To Westphalia

Today my sister and I took our mother to the small town of Westphalia to see her 91 year old first cousin. They both enjoyed their visit. At times it was like playing jeopardy. They even commented what they miss most in their later life is their minds. And then they laughed . . .

The town located between the Osage river and Maries river is picturesque. It's a town of less than 400 and probably almost entirely made up of German descent.


I captured this barn as we drove out of the driveway at the nursing home.

Going "up" into town, I stopped at the Bruns house. The house hasn't been lived in for years and years, yet someone maintains the lawn. This half timber house was built in the mid 1830s for Dr. Bernhard Bruns.

The doors at St. Joseph Catholic Church. The church was established in 1835. The blacksmith was baptized here, therefore he appreciates the iron work for more than one reason.

This is the Westphalia Inn. The name might fool you, it's not an inn, but a restaurant. The menu consists of pan fried chicken and country cured ham.

It was a beautiful day in the country, Missouri that is, not Germany.