(I guess you could call this The Tuesday Prude Plus One. Because—Wednesday and all that)
As of last Friday we’re married 32 years. I thought dinner at a nice restaurant on a lake would be nice. My husband thought he would continue the tradition he began in 1986— coming up with something totally unexpected.
“Let’s go to Amana Colonies and stay overnight at a bed and breakfast.”
We stayed here:
Do you know about Amana Colonies? I tried to explain it to my son.
It is one part tourist attraction.
One part “Save our History.”
Two parts of getting on with the practical business of living.
It was settled mid-19th century by German pietists seeking religious freedom. They found what they wanted in lush, quiet, uncrowded northeast Iowa.
450 buildings from those early days still stand in the seven settlements that are known collectively as Amana Colonies.
See? Like these.
The colonies functioned as a commune for decades, which sounds really cool. Unless you have to live in one. By 1932 the good folks still wanted to worship as they felt led but were ready to live more independently.
No, for those who wonder. They aren’t like the Amish.
Well, except that they are (were?) pacifists who value hard work and fine craftsmanship and simplicity and piety. And food. Oh, and they went to church 11 times a week.
Now, don’t you feel like an impious slug?
Maybe at the height of tourist season you can’t walk from the German restaurant to the German beer hall to the toy store to the woolen mill to the German brewery to the locally handcrafted furniture store without side-stepping two hundred walkers and vaulting dozens of children in the throes of tantrums. (There isn’t a water slide or arcade to be had for love or a Deutsche mark.)
You should go to Amana Colonies some day. It’s an oddly satisfying place—fully twenty-first century with a semi-transparent overlay on 1855. A totally unexpected place.
Kind of like my husband.
I love how they pronounce “die”! I would probably be silently correcting them each time they said it wrong.
Exactly! All part of the local color, I guess.
Such fun! Congratulations on your anniversary. Next time, let ‘im lick the plate. 🙂
And you know, I don’t think anyone would blink an eye if we (I mean he) did it!
Happy Anniversary! Thank you for sharing photos. I do not know about the Amana colonies. Very interesting.
Thank you! And I always thought the Amana Colonies were like the Amish settlements in Pennsylvania and Indiana. But they are very different!
You have a fun husband — I approve. Btw, that Maypole…this prude tsks. The ribbons are not long enough to really do the do.
Oh, good eye, GW! I think this particular maypole is merely decorative (and probably kept short to keep the more simple-minded tourists from choking themselves). I think in the main town of Amana there is actually a Maypole celebration. Die Heimet is in the town of Homestead.
This looks so fun! I wish I lived a bit closer so I could go there. Belated Happy Anniversary, Anita! I’m glad you and your husband enjoyed your celebration! 😊
I wish you lived closer too! I’d meet you at the colonies and we could catch up over potato pancakes and bratwurst!
That would be delightful indeed! I suppose we’ll have to settle for a date in the new creation, eh? 😊.
I wonder if there’s bratwurst there? 🤔
Goodness. I hope we all won’t need to be vegetarians!