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Post by 2nd92nd FA Administrator on Jul 12, 2005 11:35:02 GMT -8
I remember when we moved to that part of town on the Licher Strasse, close to the Rivers Barracks. In those days the Autobahn wasn't even there yet. I lived there until I moved to the USA... Anyway, as a child the kids in the neighborhood would go play in the forrest...we were pretending to be german soldiers...we crawled to the fence of the Rivers and watched the busy GIs...at one point we actually went up to the gate and the GIs greeted us with a hello...they were always friendly...we couldn't speak english, but I remember we knew the word: "candy", so we said candy to them and they threw over some Hershey chocolate bars...yummy. I also remember some of the GIs asking if we had a big sister, lol...I was only about 8 or 9 at the time and no idea why they want a big sister...well later of course I understood that...
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Post by Michael S Terrell on Jul 12, 2005 18:18:03 GMT -8
now that was funny.....big sister...LOL...... ;D
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Post by 2nd92nd FA Administrator on Jul 12, 2005 18:33:51 GMT -8
Another memory I had was one year we had so much rain it seemed like a flood...all the kids in the neighborhood went swimming in a big hole right in front of the Barracks...I wonder what the Americans thought about those crazy German kids.
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Post by 2nd92nd FA Administrator on Jul 13, 2005 6:44:50 GMT -8
I remember my first time my mother arranged for me to work at the officer's club for a gala event doing the wardrobe... It was simple, all I had to do is take coats, hats and give people the ticket number and when they were ready to go, match it and give them back their belongings...well what my mother didn't tell me was that every hat from those officers looked the same, to me at least they did...I had a way of putting them nicely up, but when it was time and they were ready to leave...I had such a hrad time to conncet them to their hat....imagine a hundred hats and you have to find the right one. I must say the kind officers were ever so helpful and found their own hats (wonder how they could tell them apart?)...and they even left a tip, which in those days a dollar was a lot of money to exchange into german marks. I also got to taste my first french fries and hamburger at that event.
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