We went to two in the past couple of weeks, both very different from each other. The first was in Biederbach-Kirchhöf. Fronleichnam or Corpus Christi, a religious holiday, began with a church service and then a procession.
The band members are waiting for the procession to begin.
The various areas of southwestern Germany have their own particular Trachten or traditional dress as is the case in Biederbach.
We didn't attend the service, so before it ended, we followed the flower petals that had been placed by the residents of the town along the street behind the church. Altars were placed at intervals. The petals were in various patterns and designs and were spectacular. Such a lot of work and all laid just that Sunday morning.
The 1st Communion young people stepping gingerly on the flower petals as they follow in the procession.
All in the procession were not young as this lady in traditional dress and hair braided is well into her 80s.
When the ceremony and procession ended we, along with many of the band members, went into the Deutscher Hof, where we go on many a Monday afternoon to meet with a group of friends. We have been going to this Gasthaus for about 25 years. (The many baskets of flower petals had been stored in the Gasthaus' large garage overnight.)
Some of the band members and families inside the Gasthaus. The Wirt, Herr Moser, is behind the bar busily pouring drinks.
A week later (the weekend of 6/7 June), we attended the annual spring Kirchbergfest in Münchweier. People come from all over to enjoy this special weekend which is held over two days. All erected pavilions, booths and stands began beside the Gasthaus Rebstock and wound up the hill past the church to the very top.
The day began around 10 a.m. with the horses being washed before then galloping through the Bach (or brook). We didn't attend this time, but I did last year. Here are a few pictures.
When we arrived at the fest, we just headed up the hill past the Rebstock to an outdoor/indoor facility to join our 90-year old friend, Adolf, for lunch. We sat outside. The sun was hot, but fortunately we did have shade. We got there early enough for a table, but many came later and had to either go inside or sit in the sun.
A sign advertising 11 shots of Schnaps or liqueurs for Euro 15. (about CAD 18.00) You pay E. 10 for the shot glasses and serving board but get that back when they are returned.
The very young also enjoy a fest. This is one of the drink stands found along the way. The litle guy is a bit too young for Schnaps!
Later, we wandered down the hill through the main part of the festival and listened to the band. Every member was playing an accordion: men, women and teens (male and female). Outstanding and wonderful music.
Along the way we ran into people we knew as one always does at a fest. One of those was Hans, the former German cook at the Canadian Forces hospital (CFHE). We had a long talk with him. He still lives in the area. I didn't think to get a picture at that moment. I still remember his great food, such as a turkey dinner, for example. I always had it when it was on the hospital kitchen menu.
Later, Adolf took us on a small tour, but still part of the fest area, stopping for about 45 minutes at a former farm, whose barn is now almost a museum. The farmer stopped farming and, instead, things he had collected or family relics from the past he placed inside.
A good time was had by all!
A typical Schwarzwald babbling brook
I was happy that the fest took place before I was to leave for Nova Scotia for a few weeks. That is coming up shortly.