I'm Sorry, Mom (Part 1)
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All right, Fishducky, take it away!
We
have a friend who was a successful practicing psychiatrist. He went
back into the Army when he was in his 50’s so he could serve his
country. Also, because there was no war & the Army took him in as a
full colonel & promised him travel, interesting work & an
excellent retirement. (Iran held 52 Americans hostage from November,
1979 to January, 1981. He debriefed them after their release.) He was
stationed in Frankfurt, Germany when we went to visit him & his
wife.
Germany is an absolutely beautiful country. I don’t think I have ever
seen so many shades of green in one place. I don’t remember too much
about Frankfurt except that there was beer everywhere & that it was
much better than American beer. I also remember that you couldn’t get a
meal without kartoffeln (potatoes).This just popped into my mind—there
was a street fair & an artist was drawing portraits. She had a sign
that translated into “One hour portrait in 5 minutes.”
I
try to buy a little “duck something” as a souvenir when we travel.
Usually I get a tiny figurine. This is what I bought in Frankfurt. It
says, “liebe ist… zusammen die enten zu futtern”—“love is…feeding the
ducks together”.
One
day they drove us on the autobahn to Garmisch-Partinkirchen. I loved
the speed! Bud, not so much. Garmisch is in the Bavarian Alps & is
one of the most colorful places we’ve ever seen. Stores hung an item
next to a sign explaining what type of business it was. A tailor might
hang a replica of a sewing machine under a sign saying “Schneiden”. A
hardware store might have a sign saying “Werkzeuge” and a saw. The ones
that surprised us were the jewelers. Over the door there would be a
watch or a huge ring & the sign would read “Schmuck”. (I’m
surprised I couldn’t find a picture of that.)
The
balconies on the houses were full of flowers. When we were there, they
were mostly geraniums. Many of the houses & shops were painted
with scenes from operas or fairy tales. This one that I took had scenes
from “Little Red Riding Hood”. There is no other word to describe them
except CHARMING!
We
were crossing one of the streets in town when we had to stop to let
these cows pass by. A few minutes later, an old woman came riding in on
a bike. She went right up to the cow in front & starting bawling
her out & shaking her finger in her face. We found out later that
she owned the cows & that every day at the same time she would let
them out to graze. When they were through they would return to the
barn. This day, however, they apparently decided to do some shopping.
Someone apparently told her they were in town & she came to get
them. I don’t speak German, but it wasn’t necessary in order to
understand their conversation. It was like she was talking to her
child, saying, “Do you know how worried I was about you? You could have
been in an accident. Don’t ever frighten me like that again!” The cow
looked directly in her face & mooed—you could almost hear, “I’m
sorry, Mom.” She got back on her bike & rode home, with her cows
following her.
We came back on the QE ll & toured New England & the gorgeous fall foliage, but that’s another story—or two.
Auf wiedersehen----fishducky
All right, Fishducky, take it away!
We
have a friend who was a successful practicing psychiatrist. He went
back into the Army when he was in his 50’s so he could serve his
country. Also, because there was no war & the Army took him in as a
full colonel & promised him travel, interesting work & an
excellent retirement. (Iran held 52 Americans hostage from November,
1979 to January, 1981. He debriefed them after their release.) He was
stationed in Frankfurt, Germany when we went to visit him & his
wife.
Germany is an absolutely beautiful country. I don’t think I have ever
seen so many shades of green in one place. I don’t remember too much
about Frankfurt except that there was beer everywhere & that it was
much better than American beer. I also remember that you couldn’t get a
meal without kartoffeln (potatoes).This just popped into my mind—there
was a street fair & an artist was drawing portraits. She had a sign
that translated into “One hour portrait in 5 minutes.”
I
try to buy a little “duck something” as a souvenir when we travel.
Usually I get a tiny figurine. This is what I bought in Frankfurt. It
says, “liebe ist… zusammen die enten zu futtern”—“love is…feeding the
ducks together”.
One
day they drove us on the autobahn to Garmisch-Partinkirchen. I loved
the speed! Bud, not so much. Garmisch is in the Bavarian Alps & is
one of the most colorful places we’ve ever seen. Stores hung an item
next to a sign explaining what type of business it was. A tailor might
hang a replica of a sewing machine under a sign saying “Schneiden”. A
hardware store might have a sign saying “Werkzeuge” and a saw. The ones
that surprised us were the jewelers. Over the door there would be a
watch or a huge ring & the sign would read “Schmuck”. (I’m
surprised I couldn’t find a picture of that.)
The
balconies on the houses were full of flowers. When we were there, they
were mostly geraniums. Many of the houses & shops were painted
with scenes from operas or fairy tales. This one that I took had scenes
from “Little Red Riding Hood”. There is no other word to describe them
except CHARMING!
We
were crossing one of the streets in town when we had to stop to let
these cows pass by. A few minutes later, an old woman came riding in on
a bike. She went right up to the cow in front & starting bawling
her out & shaking her finger in her face. We found out later that
she owned the cows & that every day at the same time she would let
them out to graze. When they were through they would return to the
barn. This day, however, they apparently decided to do some shopping.
Someone apparently told her they were in town & she came to get
them. I don’t speak German, but it wasn’t necessary in order to
understand their conversation. It was like she was talking to her
child, saying, “Do you know how worried I was about you? You could have
been in an accident. Don’t ever frighten me like that again!” The cow
looked directly in her face & mooed—you could almost hear, “I’m
sorry, Mom.” She got back on her bike & rode home, with her cows
following her.
We came back on the QE ll & toured New England & the gorgeous fall foliage, but that’s another story—or two.
Auf wiedersehen----fishducky
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