Category Archives: Wiesbaden AFB, West Germany

Cold War Preparation

Posted on 19/02/2020 by Cheeta17

I had the opportunity a couple-3 days ago to talk with a friend from my Senior year of high school, General H. H. Arnold High School in Wiesbaden, West Germany. I knew of John O. in school, but I didn’t … Continue reading →

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The Honor of Talking to My Class – 50 Years Later

Posted on 09/05/2014 by Cheeta17

The Graduating Class of 1964, Gen. H.H. Arnold High School, Wiesbaden, West Germany, held a 50th Reunion in Austin, TX last month.  I was reluctant to attend because I really didn’t know anyone, except Doc.  But Doc continued to encourage … Continue reading →

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Shredding the Lies of a 16-Year Old

Posted on 01/05/2014 by Cheeta17

And so I actually attended a high school reunion last week – my 50th.  I was ‘a little’ apprehensive as I drove to San Antonio, but not as much as I had been before.  I guess it was time.  And … Continue reading →

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Proud Graduate of Gen. H.H. Arnold HS, 1964

Posted on 12/04/2014 by Cheeta17

It is the custom here in Northwest Ohio for folks to place signs in their yards to commemorate the graduations of their kids from high school.  So every year come June these annual signs will be popping up. I graduated … Continue reading →

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“Oh Christmas Tree…Over the Balcony…”

Posted on 28/01/2014 by Cheeta17

In 1963 we lived in an apartment complex at 18 Floridastrasse in Wiesbaden, West Germany – base housing.  Our apartment was on right side of the complex, on the second floor. At Christmas that year, Dear Ole Dad bought our … Continue reading →

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By the Numbers

Posted on 11/12/2013 by Cheeta17

Wiesbaden, West Germany.  Christmas, 1963. Dear Ole Dad thought he was so clever.  As Christmas rolled around that year Dad would wrap his presents and place them under the tree – a couple at a time each evening.  However, instead … Continue reading →

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