Random Memories of Germany

14 Feb

Wiesbaden-Part 4




Last time I wrote about our trip in 1970 to the Oberammergau Passion Play.  That trip has remained in our memory with great fondness.

Here are a few more pictures of Oberammergau that we took.  We really loved that town.  This one fascinated me, because the balcony on this house had “cut-outs” of a design.  Never got close enough to really see what they were, but I liked it.  It was a bit of whimsy in my imagination.

And this is the church we saw from our B&B room.  I love those onion-top spires!

And here is the Hansl and Gretl house.  The fresco on the house tells the story.

And here is the Red Riding Hood house.

Since our Karen was only two years old, we left her in Wiesbaden with a couple from our church.  They had a small boy, and the children got along famously.  The husband of the couple was an enlisted military person, and we knew they were struggling a bit with finances.  Therefore, we paid them to care for Karen.  She would need diapers and food, if nothing else.  They initially said they wouldn’t take any money from us, but we told them we would get someone else to watch Karen if we couldn’t pay them for her care.  They finally agreed.  We sighed a big relief, because we knew she would be in good hands with them.

And so, Fred and I were released to travel and see and do things that we would not have been able to do with a small child with us.  Because of that, we had planned our trip to include the Passion Play, and then on into Italy.

One thing that I remember specifically, is that, since we were traveling by car, we had a case of soda in cans in the trunk of the car.  I don’t know whether that trunk had really good insulation or what, but those cans of soda were still COLD by the end of our trip!!  WOW!!

Photo Credit Pixabay

Since this series is about “Random Memories…” I want to tell of a memory of a trip we made to Italy, but not in 1970 (before I forget to mention it again!).  Fred and I made a trip to Italy in 1968 and while on a bus in Rome, the bus had stopped by the American Express office for those of us Americans who needed cash could get what we needed there.  The bus stopped, and our guide stepped out of the bus to handle traffic while we exited the bus ourselves and crossed the street.  Remember now…this was a VERY busy street in Rome, Italy.  All she did was look at the oncoming cars, stepped into the street and point her index finger at them…and they all just…stopped!  I was dumbstruck!  We all made it across the street safely.  WOW!

~~~~~~~~~~To Be Continued~~~~~~~~~~~

Judy is living in Central Florida with her retired U.S. Air Force husband of 50+ years. Born in Dallas, Texas, she grew up in the Southwestern United States.She met her husband at their church, where he was attending the university in her town. After college and seminary, he entered the Air Force, and their adventures began.They lived in eight of our United States, and spent six years in Europe, where their oldest daughter was born. She was a stay-at-home mom for many years .

  Judy has always been involved with music, both playing the piano and singing. Always interested in exercise, she was an aerobic dancing instructor, as well as a piano teacher for many years, and continues to faithfully exercise at home.

After moving to Central Florida, she served as a church secretary for nearly nine years.Her main hobby at this point in time is scanning pictures and 35mm slides into the computer. She also enjoys scrapbooking.She and her husband have two married daughters and four grandchildren, including grandtwins as well as a great-grandson. She and her husband enjoy the Disney parks as often as possible.

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