A Few Summer Memories from Germany

In the mid-50s a lot of building was going on at the U.S. military bases in Germany, and we were beneficiaries when we moved into new or nearly-new family housing on Mississippistrasse on the Hainerberg housing area sometime in summer 1956. More about that another day, but first a few summer memories.

I can’t really remember anything about it, but I’m sure we had a car – bought from someone returning Stateside and sold again when we “rotated” in 1957. Although my father was busy with his military duties and often had to be away at the firing range in the scarily-named Todendorf (“village of the dead,” I always thought), we did do some sight-seeing. The two events I most remember are a visit to what I can only call “catacombs,” and a Rhine River cruise.

The “catacombs” – and I have no idea where they are, but probably not far from Wiesbaden – were underground chambers where the walls were crammed with the bones of deceased Hessians. It seems to me they may have been monks, and the “catacombs” were just the most memorable part of an abbey or monastery tour. Alas, I have no further information.

The Rhine River day cruise may not have been quite as long as the one Onkel Hankie Pants and I took later on (see last Friday’s blog), but it probably also started out in Mainz, and here I must digress. My father was prone to singing snatches of song or quoting bits of verse that had caught his fancy – usually just one line. I’ve tracked down some of the songs and continue to search out more. One non-musical bit of doggerel he used to quote was:

”Me and the old lady and my pal Heinz

Hopped on the Fahrrad and headed for Mainz.”

I suspect there was more to it, perhaps not suitable for children?

Anyway, back to the Rhine. Our trip definitely went past Burg Katz and Burg Maus, the two castles on opposite sides of the river near the Lorelei; and we also saw the Mouse Tower of the wicked Bishop Hatto of Bingen. You can read the story of the Bishop here, and Longfellow’s poem which mentions him (doubtless familiar to my parents, who both went to school in the Brunswick area at a time when classic poetry was part of the curriculum) here.

Besides the glorious freedom of summer play for a kid in the unscheduled 50s, I had one organized activity – Brownies, and in summer, Brownie Day Camp. Here’s a picture showing approximately what my Brownie uniform looked like (there were slight changes made between 1955 and 1956); of course, I wasn’t blonde. Mrs. Larsen was our troop leader, and I remember being in the Larsens’ back yard making sit-upons from oilcloth and the Stars and Stripes newspaper, as well as hot dog/marshmallow toasting sticks – we made papier mache insulating handles for the straightened coathangers. I don’t remember where the day camp took place except that it was woodsy; my chief memory is of the songs we sang: Vreneli, “Hand on myself, was ist das hier?”, and of course, Make New Friends. We sang a verse that I have seldom encountered elsewhere (the Internet turned it up as a “toast”):

New-made friends, like new-made wine,

Age will mellow and refine.

I suppose many people would not think this appropriate for 7-year-olds to sing, but to our Swiss leader it posed no problems.

That’s all for today, as I have some reviews to write, some reading to do, and oh yes – laundry, cooking and dog-walking.

Friday Five: Summer Camp

Mother Laura at RevGalBlogPals writes:

We're settling into our new new apartment, and after a lifetime at Montessori Katie is having a fantastic summer at YMCA day camp. Meanwhile, Nicholas is packing up for a week at Camp Julian, shared by the Episcopal dioceses of Los Angeles and San Diego. His lists of supplies and rules--except for the ropes course available to the teenagers and the ban on IPODs and cell phones--bring back memories of my own happy times weeks at Y camp Ta Ta Pochon, funded by selling countless cases of butter toffee peanuts. So, in celebration of summer, please share your own memories and preferences about camp.

1. Did you go to sleep away camp, or day camp, as a child? Wish you could? Or sometimes wish you hadn't?
I only went to Brownie Day Camp, somewhere near Wiesbaden, Germany. It was quite enjoyable. My college roommate's tales of camp with color wars, etc. didn't really make me envious. My childhood summers were deliciously unregimented!

2. How about camping out? Dream vacation, nightmare, or somewhere in between?
Somewhere in between -- I enjoyed it when I was a bit younger. And when we had a pop-up camper it wasn't too bad. I'm getting a little achy for sleeping on the ground. Actually, as I write this, Onkel Hankie Pants and Rusty have gone camping in our woods. I assume they are having a good time as they've been gone two nights, one of which had some rain. It's a nice activity for the boys!

3. Have you ever worked as a camp counselor, or been to a camp for your denomination for either work or pleasure?
Never been a camp counselor. It would definitely not be my thing. However, I've spent many enjoyable weekends at Pilgrim Point, the Minnesota camp of the UCC, at Women's Retreats. (Do not imagine a lot of silence and prayer, though those do occur.) I hope to attend something at Pilgrim Lodge, the Maine UCC camp, sometime soon. (Yes, we are all about the Pilgrims, not so much about the Puritans.)
And, I've just returned from West Denmark Family Camp, which I'll be posting about later today or tomorrow, with pictures and video.

4. Most dramatic memory of camp, or camping out?
One Memorial Day weekend we went to a state park near Grand Rapids, MN, and OHP and I rented a rowboat and went out on the lake. All was well until we were just about at the dock and we capsized. (In fewer than three feet of water.) Unfortunately, I had my camera with me and turned on. (Old school, not digital.) Shortly afterward, as we were drying out at the campsite, the camera started hissing and smoking!! I still don't know why getting the battery wet would cause this; or if it would apply to digital cameras; but be forewarned!

5. What is your favorite camp song or songs? Bonus points if you link to a recording or video.
Here's the first camp song I remember, from the Brownie Day Camp. My leader was Swiss, married to a Norwegian-born US Navy officer. So of course she taught us this song; and we also sing it at WDFamily Camp, out of The World of Song.


The second video is from West Denmark Family Camp 2008. One of the campers had arranged some of our favorite songs for band instruments, and put together a volunteer band. It's a rather odd assortment of instruments, and also, as I was holding the camera, the mic picked up rather more of my voice than I (or you) would prefer, but here it is anyway.