Oktoberfest and the human glockenspiel

Had we brought our steins, we would have raised them to the plucky participants of Cedarburg’s Oktoberfest. Neither rain, nor wind, nor invasion by Polish/Croatian interlopers kept them from their appointed rounds.


We wandered into the main tent on a soggy Saturday afternoon just in time for the Pommersche Tanzdeel Freistadt dancers (and, fortunately, too late for the German spelling bee).

While teams of volunteers armed with buckets and large poles kept rainwater from pooling on the tents, the dancers put on quite a show. All around us, folks fortified themselves with all manner of German sausages, sauerkraut, red cabbage, wiener schnitzel, Bavarian pretzels with cheese and good German beer.

Later, inspired by the spectacle, one carbo-loaded, lederhosen-wearing gent swung his fraulein so enthusiastically onto the dance floor that they ended up outside the tent, schuhplattlering in the rain.

Eins! Zwei! Polizei!

Then, at the stroke of two, the human glockenspiel emerged and I’d never seen time marked quite so amusingly.

Many thanks to Cedarburg, for generating the spirit of gemuetlichkeit and brightening up a dreary Saturday in a festive, German way.

Auf wiedersehen! (And next year, I’m coming hungry!)


I wanted a festival selfie of our group, but I later realized we had eclipsed the whole stage behind us. In any case, we had a great time!


Proper Oktoberfest footwear. (Noted for next year).


The Tanzdeel Dancers put on quite a show (despite a potentially slippery dance floor).


I missed the shot of these two dancers spinning high in the air, but at least you can see how much they enjoyed themselves.


A quick squeegee of the Glockenspiel.


Awww, but it was a gloomy, rainy glockenspiel-challenging day. Until…


The Human Glockenspiel appeared.


We really enjoyed the Human Glockenspiel performance.


My sister Kathy, me and the glockenspiel dancers. (I’m enjoying the word glockenspiel and testing to see how many times I can legitimately use it in this post.)


They enjoyed their steins and then whirled themselves right out of the tent to dance in the rain. It was a real glockenspiel-inspired moment of joy.


About Molly B and Me

Welcome to Molly B and Me! This is a blog written by a 53-year old mother of four grown children. Follow me as I discover how thrilling an empty nest can be. I write with love and humor as I travel all over this big, beautiful planet. I like to spin a yarn, but I can't knit at all. I'm a pretty good cook, which works out well because I like to eat. A former sportswriter, I'm an avid fan, especially of my beloved Green Bay Packers. I'll introduce you to my neighbors, including Connie the Cookie Lady and Macy the three-legged dog. Join me to see how great life can be on this side of the hill!

Posted on October 16, 2017, in Dances, Uncategorized, Wisconsin and tagged , , , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. 1 Comment.

  1. Gladys Wisnefski

    Muchas gracias. Great photos, and a new word.

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