The problem with writing about something that happened 42 plus years ago is that some things are remembered better than others. For this post, I don’t remember much. So, I am just going to put up some pictures and a few thoughts for the sake of completeness.
I also have to admit that I don’t recall the exact route the tour took. As best as I can figure from looking at the map of our destinations, we left Prague and went to Heidelberg, Germany. I have a number of pictures at Heidelberg overlooks. In Heidelberg, we visited what I noted as, “Palatine Electors Castle.” I don’t remember anything about that castle.
Looking at the picture below, can you tell where we went next?
Sometimes when one is on a tour, there are attractions which are only seen through a bus window. This location above is in Salzburg, Austria where the “Sound of Music” was filmed. The mansion was pointed out either through the window or at a short stop, and I quickly snapped a photo.
“The Sound of Music” was one of my favorite films growing up. One year, when I was young, I asked to go see “The Sound of Music” at the movie theater for my birthday present. Back then, we had two theaters – the Granada and the Avalon. We hardly ever went to the movies.
I got my wish, and one afternoon my mom took me to see the movie. However, when she pulled up to the theater, “The Sound of Music” wasn’t on the marque. Rather, it was “Dr. Zhivago.” “Oh my!”, my mom said. “I must have gotten the theaters mixed up.” Fortunately, the theaters weren’t too far from each other, and we made it in time. My mom had a lot on her mind raising six kids.
I do recall one other memory from my time when I was actually in Austria. As our bus was traveling down the highway, I saw a sign for “Graz.”
Graz is where my grandma, my mother’s mother, was born in 1898. In 1906, she left Graz along with her mother and sister. They came to St. Louis to join her father as he had come a few years earlier to work as a carpenter for the 1904 World’s Fair.
I looked at that sign for as long as I could. Which was probably just a few seconds. I’m so close, I thought. So close to my roots. I wished I could stop, take a detour, and see the city whose name I’ve heard a hundred times. But, of course, I couldn’t.
The bus sped along down the highway, keeping to the schedule for our next destination.
La prossima tappa è l'Italia, David!