1/39 Infantry: Baumholder Region
In keeping with the web beacon concept, I figured I'd post the occasional note about villages and towns which would be familiar to anyone who served in Paddy's Gang or 4/12 Infantry. Again, the general idea is to include potential search terms that might get a hit on Google or other search engines and ultimately help vets find each other.
Of the main gates leading from H D Smith Barracks to Baumholder, there were two that most of us would use to walk down to the Hauptstrasse. The first of these passed the O Club, ran through a pedestrian gate at the edge of the post and then continued along a footpath which came out not far from The Stammtisch. The Stammtisch was owned by a former GI and his wife; I think it went under circa 1990 when the drop in the exchange rate really started to hurt. That's still odd, because the place was always rockin', but they had probably overextended themselves when the dollar was running strong.
The second main way off post was to head out the back gate, take the spur off the south tank trail junction, and follow the road down. The first bar on the way out the back gate was Franck's Getranke. Apart from being yet another cheerful and familiar den of iniquity, Franck's also provided a splendid beer subscription service where you could pay your twenty marks or so per week and they'd deliver a fresh rack of primo beer to your quarters. Better yet, they could offer stuff that no one else stocked, like some fiercely alcoholic brews from one of the Bavarian monasteries.
Of course, having weaved and heaved one's way through all the bars, there was always the de rigeur stop for some haute cuisine at the Chuck Wagon on the way back up the hill. I bet the Chuck Wagon's still there, too -- if the original owners didn't retire rich then they must've lost it all at the racetrack.
Further out of town, there was the New Land down at Fohren-Linden, which had gone through a number of name changes since the French were at Baumholder back in the '50s. For some reason I recall it being off-limits. Beyond that, on the way down to the autobahn to Kaiserslautern and Trier, lay the famous Freisen hill, which used to freeze over so badly that at least a couple of times a year fellows would be excused for missing formation in the morning.
Even further in that direction, heading south by southwest, one eventually came to Sankt Wendel. Like Idar-Oberstein to the north, Sankt Wendel was the first patch of civilization out along its point of the compass which could lay claim to being a city, small or otherwise.
I'll return another day with some place names east and west of Baumholder.
UPDATE: I belatedly remembered that The Stammtisch was formally 'Ron & Inge's Stammtisch'. And I should've mentioned Jack Boy here, too.
AAAO!
Of the main gates leading from H D Smith Barracks to Baumholder, there were two that most of us would use to walk down to the Hauptstrasse. The first of these passed the O Club, ran through a pedestrian gate at the edge of the post and then continued along a footpath which came out not far from The Stammtisch. The Stammtisch was owned by a former GI and his wife; I think it went under circa 1990 when the drop in the exchange rate really started to hurt. That's still odd, because the place was always rockin', but they had probably overextended themselves when the dollar was running strong.
The second main way off post was to head out the back gate, take the spur off the south tank trail junction, and follow the road down. The first bar on the way out the back gate was Franck's Getranke. Apart from being yet another cheerful and familiar den of iniquity, Franck's also provided a splendid beer subscription service where you could pay your twenty marks or so per week and they'd deliver a fresh rack of primo beer to your quarters. Better yet, they could offer stuff that no one else stocked, like some fiercely alcoholic brews from one of the Bavarian monasteries.
Of course, having weaved and heaved one's way through all the bars, there was always the de rigeur stop for some haute cuisine at the Chuck Wagon on the way back up the hill. I bet the Chuck Wagon's still there, too -- if the original owners didn't retire rich then they must've lost it all at the racetrack.
Further out of town, there was the New Land down at Fohren-Linden, which had gone through a number of name changes since the French were at Baumholder back in the '50s. For some reason I recall it being off-limits. Beyond that, on the way down to the autobahn to Kaiserslautern and Trier, lay the famous Freisen hill, which used to freeze over so badly that at least a couple of times a year fellows would be excused for missing formation in the morning.
Even further in that direction, heading south by southwest, one eventually came to Sankt Wendel. Like Idar-Oberstein to the north, Sankt Wendel was the first patch of civilization out along its point of the compass which could lay claim to being a city, small or otherwise.
I'll return another day with some place names east and west of Baumholder.
UPDATE: I belatedly remembered that The Stammtisch was formally 'Ron & Inge's Stammtisch'. And I should've mentioned Jack Boy here, too.
AAAO!
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4 Comments:
I was in HHB DIVARTY from 1981-1983 when it was 8th infantry division I remeber the stamptish very well as well as around the corner from the stamptish was a bar called Frenchies great frenchman and his wife great food and fun. Own down the street toward the taxi stand were 2 more bars called the Picnic and the Manhatan "fish bars" oh but what memories. I almost married one of those girls Revda. Wonder where she is now
Hey, Mike, thanks for posting. I'm pretty sure Frenchies had folded by the time I got there in '86, but The Picnic and The Manhattan were still around. No disrespect, but I reckon you dodged a bullet by missing out on that marriage business.
Cheers
Matt
Chuckwagon was still kicking in 1994. God I loved that place. We drove through in 2011 and it was still open.
Derek Quackenbush
Cpl Steven Robert Johnson 1st platoon Team leader and machine Gunner. Served in B Co 1/39 from Sept 1983-september 1985 In Baumholder.Transferred from 82nd 505th PIR. After leaving Germany went to Ft Polk thus ending my career in the Infantry. After 8 nyear break joined ohio national guard as a Journalist. Deployed to Bosina in 1998 and Iraq in 2004 and 2010. Retired after 24 years of service in 2012 and loved every minute...never forgot my Infantry training and tried to pass what I learned to any young troop I encountered. AAAO!
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