SUNDAY MEMORIES
Judy Wills

I’ve mentioned Frau Katie before (September 1, 2013), and how we came to love her as part of our family. She was such an important part of our lives when we lived in Wiesbaden, Germany. I also mentioned in that blog, that she came to visit us when we lived in San Antonio, Texas. We wrote many letters back and forth to arrange a time for her to visit. She also had some other friends in the States to visit, so she would be with us for one week, then she would move on to visit her other friends. The time was set – May of 1973.

Frau Katie with Judy, Karen and Janet.
Along the River Walk in San Antonio, Texas
Katie began asking what she could bring us from Germany – to remember our time there, as well as a remembrance from her. I don’t remember just what I told her to bring for me – I just wanted her presence with us again. But I distinctly remember that I flippantly told her to bring Fred “a Mercedes Benz!”
Well, she did just that!! Isn’t it a beauty? All those moving parts…….

Fred has had such fun with that little car, and it sits on our bedroom dresser where he/we can see it every day. Our older grandson always enjoyed playing with it when he came to visit. I’m sure our younger grandson will do the same. I’m not sure he’s discovered it yet.
In spite of the fact that I didn’t really ask for anything from Katie, she brought me a lovely present anyway. It is the 1973 Hummel plate.

I have always enjoyed the Hummel figurines I have, but this is really special. Somewhere along the line I was told that this year’s plate (1973) had something unique about it……..but for the life of me I can’t remember what it was!
In any case, I have it on a easel in our dining room side board, and enjoy looking at it. And I always think of Frau Katie and her generosity when I look at it.







Rita and I decided to go to Panera’s for a treat. There after a lot of discussion, we finally decided to have pecan braids. The server placed our pastries on two large platters and gave us each a table knife, a fork, and a napkin. We filled our clear, plastic glasses with ice, I grabbed a handful of butter packs, we finished off the half n’ half pitcher and heard the ice crackle as the hot coffee poured over it. We took several sugar packs, and settled into a small booth. I didn’t know how to eat the pecan braid properly, so I mixed preference and the tools at hand and cut off small portions with knife and fork and buttered each one to eat with my fingers. Rita did the same. I hoped it was close to correct.















