My great-grandmother thought that something was missing on her beautiful piece of land. And just like that, she built a casual snack bar. Originally for the local woodworkers.
Her son, my grandfather, Franz, of course, being the eldest, did not want to take over the farm, but rather this alpine dairy. He invested for the first time in expanding it into a guesthouse with accommodation. A whole
bunch of children were born, namely Dad and his sisters. That's how it used to be.
The first major blow came when my grandfather's wife, my grandmother, died at the age of just 38, leaving five small children without a mother. My dad was only two years old at the time. It's unimaginable. A few years later,
our grandmother Paula came along, married my grandfather, and took over the children and the kitchen.
The house continued to develop. My grandfather also ran a travel company on the side. His day trips and multi-day tours to Venice and Switzerland were legendary. Somehow, it was always clear that my father Franz and my
mother Maria would be the next generation. Dad didn't really have a choice. It was more like, “You HAVE to.” He was a "Vollblutwirt".
My dad Franzl and my mom Maria took over the business with a lot of debt. This happened quite suddenly after Grandpa Franz had a stroke.
Papa Franz is stepping on the gas. Investing in rooms, infrastructure, and so on.
My grandfather passed away on my birthday, unexpectedly. But he was able to see the plans for the extension.
Short and sweet. It was expanded and substantial investments were made. Most notably in 1993 and 1994 with the construction of an extension with 18 rooms and a wellness area.
And that's where I come in. Having been with the company since 2010, I took over the reins at Waldruhe on June 1, 2014. Since 2015, we have actually been restoring and renovating every year. The number of rooms has remained
the same for over 30 years, and we have no plans to change that. Alpine casualness combined with regionality. Casual. Authentic. Uncomplicated. That's what we like. Preserving old treasures, new designs. Local materials
and companies that are friends. A house with rough edges. Like a classic car, a collector's item :-) Especially the main building, which sometimes creaks and groans, so you have to take it easy and take good care of
the old classic. Since 1929, it has not been demolished, but expanded. This allows us to preserve the soul of the house, which has so much to tell. We experienced what was for me the greatest blow of fate on August
13, 2021. When my dad, Franz Senior passed away suddenly at the age of 63. We miss him. As a dad, as a person, as a friend, as a pillar of support. But at the same time, I draw so much strength from the beautiful memories
and am so proud of him. We will definitely continue to write the story. THANK YOU FOR READING and sorry for any spelling mistakes 😊