Thanksgiving found Ursula and me in San Antonio visiting our very good friends and former next door neighbors Kathy and Gary Burkholder and Kathy’s mother, Mrs. Florida, who was also visiting. And what an incredible and fun visit it was. For once I was relegated to sous chef status, gladly relinquishing executive chef duties to Kathy. Together, we came up with some pretty good chow, I do believe. Throw in Ursula’s famous homemade cranberry sauce made with Grand Marnier and nobody leaves the table hungry.
Gary had to work on the Friday after Thanksgiving, so Kathy, Ursula, Mrs. Florida and I took drive up to the quaint town of Fredericksburg—an old German settlement that seems lost in time, pleasantly stuck in that marvelously nostalgic period of small town America dating between the late 1800s to the Roaring ’20s. One half expects Robert Preston (The Music Man) to come marching down the street at any moment, proudly leading seventy-six trombones in the big parade.
Fredericksburg also has the distinction of being the home of the National Museum of the Pacific War. If that seems odd, considering Fredericksburg’s distance from salt water, it shouldn’t. Fredericksburg’s most famous resident was Admiral Chester W. Nimitz (for whom the Nimitz class aircraft carrier was named).
Another adventure was our nighttime excursion to view the Christmas lights along the famous San Antonio River Walk. If you’re in San Antonio during the holiday season, this is simply a must-see event. Bring your camera and study up on available light photography. You’ll be glad you did.
This particular evening we also stumbled upon a wedding party. The happy bride was very gracious in allowing me to take a quick snap of her, all smiles and absolutely resplendent in her magnificent wedding dress.
But what would a Wicker travelogue be without the pictures? Boring, that’s what. So, don’t be bored. Here you go: