I first encountered the United German Hungarians’ Cultural Group two years ago. I was sitting at a table with my family during Maifest at the Cannstatter. The group took the stage and began to do a partnered folk dance. I was struck by the grace of the dancers, the beauty of the music and the traditional dress. I felt pride for my German-Hungarian descent rise in me—and a desire to be part of what I was witnessing.
I read a book recently that many times made me stop and think, so much so that I wanted to pull out a red pen to underline and star the passages so I could save them for a rainy Saturday morning like today when creativity strikes.