winter\u2019s day is 45 degrees and foggy. I don\u2019t ski any more. And my trips home to Michigan<\/p>\n

\"Fat
Fat snowflakes fell at the entrance to the community center. Photo by BF Newhall.<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n

are always in summertime, when the blueberry bushes are green and Lake Michigan is swimmable.<\/p>\n

Also, sad to say, my berberish Walkjanker makes me look, well . . . plump. As plump and round as a\u00a0<\/em>potato dumpling<\/a><\/em>.<\/p>\n

And so it was that a couple of weeks ago, while packing for a trip to Minnesota to audition rehearsal dinner restaurants with Peter and his fianc\u00e9e, I spotted my beloved Walkjanker waiting<\/p>\n

\"Last
We got to see a garden, beautifully dormant in winter, at Chanhassen, MN. Photo by BF Newhall.<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n

patiently at the far end of its garment bag. I thought, it\u2019s now or never for that dear old vintage thing.<\/p>\n

Here was my chance to put my genuine Austrian Walkjanker to the test in a genuine Minnesota winter. It was also my chance to show off my interesting past and my interesting taste in clothes to the kids.<\/p>\n

I folded the thing in half and pressed it into a carry-on suitcase. Unlike Jon\u2019s high-tech down jacket, which we rolled up and stuffed into a corner of his bag, my preindustrial Walkjanker took up the better half of our carry-on.<\/p>\n

Two days later there I was, ankle deep in real Minnesota snow wearing my real Austrian Walkjanker.<\/p>\n

As warm and round as a potato dumpling.<\/p>\n

More stories about Peter and his fianc\u00e9e at “I’m the Mother of the Groom — Now What Do I Do?”<\/a>\u00a0 and\u00a0 “Time to Crack Open My Hope Chest and Live a Little.”<\/a><\/em><\/p>\n

\"Loden<\/a>
My Walkjanker has buttons fashioned after a 15 Kreuzer 1686 Saint Rudbertus of Salzburg coin. Two sets of buttonholes make it possible to place the buttons on the\u00a0 left or right, depending on the sex of he wearer.<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n

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\"Snowplow<\/a><\/p>\n

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My authentic Austrian Walkjanker jacket has hung forlornly at the far end of a plastic garment bag for decades. It had no place to go till my son got engaged to a Minnesota girl — and I had a chance to show it a good time on a snowy weekend in Minneapolis.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":12802,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[10],"tags":[34,868,869,870,55,82,31,871,475,872,873],"class_list":["post-12769","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-a-case-of-the-human-condition","tag-dont-miss","tag-eden-prairie-mn","tag-low-fashion","tag-minnesota-snowplow","tag-family-stories","tag-on-the-funny-side","tag-photo-ops","tag-salzburg","tag-snow","tag-travel-adventures","tag-walkjanker"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/server.stagingweb3.net\/barbarafalconernewhall\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/12769","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/server.stagingweb3.net\/barbarafalconernewhall\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/server.stagingweb3.net\/barbarafalconernewhall\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/server.stagingweb3.net\/barbarafalconernewhall\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/server.stagingweb3.net\/barbarafalconernewhall\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=12769"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"http:\/\/server.stagingweb3.net\/barbarafalconernewhall\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/12769\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/server.stagingweb3.net\/barbarafalconernewhall\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=12769"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/server.stagingweb3.net\/barbarafalconernewhall\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=12769"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/server.stagingweb3.net\/barbarafalconernewhall\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=12769"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}