My grandfather was 100% German, both of his parents were immigrants from Germany. Germans are hard workers, I am guessing that the beer loosens them up somewhat, but since we aren't drinkers we didn't have that luxury. :) Love my Grandfather.
I remember taking my grandparents up there with us. The mountains are a beautiful place to be, especially as Fall is starting to make its appearance. The weather is perfect, not too hot or too cool. We dance and eat sauerkraut. I remember my Grandma doing the Chicken Dance with us, we never could get Grandpa out there. That would have taken a few beers.
I love traditions because they help cement the memory in your mind. If we had only gone once or every now and then I probably wouldn't remember as much, but each year reinforced the memory. I remember different things from different years. I love that those memories include my grandparents, especially since it was something that taught me about my heritage. I feel like I know my great-grandparents even though I never met them. I imagine somewhat what their life in Germany must have been like.
I like that my kids get to have some of the same memories and traditions that I had.
Grandpa and Joshua doing the Chicken Dance.
Anne Marie and Grace racing down the Alpine Slide.
Anne Marie, Hannah and Grace dancing.
More Dancing....
And More Dancing.
Hannah on the Alpine Slide.
Caroline bungee jumping.
Hannah and Hailey.
Trina and Caroline.
Crazy crew. Not the cutest pic. but will have to do.
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