These are a few of my favorite things:
F is for Frankenmuth.
You don’t have to be from Michigan to know about Frankenmuth (a Bavarian town just west of the thumb in Michigan). I’m lucky enough to live an hour and a half away. An easy day trip. Although much more fun when we make it an overnight!
|This is probably how the Bavarian Inn looked the first time I was there. Except it probably wasn’t in black and white, but, you know what I mean. ☺|
The first time that I remember going there was after I made my First Communion. My parents, a favorite aunt and uncle, and me (JUST ME!) all spent the day there. I wore my Communion dress and enjoyed the attention and I slipped and fell in my pretty, shiny, new, white patent leather shoes.
I have no pictures from that trip. There must be some out there, but I found this:
|On the back, it says Frankenmuth, Mich. in my very childlike handwriting. We would have gone in 1968 for my First Communion, so it would match up.|
I don’t remember any other trips to Frankenmuth, although I am sure there must have been. My husband and son never really liked the hype, so we didn’t go there as a family. Jamie and I spent the weekend there in the spring that she graduated from high school. I think that planted a seed.
We started going again in the year 2000, when Jamie was in college. My mom and I would drive up and meet Jamie there. Frankenmuth is about half-way between home and the college she attended.
I love how Jamie tells the story in her blog, From My Classroom Window. She chose Frankenmuth for her F-day too.
The three of us cherished our trips to Frankenmuth and it will always be a special memory.
I even took my friend, Brigitte, there when she visited from Belgium. I hope she enjoyed it too!