The day I found a cavern, it must have been 1950 just 5 years after WWII had ended. I lived in Bonn which at that time was the capital of Germany and had been badly dammaged by the bombs. We were a small group of 6 to 8 year old children all living together in buildings with very small apartments that had been built quickly after the end of the war for federal government employees in Bonn
Bonn just after the war
The Rhine valley with the Venusberg in the background
The Venusberg from far
There was a small mountain called Venusberg (Venus mountain) just besides the buildings.
With a fortress on the top
Steps were leading up to the top of the mountain where also a hospital was and American soldier families lived here in a sort of "Ghetto". We didn't have a lot of contact with them but when they saw us they always smiled and were very friendly and sometimes we got even some sweets, which was a rarity and it wasn't easy to buy.
We kids loved running up the mountain through the woods playing cowboys and Indians what we had learned from the American occupation.
One day when we ran through the forest again, one of our group suddenly disappeared. We looked around but saw nothing but a hole from which suddenly screams came out.
We quickly looked into the hole which had been hidden with branches and leaves and into which the boy had fallen.
He shouted that we should come down too because he had found a cavern with a narrow path. We discovered a few steps carved in the sidewalls, leading down into the cavern where it was very dark.
It was a little scary and two children didn't want to go further. But I wanted to know where this path led and went on. A few others followed me. Suddenly I saw light coming from a hole in the ceiling.
We were in quite a big room. To the right and left were old camp beds which were pretty rotten. In the middle was an old table with rusty cutlery and Lead dishes on it. There were a few uniform jackets in one corner and some leather bagpacks. I was only 7 but I realized that we had discovered a secret cavern built in the mountain, where soldiers probably hid from the enemy or the other way around.
We were very proud of our discovery and it became our secret. We brought a lot of stuff there, which we "stole" from our parents, like an old blanket which we put on one of the beds.
We couldn't bring very much because our parents had only the strict minimum and nothing to give away. But we found apples on trees which we ate with gusto and sometimes when we were really lucky a mother had baked a cake and we brought slices of cake in our cavern !
When I think today where and with what we played at this time, it was our Disneyland ! Adults had no time to to pay attention they had to built up the houses again and hunting for food. We were lucky we lived in this nice area outside Bonn, where houses still stood but people mostly lived in their basements, because there were no windows anymore or the roof was missing.
For us children it was a very happy and adventurous time !
Linking to Linda G. Hills SOCS - Cavern
You didn't meet anyone of those soldiers then?
ReplyDeleteAnyway you were brave kids, especially you as a girl. And you were kind and generous too, thinking of their needs and leaving useful stuff for them.
A great story and what a find at such a young age.
ReplyDeleteSounds like fun!
ReplyDeleteWhat an adventure. No wonder you compare it to modern day Disneyland.
ReplyDeleteWhat a fun discovery you made! Cavern itself would be so fascinating for children and that you actually found the soldiers’ secret spot must have been really exciting. You were very brave your gorgeous girl, too. Such wonderful memories :-)
ReplyDeleteYou really had an eventful and interesting childhood. Most children can only dream of finding a secret cavern like that.
ReplyDeleteHopeful your sharing these stories with other family members. I recall my parents telling me stories when they were younger
ReplyDeleteSuch fun memories.
ReplyDeleteThat’s a great memory ... I really appreciate hearing what the war (and post-war) years were like for someone around my same age, comparing it with my own memories (and realizing each time that we were fortunate ). The part about kids 7 or 8 or so just running around all day without parents looking over our shoulders at all though ... that part was just the same for us. (Also “stealing” food.) ..... but there were no secret caves, we had to pretend our adventures.
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