telgte

Just by saying that simple word, so much memory and feeling is evoked. Telgte is the little town in Germany where my mama grew up, where I was baptized, where my grandparents (as well as other family) live, and where, through the years, I've spent a large chunk of my life.






That sounds so formal, so straightforward. How does one describe a place that means and encompasses so much?

I love the ice cream shop, each flavor carefully handmade every day, the lazy afternoons spent at my aunt's ranch, bicycling around the countryside and stopping for a picnic under a shady tree. I love the visits from old friends and family, the family ritual of french fries dipped in mayonnaise and ketchup, the clanging of the church bells that ring throughout the town on the hour.






I love the cobblestone streets, the smell of my Opa's workshop, being able to bicycle to the bakery every morning for fresh rolls, and of course, who could forget the chocolate? I love the creak of my grandparent's house, crafted piece by piece with love, and being able to sleep in the very same room my mom slept in as a child. I love being able to speak German, sitting on that secluded, perfect-for-thinking island in the middle of the river, and being surrounded by my family.







My story is so greatly influenced by the stones of this town. Telgte will always, always hold a special place in my heart.

xo,
carlotta