WAC Circle on Adickesallee and Eschersheimer Landstraße, northeast corner:
The PX (center), Snack Bar (left), and Commissary (right). Nothing remains
of any of this; now it's the site of the
. This photo and
some others from this collection appeared in the June 22,
of Frankfurter Neue Presse
Did you ever stop and think that living on a Army base is kind of like, dare
I say it,
? Medical care is free, school is free (and excellent);
housing, food, gas, and so on are heavily subsidized, so ordinary
hardworking people can live modest, comfortable, and relatively secure and
stress-free lives without being millionaires and billionaires. Our parents
did their jobs (and we did ours by going to school), and the government
of us. No wonder we liked it so much over there!
Seriously, there was every conceivable kind of recreation either free or
very cheap — movies (25¢), game rooms, music rooms (where you
could check out any musical instrument and practice on it), libraries,
athletic fields, judo classes, bowling alleys, a baseball team (the
Vikings), the Teen Club, the Snack Bar, the Field House in HiCoG (three
places within a few blocks to get hamburgers made to order for about a
quarter). You could ride on the Paternosters in the IG Farben building...
No end of fun. And to top it off, we were in Germany! So there was
even more fun to be had off base, and in those days you could ride all over
the city, all the way to the Taunus mountains, for pocket change on the
trolley, go swimming in... Where was it? Bad Vilbel? No, Oberursel!
(Thank goodness for Google.)
And there was the experience of being thrown together at close quarters with
all kinds of people of every race and religion and background from all over
the USA and elsewhere; this was when schools were still segregated back home.
Friendships were forged in Frankfurt and other bases like it that would have
been unthinkable back in "the world".
The one annoying part was the rank-based class system imposed on (and
accepted) by our parents. Officers and EMs and their families mostly did
not associate. There was the Officers Club and the EM Club and they were
two separate worlds (and the NCO Club so that makes three), but then there
was the world of us kids — school, the Teen club, the hangouts, the
playgrounds — that knew no rank or class boundaries, and that was
where a lot of us learned to thumb our noses at authority... A habit I never