I'll Do Better #37
My Axe Falls
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When I stepped out of the Weinreider house, the sun warmed me. It was a glorious day of the sort that nothing could dampen a girl’s spirits.
The Centenary festivities were taking place in the largest open area of the winery, where the family was working on the final setup tasks. A traditional Oompah band arrived by coach; the musicians decanted laughing and joking, wearing traditional lederhosen short pants with bibs and straps, and they had beautiful edelweiss flowers embroidered on black polo shirts.
They looked cool in an Alpine, Germanic way, but more importantly, their presence, along with the hearty laughter, joking, and friendly welcomes surrounding them, added gravitas to what would be an exciting day.
A small fairground was set up in a field that was now barred because it was reserved for the evening’s entertainment. Under tarpaulin covers, I saw pretzel stands, cotton candy, burger, and bratwurst stalls, and among the rides, there was a .22mm target shooting stand that I would have to try.