Brownies Mini Reunion 2003 May 17th and
18th 2003 (Brownie writes):
Location: PRP, Louisville, Kentucky
Participants: Fritz (Moleman) Foltz
George (Possum) Graves
David (Brownie) Brown
This was a reunion of four old friends from the hill, who had
not seen one another for 23/36 years respectively.
We did a little sight seeing on Sunday afternoon, but the rest of the time
was spent talking about ourselves, and mostly about the "old days" on the hill
and down below. Our conversations were filled with non-stop humor, and
constant laughter, which is, anyway, normal for us.
We spoke of the people we knew on and off Schneeberg. The weird
personalities, and some of the strange things we did in those days. I
cannot be specific, because we were really open, and direct about everything.
Let's face it, none of us were saints, and there were many things, that should
never be generally known, except, to fellow Schneebergers on a need to know
basis. And besides no one would believe it anyway, unless, you were there.
For those of us who lived it, that's the way it was, and some of us were really
We had some really great stories to tell about people, places and events.
Despite the hardships of the military, and the weather we all had a great time
in Germany. We were not isolated form humanity, but everything was
different from the "real world". In fact, it was much better. Our
behavior could be described as honorable, but often it was pagan, and very
seldom was it ugly. I was personally embarrassed sometimes, but I have
never been ashamed of the way I was during that time. It was all "Machts
What a great weekend! Someday we will do it again in the same
relaxed atmosphere so we can just talk about those days, and drink a few beers
The thing, that stood out most was despite the changes in our appearance,
and maturity we are underneath still the same people we knew on the hill.
You would have had to have been here to understand. It was all so fresh.
What memories these guys have!
Many thanks to Hella Foltz for understanding and allowing us to have
privacy to talk trash. She gave Fritz a lot of slack. And thanks to
my daughter, Stephanie, for helping me, and keeping Hella company during those