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1963 - The president was John F. Kennedy (at least until Dallas, in November) and the Beatles were playing small clubs in Hamburg, Germany and Liverpool, England. The Cold War was in full swing, the Berlin Wall was two years old and all was well in the world. Some of us lived in Aukumn, some in Hainerberg, or in Crestview, a few of us lived out at Wiesbaden Air Base, a nunber lived in the Dorm and the rest lived "on the economy." So who are we? Well, right now we're a bunch of pre-baby boomers (remember, the baby boom didn't start until 1946), who were born at the end of WW II. There were (according to" der Krieger") 180 of us in the Class of 1963. We lived through the Korean War, the Viet Nam War, the Grenada Invasion, the Panama War and the Gulf War. Counting WW II, that makes 6 wars. Some of us became hippies, grew our hair long, tried drugs, practiced free love, ran around burning bras and draft cards, and protested the aforementioned wars. Some of us didn't make it this far. We are all in our 50's (that's a half century, for those who have a hard time counting). Most of us have been married, raised children, and done most of the things that middle aged people have done by this time in their life. But there is one thing that makes us different from the normal everyday 50+ year old. We were all military brats living in another country, in a time when America was considered the hero of the world. It was "cool" to be an American. Remember four Marks to the Dollar? Remember 15¢ movies and bowling (I had to look up the cents' sign on this computer)? We seem to have a more wordly view of the world. We know that there are whole vistas outside the borders of this country. We were the priviledged few. And we were definitely "brats." Does anyone remember those days in a bad way? I remember those days as some of the best of my life. I hope you do, too. If you want to add your thoughts to this page, please send them to me and I will add them on. I would like to thank Susan
Lawler [Jacquet] and Sandy Brunke [Whalen]
for their invaluable help in putting this site together.
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High above the bustling city, Like a gem so rare, Stands our noble Alma Mater, Wiesbaden High, all hail.
Hail oh Hail, dear Alma Mater, Green, thy memory be. By a band of happy hours, Are we bound to thee. |
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