Helen’s Diary

On to Frankfurt by way of Wiesbaden and Hofheim- a quaint little village with narrow crooked streets with the usual odor, where we stopped for a drink. Coming through Wiesbaden we met Hilda and her group, also going to Frankfurt. Arrived at noon and had lunch at the hostel which accommodated 900. We were given a room on the third floor with five beds for just four of us. Had hot H₂O too, so did our washing and slept in the afternoon. After supper we listened to a lantern slide lecture on old and new Frankfort, all in German. Dancing followed– fast twirling German waltzes which I did with a boy from Sudeten. I got so dizzy he had to hold me up–embarrassed no end. More dancing, some fast some slow. All of us danced and had a grand time. We sang in the yard in front of the hostel. They formed a circle and we Americans stood in the center. We sang “Good Night ladies” very badly, then the whole group sang the German good night song.