The Golden Lion Bed & Breakfast
Hotel Regis 1946 10 Aug 2015, 6:52 amA fair number of post cards brought back from Germany 1946 have been shown on previous post. In the large stack of post cards, this is the only one of color.
"The Regis, Clarens" is its title. "HOTEL", "REGIS", "PENSION" are the words hung across the balcony porches facing the front. Five bay windows, orange colored awnings, and a place to sit under large umbrellas on the front patio. [Lots of chimneys protrude through the roof which much be the end points of many cold winters.] Clarens, Montreux, Switzerland it must be.
I tried to find out if this Hotel still stands. Could not find it listed under hotels for Clarens, Switzerland. Does any one know the story of this Hotel Regis from 1946? My Dad must have stayed here.
A Small Thank You 18 Jul 2015, 10:41 amAlmost filling a "Visitors Register" after 13 years of hosting a Bed & Breakfast, we have entertained quite a number of folks. This drawing was recently left us by an eleven year old guest who was brought by her grandmother. It reads: "Thank You, You're Great!" a small "roar" is drawn.
Our name "The Golden Lion" is written below a carefully drawn figure of a lion. A heart completes the label. What smiles it brought us...this small thank you...:-). Now on to year 14.
Summer of '56 18 Jun 2015, 8:45 amSummer days in old Kentucky were pretty much spent in the same way. It was before air conditioning, rotary phones [number please], and for most of us even a T.V.! [black and white only] By June, the summer heat would begin. Time was spent looking for a "four leaf clover" [clover was growing all over the place], and one had to be an expert to avoid all those honey bee's single stinger.
Such a day in 1956, is shown above. A pick net table in the basement was always a good place avoid some of the heat. Windows and doors wide open, shorts, and cold "soda pop" help set the stage. Here my brother [no shirt] and three other first cousins seemed to be enjoying this summer day. I was beginning to preform some of my facial acrobatics which often played pretty well, expect to the one taking the picture. Here we set, all smiles on three, and a face in production on me. Summer of '56 it is
Buddies 19 May 2015, 5:13 amWebster's New Collegiate Dictionary (p. 143) defines a "buddy" as "companion, partner", or "fellow". It gives that the word evolved probably from baby talk as a alternative to "brother". The following pictured dated January 14, 1946 shows a group of "buddies".
It would have been roughly half a year since WWII had ended. These fellows were in post war Germany, and most all seem to have a smile across their face. My Dad must have been taking the picture since his smiling face does not appear.
A "buddy system" is an arrangement in which two individuals are paired as for mutual safety in a hazardous situation. I would guess that blowing up planes after the war would be considered hazardous since TNT was used most of the time. My Dad tells a few stories about this activity. These few buddies were included.
Hats and Hands 27 Apr 2015, 8:19 am
Taken around the early 1950s, this picture shows a group of cars and a group of men. It must have been one of those auctions that seem to attract all those folks who are looking for that special deal. There is a house, shed, large barn, two gas pumps, and a lot of different models of cars. [How many models can you identify?]
There is also a large number of men standing around the area where all the autos are parked. What struck me from this photo was the number of hats being worn. Lots, and lots of hats ride on the heads of men during this period of time. I do not remember men routinely wearing hats after the 1960s, but here in the early 1950s it seems to be the majority. [Indiana Jones had something to say about this a little later in time.]
Hands in the pockets struck me also. It would seem that most had their hands in their pockets. For me, during this time, pockets were used to place "pocket knives", marbles, special rocks, rabbit's feet, and other special stuff that might come in handy during a routine day. Maybe these folks were thinking about spending their money on one these automobiles, and they wanted to keep their money from jumping out. Hats and hands it is. Today men still use their pockets for hands, but not their head for hats.
5th Avenue 14 Apr 2015, 6:22 amIt was 1946, and being in occupied Germany just after the War would produce all kinds of emotions. Something from "home" was always welcomed. One of those reminders that made being away seem more acceptable to the recipient. A letter, a postcard, a package, a gift, or any one of the items that reminded you that home indeed did still exist. The following picture shows such an event.
5th Avenue candy bar...that Hershey made bit of home that this fellow seems to be enjoying. The picture was taken by my Dad in Occupied Germany 1946. This candy bar was first made in 1936, and "contributed to war effort" according to Hersey's own account. [see web site under 5th Avenue] Well, here is proof that the contribution delivered this affect. Home, sweet home...way to go 5th Avenue.
An Easter Sunday 29 Mar 2015, 7:04 amSundays were pretty much the same at 25 Vine Street. Dress-up was expected, and Church was how the mornings were spent. Easter was an exception. On this Sunday morning you had a chance to enjoy one of those chocolate Easter Bunnies. Of course it came with those Easter Baskets full of all those goodies. Now, how a rabbit could lay an egg was not an issue. The following picture shows one of those Sunday mornings.
Here we stand. Just out the back door of our old Kentucky home. Mom had her white gloves, Henry [my older brother] had his bow tie neatly in place, and I...well I had my Easter Bunny held close to the chest. I guess Henry felt he was too old to participate in such excitement, but hey...it was Sunday, and I wanted to take my bunny to Church. It was light blue, had long pointy ears, with a chest of pure white. Soft and cuddly it was. Only a ride to Church it got, since it had to wait in the car until Church was over. Well, anyway, all those goodies still awaited, and I was going to feast after Church with my brand new bunny. An Easter Sunday it was.
From The Air 12 Mar 2015, 7:05 amPrior to the close of WWII, the American industrial complex had produced the war machine. Tanks, trucks, ships, arms, planes, and all kinds of war materials were made at remarkable speed. What happened at the end of WWII to all this stuff. The planes remaining in Germany were blown up all in a row.
My Dad participated in these activities as part of the Army of Occupation, Germany. He states that Germany POW's [prisoner of war ] were driven to the air field each day. They were given TNT in square blocks (about the size of a shoe) that were placed on the wings of a plane. This was after each plane was stripped of any usable parts. [Platinum from the engines were the major item.] The following picture shows such a plane as it was ready to blow.
Not much is left to see. Dad was responsible for setting off the charges some 100 yards from the explosion.
To get a scope of the extent of this process, the following picture was taken from the air. It shows the field as it stood in 1946.
Planes, planes, and more planes, all lined up in a row, waiting for their final destination. What a picture from the air it is. To have survived the war and be blown apart at the end.
Two Days Away 27 Feb 2015, 7:13 amPost cards from friends are a delight. Here a friend of my Dad mails this in 1945:
The battleship "U.S.S. West Virginia" is shown. It was mailed from the "Great Lakes Naval Training Center" to "Pvt. Henry E. Jones, 15364821, 3704th A.A.F. Bu, Sqdn. V Class 236, Kesler Field, Miss." What an address it is. A name, and a number of numbers, could be difficult to keep straight.
The message on the back is shown:
The Spitfire 8 Feb 2015, 8:32 amPerhaps no other aircraft in the history of air war is as recognizable as the British Spitfire. Its graceful lines, near perfect handling, and eight-gun punch made its mark during the summer of 1940. Its engine [1 x 1,150 hp Rolls-Royce Merlin], its speed [357 mph], and its range [500 miles] made it one of the most remarkable aircraft of WWII. The Spitfire remains the symbol of the Battle of Britain.
It was 1946, and here my Dad sits in a Spitfire. He was among the crews who were responsible for the destruction of many of the aircraft no longer needed for the war effort. It was post war Germany, and here is a Spitfire sitting on German soil. What a symbol it is.
Information is taken from: Great Campaigns of World War II, by Longmeadow Press, 1988. [Co-ordinating editor: J.B. Davies] The picture is taken from a family shoe box full of memories!