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Strauch, Dora; Brockmann, Walter / Satan came to Eden
(1936)

Chapter I: The end of one life,   pp. 1-17


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had no quarrel, and that he had given me everything I had ever 
asked of him. 
  It was with great fear and misgiving and with a feeling of painful 
suspense that I left for Dr. Ritter's home in Wollbach on a May 
day in 1929 to meet his wife and his mother. At the same time, 
he and I were to discuss our final preparations for our migration. 
  I took along a large array of dresses but I did not wear them. 
It was Dr. Ritter's wish that I disguise myself as a man in order 
to escape identification. I was delighted at the success with which 
I passed for a youth, and both Frederick and I enjoyed my per- 
formance in this r6le. 
  The coldness with which Frau Ritter first received me wore 
off, and soon she was almost as enthusiastic over our plans as I 
myself. We even prevailed upon her to fall in with my plan that 
she should take over my now abandoned household and try and 
like my husband. I was beside myself with joy as the last obstacle 
to our venture seemed to have been removed. The Ritter relatives 
raised great objections and implored Frederick to postpone his 
going, at least long enough to put his ideas into writing before he 
left. But he paid no attention to all of this. 
  Frederick's mother was charming. It was quite natural that she 
should at first have been reluctant to have her son take me to see 
her, but no sooner had we met than she embraced me lovingly, 
and we both wept a little. 
  I returned to Berlin, leaving Frederick still busy packing and 
making final preparations to leave his home in Wollbach for the 
distant Galapagos. It remained to me to break the inevitable news 
to my own parents. They were pained and shocked. My mother, 
however, with an understanding for which I shall always be more 
grateful than I can say, promised to use all her influence to console 
my husband and Frau Ritter, to keep in touch with them and help 
them both in every way. My father suffered terribly at the thought 
of losing me, perhaps forever. I was his favorite child, and his 
habitual depression always lifted while I was within reach to smile 
at him and say a cheering word. I knew that it was he who, in the 
end, would miss me most. It was curious that he had never liked 
Dr. Ritter, not even in the beginning when I had once wanted the 


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