On Saturday, we were great big crazy tourists. We decided that before we left Germany, we needed to have an outrageously German cuckoo clock. With this wild hair up our butts, we went off to the Black Forest on a bit of a quest.
Don’t worry, it was educational. The kids learned the mechanics of how bellows make the bird cuckoo.
Our quest was torn between Jägermeister traditional like this one with the deer head, Black Forest dancers, and dead pheasant and rabbit…
…and a completely outrageous one like this that not only had the guys drinking beer at the table (a must for TS&WGH), band on the balcony, faithful mountain dog looking on, log water-trough, etc., but also the long suffering Frau who shakes her head in frustration twice an hour. Maybe something along the lines of this time waster I made to torture my husband.
I was side-tracked by a collection of reproduction clocks which actually bordered on charming:
Ultimately, TS&WGH brought me back in focus by reminding me that we would never have a house in which a cuckoo clock would actually be part of the intentional decor. No quaint cottage or lodge house or library for smoking cigars and drinking brandy.
OK then, let’s look at the beer drinkers again!
We considered this one for a looooong time. The guys hoist their beers, children dance on the balcony, AND the Bierfraulein brings out another round! To top it off, the other side of the house has a May Pole and an outhouse. In the end though, it was just too Bavarian. Of our nearly 12 years in Germany, only 3 were in Bavaria, so we needed something more generic.
How we walked away without buying this Fliegenpilz and gnome clock is a mystery. Just not “cuckoo-clock-y” enough I guess. Oh, and the gnomes don’t have any beer.
I DO know why we didn’t get this one:
Ultimately, we bought the house that we’ve seen in most every scenic valley south of Frankfurt we’ve driven through. That the guys are on a teeter-totter cracked me up. It took a while before we noticed that they had sticks stacked with pretzels in their other hands too! No Bierfraulein, but we switched out the Black Forest couples on the balcony for dancing kids, and replaced the brassy pine cone weights with more rustic wooden ones. It’s not as outrageous as the first one, but there’s no doubt we’ve been to Germany now!
And you’ve got to check out what we did on the way home!