Martha Berry’s backyard

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In 1998, I almost became a foreign exchange student. I use the word “almost” because real exchange students generally spend an entire year in a foreign country, attending school and speaking the language of the locals. But when I traveled to Germany fifteen years ago with some other students from Model High School, my experience was somewhat different. The trip only lasted three weeks. And I wasn’t officially a “student,” you see. I just sat around in various classrooms, doodling on pieces of paper and wondering what the people around me were saying. (I can speak German, but I’m not exactly fluent.)

For two weeks, I lived with a wonderful family in Heidelberg. (Or was it Weinheim? I can’t remember now.) The family spoke excellent English and took very good care of me. When I wasn’t using up the oxygen at school, they took me to museums, carnivals, restaurants, and castles. It was one of the greatest experiences of my life.

Since then, we’ve kept in touch.

Wolfgang and Regine, my “German parents,” came to Georgia last week to visit my parents and me. It was their first stop in a long, meandering vacation all over Georgia, Florida, Alabama, Mississippi, and Louisiana. (Their sons, Jochen and Matthias, stayed behind in Germany. They’ve visited before, though. Jochen came here in October, actually. I introduced him to Steak n Shake and all its glorious American cholesterol.)

I’m not a morning person, but I got up early this past Saturday so I could spend the whole day with my German friends. I drove to my parents’ house, half-asleep and barely functioning, and drank coffee with Wolfgang, Regine, and my parents. Then all five of us squeezed into my dad’s car.

If you’re entertaining visitors from another country, you don’t want to bore them to death with Wal-Mart or a neighborhood yard sale. You want to show them a landmark you’re proud of, something grand and noteworthy. So we went to Martha Berry’s house and took a guided tour. It was an incredible place, especially the library, and the gardens outside were mind-bogglingly beautiful. I felt like I had stepped into a Pinterest photo. And the tour guide was witty and charming.

Afterward, we rambled all over the Berry College campus, admiring the elegant stone buildings and almost running over the teenage girls who had flocked there to be photographed in their prom dresses.

From there, we went to my apartment in the backwoods of Chattooga County, so Wolfgang and Regine could see where I live now. Then we headed back to Rome and ate at the Homestead Restaurant (one of the best restaurants on earth) just as a thunderstorm rolled in. After we left the Homestead and went back home, the five of us sat in my parents’ living room for a long time, laughing and telling stories, while the lightning flashed outside and the electricity threatened to sputter out. Around midnight, Wolfgang and Regine told us goodbye and went back to their hotel. I was thrilled to spend the day with them, but I was sad to watch them drive away in the rain.

The next morning, they caught a plane to Florida. They’re in Miami now, I believe.

I apologize if I’ve bored you senseless with all these tedious little details. I’m mainly doing it for my own benefit, so I can remember everything later. I want to preserve this past Saturday, to hold onto it forever, the same way you might press a four-leaf clover between the pages of a book so that you can pull it out and look at it again later.

(I wish I could say I took these photos, but I didn’t. My mother did.)

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23 thoughts on “Martha Berry’s backyard

  1. Not in the least bit boring, Matthew! The pictures are lovely – pinterest lovely, as you said – but it was the reminiscing that I really enjoyed “laughing and telling stories, while the lightning flashed outside and the electricity threatened to sputter out”. Magical! Thank-you so much for sharing! 🙂

  2. Never boring. 🙂 Also you reminded me of a memory of my own. I used to work with a engineer named Shana whose husband was German. Shana and I became dear friends, but then we moved back to Rome from Atlanta and she moved to Connecticut…and we’ve since lost touch. I digress. The memory is that her husband Cord was so enamored with McDonald’s and free soft drink refills in the US. I always thought that was so funny…that those two things were what he loved most about living in the States.

      • I have in the past but couldn’t find them. They’re a pretty private and tech savy duo so I’m sure if they have FB profiles they have them locked down like Fort Knox. But that’s a good idea…I’ll renew my efforts. :))

  3. Oh Matthew, ist was such a wonderful day with you and your parents! We had good luck with our flight, because the thunderstorm over Atlanta Held on and the later Planes could not start on time. Now we are here in Key Largo, remembering you all and hoping you will visit uns soon!!!! Love you So Much!!!!

  4. Hey, Mat,
    Great pictures. I remember the place, too. We’ve been there when I almost got a US exchange student 🙂 .
    You mentioned the homestead restaurant, wasn’t that the place we’ve been to with your parents? That was a really neat place to eat.
    I think I even got rid most of that American cholesterol from steak n shake by now 😉
    Cheers!

    • Hey there! I can’t remember if we ate at the Homestead or not. When you and Matthias and your parents were here (in 2002 or 2003?) I think we went to Longhorn Steakhouse. A baby was crying in the restaurant and Matthias said, “They are preparing the baby back ribs!” And your dad said, “That was cheesy!” …. But we might have gone to Homestead too. I’m not sure.

      I’m glad you’ve gotten rid of that American cholesterol. I need to try and do that, myself!

      Cheers! 🙂

      • Hey, Matt,
        no, I meant in October… but I’ve mixed that up. We’ve been to the Appalachian Grill (food and furnicture were really good).

        Cheers!

      • Yes! That’s right! I had forgotten about the Appalachian Grill. I’m glad you reminded me. How could I ever forget that place? … If you click on “Homestead” in the blog, you’ll go to their page and see a picture of the restaurant. It’s not too far from my parents’ house.

  5. I admire people who can write about themselves and their feelings so casually, as you have done. The more real the people, the better the story. I did not find your post even a bit boring. And the pictures are magical.

  6. That’s cool. I didn’t realize anyone from Model went on a trip to Germany. I was there for a few months with my hubby. He was stationed there when he was in the air force. I went for a visit & we ended up eloping in a little German courthouse in a tiny little village. It’s a beautiful country & I hope to go back someday. Heidelberg is one of the places he took me to. Glad you got to show them some of Rome. 🙂

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