Family and Early Life
Johann Natterer was born on November 9, 1787, as a son of the animal-zoologist Joseph Natterer Sr. and of Maria Anna Theresia Schober (his mother) the daughter of a master baker from Laxenburg. He had a brother (Joseph Natterer, 1776–1852).Joseph Natterer senior of Austria last mounted Falkner had been. When Emperor Franz I dissolved the falconry (Falknerei) in Laxenburg, he bought the collection of Joseph Natterer Sr. This contained numerous domestic birds, mammals, and insects, and Franz I assigned it the further support and the development of the collection.
The collection was brought in 1794 to Vienna and included into the Tiercabinet with the k.k physical-astronomical as well as the Kunstcabinet. The collection was made accessible soon for the public, however without scientific or didactical value. Joseph Natterer Sr. introduced both his sons likewise into the collection and brought to the art of preparing Ausbalgens and chase. His oldest son, Joseph, began his career as a freiwilliger aid and terminated as first Kustos, Johann became in 1808 freiwilliger coworkers.
First, Johann Natterer had attended the Piaristen school; however in 1794, he transferred into the normal school and completed high school (gymnasium) there. From 1802 to 1803, Johann Natterer attended the material academy and heard scientific lectures at the university.
Read more about this topic: Johann Natterer
Famous quotes containing the words family, early and/or life:
“Being so wrong about her makes me wonder now how often I am utterly wrong about myself. And how wrong she might have been about her mother, how wrong he might have been about his father, how much of family life is a vast web of misunderstandings, a tinted and touched-up family portrait, an accurate representation of fact that leaves out only the essential truth.”
—Anna Quindlen (b. 1952)
“I do not know that I meet, in any of my Walks, Objects which move both my Spleen and Laughter so effectually, as those Young Fellows ... who rise early for no other Purpose but to publish their Laziness.”
—Richard Steele (1672–1729)
“Here lies the body of William Jones
Who all his life collected bones,
Till Death, that grim and boney spectre,
That universal bone collector,
Boned old Jones, so neat and tidy,
And here he lies, all bona fide.”
—Anonymous. “Epitaph on William Jones,” from Eleanor Broughton’s Varia (1925)