New Year’s Even German Style

Last night I stayed up reading one of my tomey novels (more than 460 pgs – plus there is a sequel just as large!) and Horst lay sound alseep next to me.  We left our bedroom window open as usual, and the gradual New Year’s jubilee began a  buildup of noise and gunpowder smoke.  Horst awoke, and we stepped out the front door around 10 p.m. to let Meg out.   

The firecrackers had begun shortly after 4 p.m. when the sun had set in the distance.  Later in the evening as we watched, our neighborhood was engulfed with the rumbling and stench of an ensuing battle.  The air was as thick as steam churning forth from a huge antique black kettle busily dissolving the grime from a week’s worth of dirty laundry.  You remember Mammy’s wash kettle from Gone With the Wind!  I could circle my hand, and the fog and smoke roiled around my head.  The fog couldn’t muffle the shish, crack, and boom of the noise, but the vivid colors were subdued, slightly, by the low visibility. 

Upon our return to the bedroom upstairs the window was promptly closed, and as we lay in bed tucked beneath our still warm feathers we chuckled and marveled at the money that was going up in smoke. 

Our entire neighborhood continued to rumble with the sounds of battle, as cannons and soaring rockets were added to the fray.  Later, a grand crescendo burst forth around 11:55 p.m.  A short while later, the frenzied blaze of bottle rockets, aerial shells, common firecrackers, sidewinders, and the battle cries of hollers and whoops of joy began to die.  At last, around 12:30 a.m. the neighborhood was peaceful once again.  

 I had to wonder if this was the way a subdued warrior nation vented their lust for guns, cannons, blood and guts.  After all, don’t our own southern gentlemen spend months gearing up for Civil War reenactments?  Ah, men, their games, and expensive toys.  It is all such an enigma. 

I suppose next year we will need to decide to join the gun battlements or simply crank up the white noise and pray for sleep.  We’ll see. . .

Until Later –  Happy New Year, and may our Gifting God supply you with abundant blessings far beyond your wildest dreams, passels of good victuals, along with peace and happiness to enjoy it all.

Know that you are always on our mind and ever in our prayers.

Horst and Paula


4 Responses to “New Year’s Even German Style”

  1. Good looking blog, very professional. Enjoyed the read and looking forward to more. :o)

  2. Hey Cuz,

    Enjoying your blogs. I’m sure your English teachers would be proud.

    Sounds like Germany celebrates New Years much more than West Texas.

    Love ya,

  3. Love the blog and I could see you getting all gussied up doing a re-enactment!
    Happy 2010 to you both!!!


  4. Ed Gerhardt Says:

    good looking blog, I hope you will be putting together some good stories to go with it.

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