Johanna Spyri's Classic Tale of Heidi Comes Alive in Switzerland, Where a Magical Trail Leads You to Her House
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Product: MirrorMumbaiTB PubDate: 27-09-2015 Zone: Mumbai Edition: 1 Page: MMIRSPO1 User: mirror1 Time: 09-26-2015 19:37 Color: CMYK SundayMumbaiMirror 24 WE’RE TOO BUSY THINKING ABOUT OUR APPEARANCES: SUNDAY, SEPTEMBER 27, 2015 LEISURE ZOESALDANAPG 31 WWW.MUMBAIMIRROR.COM/LEISURE [email protected] TRAVEL Going off track PICS: PREETI VERMA LAL Heididorf, Heidi’s original home Preeti Verma Lal [email protected] TWEETS @MumbaiMirror here she sits. A blithe spir- PLAYING HEIDI A portrait of Johanna Spyri it. Not yet 10. Her raven- black hair bristly like coarse hay. The ruffles of her blouse neat. A twinkle sparkling off her black eye. She wears a grin Twhich could have been a wide smile. On the wooden table lies an open AND SEEK book. But her gaze is distracted. She almost looks at me, curious why I have walked into her home in the Johanna Spyri’s classic tale of Heidi comes alive A board at the entrance to the home Swiss Alps. She is Heidi, the girl that author Johanna Spyri strung a two- part story around in 1881: Heidi’s in Switzerland, where a magical trail leads you to her house Years of Learning & Travel, and Heidi Makes Use of What She has Learned. Heidi is not alone in the room. There’s Peter, her best friend, in a blue felt cap and a red scarf snaked hastily walk up to Heidi’s home,” warns eyes more sparkly.” wine, Heidi miniatures, Heidi posters, around his neck. The goatherd looks Nuot Lietha of Davos Klosters “Heidi is fictional. So, how is this Heidi clocks, Heidi tees, Heidi hood- bouncy, the kind who’d rather roll Tourism. her original home?” I blurt out. The ies… the choice is endless. The period kitchen in Heididorf down the slope than read a book. I obey him and begin trudging up. guide, who is in the middle of narrat- A small pathway leads to the Heidi Above the table is a lamp, lit even in Questions, however, run through my ing Heidi’s story to those unfamiliar Alp (Ochsenberg) which is almost a daytime. Heidi’s attic-bedroom has a head like a faulty diskette. Heidi is fic- with the story and the book, stops two-hour trek to 3,645 ft above sea small bed and a doll rocks in a cradle. tional. How come there is an original mid-sentence. “If you look at Johanna level. The 12 illustrated markers on The closet door is ajar and her Heidi home? And that too, a real Spyri’s notes, there’s a drawing of a the trail break the monotony of a Bundner Tracht (a traditional village home? Was I walking up to a histori- house. This house is based on that,” tedious trek. The longer Heidi Trail dress of skirt, apron and jacket) flut- cal abstract? I don’t arrive at a conclu- she explains. starts at Mainefield railway station. ters in the crisp August breeze. The sion — instead, I pant furiously up Apparently, Spyri was inspired to Signs lead visitors through the town, kitchen is sparse but the lower room the cruel incline that has several write Heidi after learning about a girl past Brandis Castle and then to Sculpted cows in the Heidi Village has a cheese hanger and a cold-stor- arrows marking the way to Heididorf. called Marie who lived in ‘Ober Heidibrunnen (Heidi fountain) which age room. This is the 300-year-old Suddenly, at a bend, a white house Rofels’ (now the Heidi village). The was designed by artist Hans Walt in Heididorf, Heidi’s original home, the rises on a mound, as if washed up. author also probably took cues from honour of Spyri. biggest attraction of the utterly tour- Little children giggle by the petting an 1830 story by Hermann Adam von The road to Heidi Alps seems isty Heidi Trail in Switzerland. zoo that had ibex (mountain goats), Kamp. Fans of the book will remem- daunting and my aching legs are not I take a train from Lausanne to Bad the kind Peter herded. Under the ber the pastoral settings of the book ready for the two-hour trek. In Ragaz where a 1948-poppy red bus shade of a tree sits two cows and a and its no wonder that Spyri gets her Heididorf, I sit on a wooden bench which carried mail, once upon a time, calf. Sculpted and painted to near- landscape right. After all, the author, and think of Heidi. Not Shirley waits for me. The driver manoeuvres reality. And finally, I see Heidi’s born in Hirzel in June 1827, had Temple’s version of Heidi in the 1937 the vehicle through vineyards and House. spent many a summer around Hollywood film. Or, the Japanese green landscape as it sputters and The scene replicates Heidi’s life Graubunden area. blonde Heidi. The real Heidi from Heidi and Peter in Heididorf groans at every incline. who, as an orphan, was raised by a I spot a picture of Spyri in the Spyri’s pages who “lay under the I am accompanied by Petra Fausch cruel aunt after the premature death museum above the souvenir shop. heavy coverlid, her cheeks rosy with of Graubuden Tourism, who talks of of her parents, before being shipped The sepia-toned picture, surrounded sleep, her head peacefully resting on the Heidi Trail that opened in 2001 to off to her paternal grandfather’s, who by an oval, wooden frame, captures her little round arm…as if dreaming mark the 100th death anniversary of spent his time being vexed with God. the hint of a smile, as she leans over a of something pleasant”. I am not Spyri and comprises landmarks from This is where Heidi first came to live well cushioned chair. The museum is sure what Heidi dreamt of. But that the book. A few minutes later, the bus with her grandfather and where, as relatively empty although the souve- August afternoon in Switzerland, I screeches into a parking lot. “Carry Spyri puts it so eloquently, “Every nir shop is crowded with tourists know that Heidi and I shared a water. And the backpack. It’s a long day, her cheeks grew rosier and her shopping for Heidi pencils, Heidi beautiful, blue sky. Heidi in Heidiforf.