I went to Kindergarten in the small town of Bad Koenigshofen. My Kindergarten days didn’t last long. During the class Easter egg hunt I was the only one who couldn’t find any eggs. The teacher then took me by the hand and hinted strongly that I should look up at the top of the curtain rod and of course, there was an egg. But being a loser – the only one not to find an egg – took all the fun out of the hunt and I was in tears. Having to be shown where to look for the last available Easter egg took away what was left of my self-esteem and I bawled so much they had to call my mother to take me home. I never went back. Not an auspicious start to my education. It’s my only memory of what went on in the brick building on the right side of the photo below.
Bordering the town square was Cafe Heintz where, on very special occasions, I was allowed to accompany my parents for a cup of hot chocolate and a bite of their piece of cake. Next to this hotel/restaurant was the Salamander shoe store where the famous Mr. Bata’s shoes were sold.
My aunt lived in an apartment above the shoe store and I remember being allowed to watch the visiting high wire artists from her window one day. They had a cable strung up from the hotel side of the square to the town hall on the other side. Tightrope walkers with long poles for balance made their way across, high above the town square. The highlight was when a man rode a bicycle across the cable to the other side. The photo below must have been taken by my father in about 1952.