Like if a baby wasn't thriving, the doctor might take them off milk and feed them weird powders (like dried snake) ground up in water.
Or: if you're Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart, you get the idea in your head that milk isn't good for your first baby and it's going to be water and sugar all the way, and it takes your wife, your mother-in-law and your Dad writing from Salzburg to talk you out of this terrible idea.
(I was reminded of this again when listening to Brandauer recite some Mozart letters.)
Re: wetnurses for rich and noble women: remember, Stratemann provided us with the intel of how this was handled chez Hohenzollern, i.e. there was a selection of women applying for the job made by various court officials, and then SD decided between the final candidates. The one for Ferdinand (which is what Stratemann writes about) was a French Colonel's wife living in Berlin, so thankfully no trip to the countryside was necessary. (Voltaire: indeed not, since according to me, who never saw it at that time, Berlin under FW was a village anyway.) But it really was often the case, and I remember first coming across it in the Angelique novels by Anne Golon.
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Re: Various questions from Mildred
Date: 2021-02-26 06:47 pm (UTC)Or: if you're Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart, you get the idea in your head that milk isn't good for your first baby and it's going to be water and sugar all the way, and it takes your wife, your mother-in-law and your Dad writing from Salzburg to talk you out of this terrible idea.
(I was reminded of this again when listening to Brandauer recite some Mozart letters.)
Re: wetnurses for rich and noble women: remember, Stratemann provided us with the intel of how this was handled chez Hohenzollern, i.e. there was a selection of women applying for the job made by various court officials, and then SD decided between the final candidates. The one for Ferdinand (which is what Stratemann writes about) was a French Colonel's wife living in Berlin, so thankfully no trip to the countryside was necessary. (Voltaire: indeed not, since according to me, who never saw it at that time, Berlin under FW was a village anyway.) But it really was often the case, and I remember first coming across it in the Angelique novels by Anne Golon.