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Myfeld sits in a valley in the rural nether-reaches of Kreis Oberniederdorf (the "County of Upper-Lower-Town").
The valley enjoys an unusual weather pattern creating an endless Springtime. Thus, Myfeld is able to continually celebrate
the height of Spring. Many consider this to be the source of its unusual and teutonic sounding name. The inhabitants of
Myfeld take advantage of this beautiful season of the year. Everywhere, flowers are bursting into bloom, from gardens to window
boxes, creating a rich contrast with the nearby train that runs through the hamlet. Yet, the train is also colorful. The locals
work hard to preserve the bright luster of its shiny locomotive and gaily painted freight cars. It provides great visual
delight, especially to those now retired who spend their days on colorful benches watching over their little hamlet.
The local farmer, Gilesofham, provides the hamlet with fresh dairy products from his locally pastured cows.
There are abundant trails in the area's fields and woods. Some of the younger folks, such as Miss Ritter, have horses
and keep them ready for a ride through the countryside.
Even though the Springtime appears endless, there are other pastoral tasks needing to be attended for the eventual harvest
of the earth's bounty. It is mostly apples and cherries grown to produce Apfelschorlesaft and Kirschwasser.
The hamlet's hillside is covered with vineyards planted to conform to the prevailing topography. "Mywine" is
so delightful, it is a welcome gift received by everyone. These products are also sent far and wide as one can see from the
barrels on the train.
A twice daily passenger train comes through Myfeld, bringing others to enjoy the healthy climate and to participate in the
hamlet's various activities, both at work and at play
It is always festival time in Myfeld. So everything is kept spanking clean and freshly painted, including the largest
public works project in the area -- "Sunny" bridge, as it is locally known. (Oh, look,.... the engineer is friends
with those working below!)
A little known Myfeld fact -- only after the hamlet was complete was a thought given to the need for plumbing installations.
This has not however been much of a bother for the local inhabitants as the fellow in the lower left can attest.
Myfeld celebrates many festivals in the center of the hamlet. The favorite and longest lasting is the traditional Maypole
dance, performed in colorful teutonic costume. Many come to see the Maypole dance. Even when it is only being rehearsed, a
crowd gathers on foot and by bicycle. And local vendors are able to make a good living selling refreshments to those being
entertained.
Myfeld is also home to the I-MU Road Club. Regularly, the members gather early in the morning to get their cars out of the
club's garage and go for an outing together.
They are an entertaining sight as one sees their different-colored-but-same-model cars parade through Myfeld's lanes
The IMU Road club is composed of an unusual set of individuals. Each thinks he is another member of the club. Their motto
is "I Am You".
That is why they drive only one brand of car: the I.M.U.
Here some IMU Club members negotiating the alpine hairpin curves as they make their way to a party of fun and entertainment.
Of course, their favorite word games all involve double ententres.
Other Myfeld inhabitants continue their daily work. This is especially true of the shepherd, Mr. Hirte, who leads his
flock from field to field in a regular rotation. This occasionally necessitates him coming right through Myfeld helped by
his brown dog who keeps an eye on the black sheep of the group.
There is also time and a place for quiet contemplation of loved ones from bygone days.
With all the trails, hiking is a much loved activity. In a remote wooded corner of Myfeld, hikers enjoy a meeting and
a rest under the trees.
Some have more active fun together, such as those playing hide n seek under a solitary tree.
Others take time to enjoy the warm days and sunshine. Looks like there is one more surreptitiously coming to join them.
But for all their seeming contentment, the inhabitants of Myfeld are ready at a moment's notice to pack their suitcase
and go traveling.
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