I posted some photos in the 'two wheels' thread and Steve suggested I start a new thread for old photos, memorabilia etc. so here it is. I am re-posting the photos and hope people will add fresh pictures and memories.
The photos are of my dad who was a motor cycle trials rider back in the day.
Motor cycle football and polo - who knew this was a thing!
Jürgen Sparwasser, to our eternal shame, scored the goal. We were not meant to lose! To be beaten by the communists - unthinkable!
We made it to champions, nevertheless. But that defeat is an unforgotten blot in our copybook.
Aye, the wall coming down was momentous, I recall watching that unfold on TV.
It must have been weird living in West Berlin at that time
One of my main recollections of the "division" was East v West in the 74 world cup.
1-0 East Germany.......the guy who scored was, I want to say Sparvasser (or thereabouts) , anyway, there was talk after the game that West Germany threw the game, meaning they qualified in second place and avoided the Dutch in the next group.
If my brother had been caught, he would have ended up in prison with none too lenient a sentence. They didn't take kindly to people who tried to get out of East Germany in those days. Those communists knew they were right and everyone else was wrong, you see. So you had to be forced to accept your good fortune if you didn't embrace it volontarily.
And yes, MagicRat, West Berlin was an enclave, kept alive by the post-war agreement between USA, Britain, France on the one side who guaranteed its survival, and the Soviets on the other side who kept threatening it. In 1948, the Russians blockaded all entry by road or water for almost a year and the Western Alliance kept the city alive by air, flying in all supplies from food to fuel and even sweets for the kids.
In 1961, the East German authorities built the Berlin Wall. People from the West part of town needed permits to go West Germany - or go by air.
There was an uneasy standoff for many years, with occasional passage for families from West Berlin getting permits to visit their relatives in the East of town. Usually issued for Christmas or Easter.
The whole absurdity ended in 1989 when the East Germans sent their government to hell in a peaceful uprising. The system, foul from within, crumbled without much resistance.
Your brother was resourceful and very brave for a 16y old. What would have happened if he had been stopped and the money found?
Great stuff BT, thanks for sharing.
I'm curious, what was West Berlin like back in the day? Was in like an enclosed enclave?
How easy was it for the citizens of West Berlin to move in and out?
We're there intrusions into West Berlin by the East?
Berlin is a city I'd like to visit one day.
Are you sitting comfortably? This will take a while!
My family was trapped in East Germany after WW II because the border was drawn with us being on the "wrong" side. We lived in a small town where my dad owned a wholesale business for fruit and vegetables - a one-man operation.
My sister (ten years my senior) graduated from high school in 1954 and wanted to become a teacher. However, she had the wrong parents: only children of workers and farmers were admitted to university education in communist Germany. She was scheduled to become a tractor driver.
An elaborate plan evolved. My cousin Gisela came for a visit from Bonn, West Germany, and my sister in turn went with her with a two-week visiting visa to Bonn. And remained there with my uncle's family.
Of course, our family had thus proven to be unreliable. My father's business was seized and confiscated and he was suddenly out of work with no prospects. The fifties, you see, were the time of collectivization and any pretext could be used to squash small businesses.
Strange activities began at our house, mostly kept hidden from me (so they thought). My mother for two years packed parcel after parcel with valuable items sent to friends and family in the West. Because this had to be clandestine activity, some reliable friends helped post them. Since packages were often opened and scutinized the content had to pass as presents for the recipient.
I'll never know how my parents persuaded the authorities to issue a visa for us to visit West Germany for my grandfather's 80th birthday, but we got permission. Only condition: my 16-year old brother had to remain behind - as guarantee for our return.
My parents and I (aged nine at the time) were searched on the train at the border but allowed to pass.
The final act fell to my resourceful brother. He donned the shirt of the East German youth organisation FDJ, shouldered his big accordion and hitchhilked 300 miles to East Berlin to attend some mythical music festival. He met with a friend who knew how to cross to the West sector of the town (this was before the Wall was built), unscrew