This is not about a waltz by Johann Strauss called Tales from the Vienna Woods. It’s about our lively friends who live in Vienna. We knew Maria in college when we were students, and she was the Fulbright scholar teaching German. In 1982 we visited her in Vienna. By then she had married Franz, and they had three sons. The photo shows all but me. Note that everyone else posed nicely, but baby John $ was camera shy even then.
They are visiting us for a few days, and we are filling the gaps from the last 35 years. I was delighted with a story Maria told on herself, and if she gives her permission, I’ll relay it. [Permission received.]
It seems there was some concern that she would not be able to understand Southern speech, since Europeans learned English with a British accent. It was decided that she should be thrown into the culture before going to our college. For eight weeks she lived with a farming family in Alabama, a family that raised chickens and grew cantaloupes and watermelons. Because the cantaloupes went to market, they were never allowed to eat any. Watermelons were sold, too, but the family ate some every day. The farmer used a huge knife to cut slices for them to eat outside, and the chickens were there underfoot to eat all the black seeds the people discarded.
Maria could not understand the thick accents of the parents and the children. One day they sat down at the table to eat, and the farmer repeated the same words he said every day at mealtime. She figured it had to be a prayer, considering the setting. He was saying, “Oh Lord, hep us to….”
Maria said, “After I got that, I could understand most of the things they said.”
This morning Franz and Maria walked with us to the creek, and I took the usual photo to prove they had gone with us.
I’m glad you had time to catch up with old friends. I’m sure you had much to talk about!!
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What a lovely bonding with your friends.
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Fun story. We grow older but some friendships endure. Nice that you got the opportunity to catch up.
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They look like a great group. I see you are like me and avoid the picture taking for the most part. It is always wonderful to meet up again after many years.
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We’ve had a wonderful time and will hate to see them leave.
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What a great opportunity. I think you run a bed and breakfast!
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Yes, we run a bed, breakfast, bathroom, lunch and dinner outfit. Our guests bring great blessings.
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I’m booking a room!
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We’ll include touring service for you.
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🙂
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So nice to have great friends from so many years ago. Must be fun both reminiscing and sharing current stories!
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There is nothing like time spent with friends of long standing. Perhaps it’s because our underlying values are similar.
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It is always such a blessing to spend time with friends! Looks like you had a wonderful time.Love the Maria story!
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They had so many stories that I couldn’t begin to write another one. They are swirling around in my head.
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I had to laugh. When Russ and I first moved to Alabama, we had the same problem. He went to a flea market, excuse me, “trade day”, to sell excess stuff we’d brought with us and he came home shaking his head. He said, he couldn’t understand what these folks were saying to him, their accents were so strong, and then he adds and the problem is “they didn’t understand me either!’ I had experienced the same thing interpreting for the nurses there. Finally, I had to explain to one nurse who had gotten annoyed and frustrated with me that, “I may have to ask you to repeat things more than once until I get used to your southern drawl”, She chuckled and after that we were friends but “oh my! It was hard for us too. I remember some woman talking about pie-ants and what she meant were pants! all y’all, fixin to, you-inses, and we didn’t know he/she being “a mess” was not necessarily bad. When my cousin’s husband’s truck quit on them, my cousin said “it laid down”. Yes, it’s a whole different world out there, not to mention the sayings… That’s a whole ‘nother story.
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You brought back some fun memories. After living in NY for 50 years, I now put a t in winter.
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Anne
What lovely experiences. Who is the lady in the photo then ?
Susie
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Maria is standing between Franz and John near the creek. In the first photo, Maria is holding John $, while I was behind the camera.
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