This is the story of a man who grew up in the Habsburg Empire from 1444 to when he passes. It will include details of his life year to year as if living inside the Encyclopidia Waarspite : Habsburg Dynasty AAR. Events in his life will correlate with events that happened in the AAR. But expect to learn many more things not found in the encyclopedia. Things that only a man can tell in his diary.
Jan 24 1458
Mom came home today with a gift for me, a very nice booklet of blank papers she had bought in the market of Vienna. After she told Dad, he got really angry though because it cost her a lot of coins to buy. I like it though, she told me to keep a log of my life, it sounds fun.
I am Albret Schien, born in 1444 in Vienna under the house of Habsburg. My mom is Adele Schien, her father was Albrecht Zangle the court advisor to Archduke Albrecht V. Mom is very proud of her father and family heritage. My Dad is Rudolf Schien, and he is also proud of his family. Dad is a tax collector and makes lots of money. His father was minister of funds to the Archduke. It was through my grandfathers that my parents met.
Life is cold here in Vienna this time of year, I stay at home and read the books mom gives me. I cant stand them really, learning about sciences and literature. I did like the scroll she gave me that told of a far away place called Damman. A place where Austrian tradesmen make mounds of gold coins in trade with exotic merchants of Arabia. It must be fantastic to see. They talk of warm weather all year round and strange animals we do not have here, like camels. I hope one day to go to this place called Damman.
Dad has been upset over the past weeks because of the trouble in the streets of Vienna. Many people are upset over the Great War the Habsburg ruler wages against the Italians. My father is very loyal to the Habsburgs because they pay him well I think. But maybe the people who are upset do not get paid as much? I am not sure yet but I want to find out one day.
Dad doesnít want me to join the army but I think it would be neat when I turn sixteen. I am counting the days, only two more years and I can go explore with the army and see so many places and fight like I hear in the tales in the marketplace. Some of my friends have fathers who are soldiers, they tell of the great adventures their dads have seen. Too bad my Dad isnít a soldier but Mom is glad he isnít and doesnít want me to think about joining the military either. Mom wants me to learn the trade of my father and be a tax collector. How boring though to collect peoples money.
Well, its late, I will blow out the candle and pull the cloth over me now. Goodnight diary.
Painting of Albret Schien at 14 years old. Done as a gift to portray him as a young david, a hero