You can see the fire fighting uniforms in the background there.
Face painting is evidently very popular now at German festivals. (And check out this young wearer of lederhosen).
This is Michael Haas. He's been a volunteer firefighter since he was 12.
Frau Gareis and I went to look for Saint Florian and it lead us in quite an adventure. Herr Haas explained where we should find him, but we had no luck. Frau Gareis reminds me so much of my aunt. She is friendly and chats with everyone and she asks questions when she is interested in something, so she started asking people about the location of dem Heiligen Florian. Eventually someone unlocked a door for us and took us to the break room to see this wax figure over an obscure door around the corner.
The room was interesting and contained badges from fire departmetns all over Germany.
I was most fascinated, however, by this map of the area served by this volunteer department. It goes all the way up to Kronach and down quite a ways too.
Then we got a very special treat. We were given a private tour of the fire department museum. They had the whole history of the department from its earliest days until the present.
Their fire department sent materials for the Twin Towers disaster on September 11 and in return were given fire fighting gear from New York.
The museum is a single room, but it is full of highly interesting things. Along the wall there you can see the various kinds of buckets used to fight fires in the bucket brigade. First they used baskets, then changed over to leather and eventually you can see at the left end they began to use linen, which turns out to be pretty water tight.
The blue machine was the first mechanical pump that they had and it was sent to them during the Hitler years.
To sound the alarm they would blow bugles like these.
We also found Saint Florian in the museum.
Here's a photograph from the dark years of the town hall with the fire department there.
The hat with the tassle stems from pre world war 1 era times.
These basket shoes would be soaked in water before donned to enter burning buildings.
This fire wagon was pulled by horses.
Since we had visited Kloster Langheim earlier, I found this picture of it quite fascinating.
We left the museum and then headed on home, but on the way, I couldn't help but take some pictures of the beautiful flowers in the area.
We also visited the church that Frau Gareis attends. The stations of the cross were painted in South America somewhere and I found the combination of the modern and the historic unusual.
Here is a lovely madonna in the same church.