South of Stuttgart and north of Basel spreads the Black Forest, so named by ancient Romans for the conifers populating it, which grow thickly enough to block the sun. Copses of white pine jut from rolling hills, and ancient oaks crowd deep valleys, sheltering strange fauna not found elsewhere. The Lumbricus badensis, an earthworm of record-setting girth and length, dwells there, as do rare Hinterwälderberg cattle and the tawny Sperlingskauz, an owl that nightly takes to the sky in search of mice and voles to eat.
Despite what some purveyors of entertainment would have you believe, a lack of funds doesn’t necessarily mean a lack of fun. At least that’s what Ellye Howell Glover claims in her 1907 book, “Dame Curtsey’s” Book of Novel Entertainments for Every Day in the Year. No need to sell the farm for an afternoon of novelty, Glover insists. Consider hosting a ludically themed gathering … say, Christmas in July!
Hyannis, Nebraska was once a “thriving, wide-awake” town, according to a 1904 article from The Overland Monthly. Situated in the center of cattle country, the bustling little burg hosted a yearly three-day “cowboy carnival,” whereon hundreds of cowboys from all the ranches within “seventy-five or a hundred miles” would descend “to have a jolly good time.” The carnival was also a tourist magnet, attracting hundreds of visitors to Hyannis each year.