The Pigs Take A Train


My wife was visiting family in Germany and sent  picture of a clipping from the local newspaper regarding the famous Lippstadt pigs that I made the focus of one of my early blog posts in November 2014. The pigs it seems, had gone missing again but been found.

Her translation of the article tells the story: “The three Lippstadt pigs were abducted by students and found in Hamm. Well, the article says that the pigs were partying big time and got into the train by themselves. The mayor of Lippstadt was informed about the sighting of the Lippstadt pigs in the Hamm market and came to pick them up. All’s well that ends well!”

It is less than half an hour between the two communities by train, and it is conceivable the pigs might decide to go on their own – but they have no money, so I think they had help.

The November 2014 post is below for your entertainment.


Every family has certain traditions that have developed over the years. Frequently they are small, sometimes silly, things that don’t mean much but are fun to have. In our family one of those rituals involves having your picture taken with the pigs in Lippstadt, Germany, my wife’s ancestral home.

The pigs in question are public art of a sort. There are three of them, on wheels, usually found on the main street, the Langestrasse, to the delight of children and their parents. They are both big enough and small enough to sit on and are joined together by a rope. If you like you can pull them to a different part of the street, with or without passengers.IMG-20140720-00273

So I was distressed to receive an email in June from my vacationing brother-in-law saying that the pigs were missing. He had looked not only on the Langestrasse but on the side streets – he sent me a map showing where he had looked.

I looked online, and found lots of tourists’ pictures of the critters, but no information as to their whereabouts.

My brother-in-law asked his aunt, who knows everything about Lippstadt. She hadn’t noticed the pigs’ absence. Well, I suspect she probably had, she doesn’t miss anything, but she sees them as just pigs, they don’t hold the same fascination for her that they hold for the rest of the family.

Aunts and uncles though exist to fulfil the wishes of their nieces and nephews (and if my niece is reading this I am speaking metaphorically, don’t get your hopes up). So if the pigs weren’t in their usual haunts, someone must know what had happened. If the children (who are all adults) were concerned then their aunt must act. She contacted the authorities.

Turns out the pigs hadn’t been stolen, which is something we had considered as a possibility. They were at the vet, or whatever the equivalent when you are a wooden pig on wheels. They were back in place when we visited in July.










One comment

  1. Sandy Davidson · · Reply

    Ah. Students no doubt recognized the appropriateness of taking pigs to the Hamm market.

    I had a German friend who used to live in Hamburg. He got tired of being teased as a “Hamburger”, so moved to Frankfurt.

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