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Take It Easy In Winslow, Arizona

Posted on May 5, 2015 by Tanja Linton

The famous corner and the flatbed Ford. If you look closely, an eagle is painted on the upper left window ledge in an homage to the group who immortalized the area in song.

Why Winslow? A mention of Winslow, Arizona immediately brings to mind the popular Eagles’ song, “Take It Easy.” You may not remember the lyrics to the entire song but you probably can sing, “Well I’m standin’ on the corner in Winslow, Arizona and such a fine sight to see. It’s a girl, my lord in a flatbed Ford, slowin’ down to take a look at me.” Whether you’re in a flatbed Ford or some other mode of transportation, you can slow down and actually take a look at the famous spot immortalized in song at the Standing on the Corner Park on 2nd Street. A gift shop across the street continuously plays Eagles music, including “Take It Easy,” to help you get in the mood.

After you’re done standing on the corner, you can get your kicks on Route 66. The Mother Road, as Route 66 is sometimes called, runs right through this part of northern Arizona. Established in November 1926, in its heyday the famed road stretched 2,448 miles from Chicago to Santa Monica, California. Route 66 served as the route for those who migrated west, especially during the Dust Bowl of the 1930s. And much like the famed corner, the Mother Road is immortalized in song. “Route 66,” which made the phrase “get your kicks on Route 66” famous, was first published in 1946 and has been recorded by a variety of artists. Download your favorite version and add it to your Winslow playlist to celebrate the romance and freedom of travel on the open road in a bygone era. This iconic American highway even had its own television show in the 1960s, “Route 66.”

You don’t have to look hard for remnants of Winslow’s Route 66 history.

Route 66 was officially no long part of the U.S. Highway system by June 1985. It had been replaced by the Interstate Highway System. Portions of the road have been designated a National Scenic Byway named “Historic Route 66.” It’s not unusual to see vintage cars or groups of motorcyclists enjoying the nostalgia of the Mother Road on these stretches.

Less than two blocks from the famous corner is another iconic landmark to American travel. La Posada, the resting place, was one of the Fred Harvey’s famed hotels. Fred Harvey was an entrepreneur who developed the Harvey House lunch rooms, restaurants, souvenir shops and hotels. An innovative restaurateur and marketer, Fred Harvey is credited with creating the first restaurant chain in the U.S. and was a leader in promoting tourism in the American southwest in the late 19th and early 20th centuries. Built in 1929, La Posada was to be the finest hotel in the southwest. Construction costs alone exceeded $1 million in 1929 and the total budget with grounds and furnishings was rumored to be $2 million (about $40 million in today’s dollars). The hotel was designed by American architect Mary Elizabeth Jane Coulter. Coulter considered La Posada her masterpiece. She designed the entire resort from the building to its gardens, furniture, china—even the maids’ uniforms. Coulter built 21 projects for Harvey, but this hotel was her favorite. Winslow was chosen as the location for this grand hotel because it was the Arizona headquarters for the Santa Fe Railway and popular destinations like the Painted Desert and the Grand Canyon were within a day’s drive.

Harvey popularized travel to the west by introducing linen, silverware, china, crystal, and impeccable service to railroad travel. Harvey’s standard of hospitality and the waitresses he employed, became so popular that it spawned the movie “Harvey Girls” starring Judy Garland in 1946. The Fred Harvey legacy survived until the death of his grandson in 1965. Elements of the Fred Harvey Company have continued to operate since 1968 as part of a larger hospitality industry conglomerate. The Santa Fe railroad closed La Posada hotel in 1957 and it was used as an office building. At some point, this former grande dame of railway hotels was abandoned and fell into disrepair.

A picture of a La Posada billboard from the 1940s decorates a wall in the Amelia Earhart room of the hotel. Rooms at the hotel have a modern numbering sequence but are also named after celebrities of the 40s, 50s and 60s.

The hotel’s current owners have lovingly restored it to its former glory. Dine in the Turquoise Room on food grown in the hotels gardens and be served by waitresses wearing the traditional Harvey Girl aprons. Relax in the gardens and watch the trains go by. All guests receive a history of the hotel when they check in. You’re free to explore the hotel on your own, or sign up for one the historic tours given regularly by retired Harvey Girls. La Posada now regularly earns a spot on the list of top historic hotels in the U.S.

If overnighting in a historic railway motel isn’t quite your thing, you might want to give a wigwam a try. Cruise down Interstate 40 to Holbrook for another authentic experience on Route 66, and check in to your very own teepee at the Wigwam Motel. Each of the 12 rooms is in a separate teepee building. Built in the 1950s, the popular motel fell out of the spotlight when it was bypassed by the interstate in the 1970s. It has regained favor with a new generation of travelers seeking Route 66 nostalgia. The vintage cars parked throughout the property reinforce the motel’s connection with the Mother Road. Whether you just want to stand on the corner or get your kicks, Winslow is a great destination to personally experience the heritage of travel in the American southwest.

Searching for Traces of the Ice Age in the Southern Arizona Desert

Posted on March 29, 2015 by Tanja Linton

The Army has a saying: No plan ever survives first contact. I should’ve remembered that when I made plans to take part in a docent-led tour of the Murray Springs Clovis Site. How hard can it be to travel back 13,000 years to the Ice Age in the southern Arizona desert? By the way, I chose the hottest day of the year so far (it was nearly 90 degrees) to seek out remnants of the Ice Age.

The Murray Springs Clovis site is just south of Sierra Vista. The Bureau of Land Management website’s instructions told me to head down Arizona State Route 90, turn left on Moson Road and then drive 1.1 miles (http://www.blm.gov/az/st/en/prog/cultural/murray.html). So that’s what I did. Except I drove all the way to the end of Moson Road looking for a sign to direct me to Murray Springs but never found one.

An undaunted citizen of the digital age, I pulled to the side of the road and punched up the GPS on my phone. The GPS wouldn’t steer me wrong, right? I fly down the road, cross the San Pedro River, enter a maze of dirt roads running through private property and then finally encounter a locked gate at the end of the road less travelled. The driver ahead of me came up to my window and asked me if I was lost. When I explained that I was looking for Murray Springs he told me that I was extremely lost. Murray Springs was on the other side of the San Pedro. Oh dear. Not only had my initial plan not survived first contact, but Plan B was toast too.

The GPS never lies, or does it?

Now I had to try and retrace my route and find my way out of the maze back to the highway. A couple of false turns later, I’m back in business. As the lyrics of the classic Clash song, “Should I Stay or Should I Go,” run through my mind, I have a decision to make. Do I give up completely or move on to something else? The quirky mining town of Bisbee beckons at one end of the highway and the San Pedro House at the other. I save an exploration of Bisbee for another day and decide to pop in to the San Pedro House on my way home. I will live to find Murray Springs another day, and figure having good directions will increase the likelihood of a future successful mission.

The San Pedro House sits near the banks of the river and is run by the Friends of the San Pedro, the same group that organized the tour I couldn’t find. This place is a mecca for birding. The San Pedro River is a super highway for migratory birds. They are everywhere taking advantage of dozens of feeders on the property. You can hear the high pitch chirping of hummingbirds as they whizz past you. I know my curiosity will compel me to return for an avian adventure.

The San Pedro House is a birding mecca.

I go inside the house to communicate my search for Murray Springs using human sounds with the very nice lady at the register (although I get the sense she speaks fluent bird chirps) . She provides me with some intelligence that explains my failure to find the site on my first attempt. The sign on the road is missing and there is only one road you turn right on off of that section of Moson Road. She gives me a map. Armed with actionable intelligence, I’m ready to storm the objective.

Skeptical but determined, I head down the road on my third attempt to find Murray Springs. I turn at what looks like a cattle gate. I pull up closer to read the sign attached to it, and notice a small BLM symbol on it. Maybe the third try is a charm? I take the risk and continue down the dirt road to finally reach the Clovis site. I’m ecstatic.

Eureka! Good intelligence = mission success.

I pull in to the large parking lot, grab some water and hit the trail. It’s a easy walk with lots of signs to direct me to the interpretive loop. The loop crosses a stream bank. The steps that lead down to it and back up again are mildly challenging. In the stream bank, I notice three arrows sticking in the ground.

Interesting, but definitely not Clovis artifacts.

Interesting, but definitely not Ice Age artifacts.

I assume they are somehow related to the docent led tour I missed and find them interesting enough to stop and photograph them. I take a look around and meet Chris Long, a docent for the Friends of the San Pedro.

She begins to point out some of the geological features of the streambed to me. The dark layer is a black mat that was formed 12,900 years ago. Fossils are found at the bottom of that mat. Her husband Dwight is leading today’s tour and Chris tells me the group should be coming back shortly and sure enough they do.

With the arrival of Dwight and the tour group, the meaning of the arrows is explained. Using a throwing tool called an atlatl, it is believed that Clovis people used them to hunt game. Aztecs and Mayans also used the tool. Europeans used a version of the same thing.

The Murray Springs Clovis Site was created by nomadic hunters who stayed in the area to pursue large game, such as mammoth, horses, and bison. Archaeologists call them “Paleoindians.” The term Clovis comes from the first site archaelogists found near Clovis, New Mexico in the 1930s with their distinctive artifacts.

Dwight shows me a replica of a Clovis tool.

It is one of the most important and well documented early human sites in North America. The site has yielded the most evidence of Clovis stone tool manufacture in the entire Southwestern U.S., and the evidence of large mammal butchering and use at the site is unsurpassed. The Murray Springs Site was created between 12,000 and 13,000 years ago, in the late Pleistocene era, by a small group of Clovis people, who camped nearby, and who hunted large animals as they came down to water in the arroyo.

The excavation was done between 1966 and 1971 at Murray Springs. It is one of six Clovis sites in the San Pedro Valley. There are more Clovis sites in Arizona that just about anywhere else. Dwight claims this is one of the most significant sites in the world. Archeologists found remains of three mammoths, one which was butchered, 12 bison, camel, lions, dire wolves and other game animals.

After I get the facts, things begin to get very interesting. Dwight picks up what appears to be a stick with the ends wrapped in rawhide. It’s an atlatl he explains. The stick has a small knob sticking of it. The shaft of the arrows have an indentation at the end of them. Hunters would fit it onto the knob of the atlatl and hurl the arrow at prey. The atlatl puts more force into the arrow and allows it to go a further distance. Then Dwight makes things even more interesting by picking up an atlatl, notching an arrow on to it and letting it fly down the stream bed. Even today, this ice age tool is pretty impressive.

Stepping way back into Arizona’s past.

Following Dwight’s fascinating demonstration, I haul myself up the steps and out of the streambed and walk the interpretive loop. There are signs all along the loop to explain the history and signicance of what was found at this Clovis site. The large interpretive signs deliver a lot of information. Benches are strategically situated beneath trees and a ramada prove relief from the sun and give visitors the opportunity to take in the scenery and process all the information. Dwight catches up with me on the loop to bring me a handout pointing out additional details of the excavation sites.

Now that I know where the Clovis site is, I’ll definitely report for duty and catch the tour from beginning to end next time. Humans hunting Ice Age animals sounds like something out of a movie, but the interpretive loop at the Murray Springs Clovis Site and docents like Chris and Dwight Long bring the story to life.

Eureka! Good intelligence saves the day.

How the West is Fun: Touring a Southern Arizona Ghost Town

Posted on March 23, 2015 by Tanja Linton

A look inside the two-room Fairbank schoolhouse.

Think of the Old West and images of gunslingers, saloons and the railroad come to mind. Just eight miles outside Tombstone, you get all that and more in Fairbank, one of the best preserved ghost towns in Arizona. As folks moved West to mine and ranch, towns sprang up all over Cochise County in southeastern Arizona. Some of these towns didn’t survive when the mining industry or cattle business went bust in their area.

Fairbank doesn’t get the traffic of its famous neighbor down the road, but this ghost town with a well-documented history doesn’t disappoint. In addition to some fairly well-preserved buildings, there’s a great train robbery story with a famous Western law man and a gang of outlaws with names like Three Fingered Jack and Juan Bravo. Although less known, the Fairbank Robbery rivals the story of the shootout at the O.K. Corral.

Situated next to the San Pedro River, Fairbank was first settled in 1881. It was the closest train station to Tombstone. Luxury goods and freight for Tombstone came in through the town and ore and cattle went out. On the opposite side of Highway 82 from Fairbank, you can still see the livestock pens where cattle were held for transport.

Fairbank is well-maintained by the Bureau of Land Management. You can tour the town on your own. There are lots of signs to point you in the right direction and stop by the Fairbank Schoolhouse (the best preserved building in town) where you can learn more about the town’s history, buy an ice cold bottle of water and purchase souvenirs.

Docent Ron Stewart helps you find the echoes of the past in Fairbank.

You can also take a tour led by a docent from the Friends of the San Pedro River. I took a tour led by Ron Stewart. He worked on Fort Huachuca and for the BLM in the Four Corners area. He is extremely knowledgeable and well-versed in the history of Fairbank. Ron reminded tour participants that visiting a ghost town wasn’t like visiting a museum where exhibits bring history to life. Here, he instructed us, we had to look for echoes of the past.

From the school house we move on to the mercantile. It served as a store, post office and gas station in it’s time. Next door to it at one time was the Montezuma Hotel and the train station, also no longer there, was located across the street. The railroad came through Fairbank until the 1960s.

You can make out the words Post Office and Fairbank on mercantile building.

But let’s get back to our Old West train robbery story with its colorful characters. It’s a cautionary tale about what happens when one assumes that crime pays better than law enforcement. Bert Alvord and his partner in crime, Billie Stiles, were deputy sheriffs in Willcox, Arizona. Greedy for more than their modest salaries provided, they organized a gang and began robbing trains. As the local investigators into the robberies, Alvord and Stiles could often damage evidence that pointed to them. For a time, crime did indeed pay for them.

Back in the 1890s, payroll wasn’t wired to accounts. Money was physically moved on trains by Wells Fargo and paid out to workers. After a few successes with train robbery, Alvord and his boys decided to go for a big haul and rob the Wells Fargo Express car on the train bringing the Fort Huachuca payroll to Fairbank.

Unfortunately, on Feb. 15, 1900, they weren’t banking on legendary lawman Jeff Milton filling in for a Wells Fargo Express agent who called in sick. Milton was a former Texas Ranger and the first Border Patrol agent (he was issued badge Nr. 1). Milton was shot in the left arm protecting the payroll, put a tourniquet on his arm and successfully shot and killed Three Fingered Jack, threw the keys to the safe into a stack of packages and then passed out. Bert and his gang absconded with only a few dollars for their efforts and were later caught. It was one of the last train robberies in the Old West.

Next, tour guide Ron took us out to the Fairbank cemetery. It sits on top of a hill less than one-half mile from the mercantile. As I walked along the trail I could can see evidence of foundations indicating former homes.

The cemetery isn’t showy. There are no headstones indicating dates. Only piles of stones with modest wooden crosses that have fallen on top of them. What the cemetery does offer however, is a spectacular view of the valley.

The view from the Fairbank Cemetery. The San Pedro River can be found if you follow the green ribbon of cottonwood trees. This riparian area serves as a superhighway for migratory birds and even boasts a population of beavers.

After a stroll down the hill back into town, I hear echoes of the past. Maybe it was the sound of motorcycle groups riding to Tombstone or maybe the memory of a train bringing the payroll and luxury items into Fairbank. With my new-found knowledge of the Old West history in my own backyard, I like to think it’s the latter.

Touring the Trifecta of Peeing Statues in Brussels

Posted on March 11, 2015 by Tanja Linton

Nearly everyone’s heard of Manneken Pis, the peeing boy statue, in Brussels. Few are familiar with Jeanneke Pis, the peeing girl statue. But almost no one has ever heard of or seen . . . wait for it . . . Zinneke Pis, the peeing mutt statue.

I am hard pressed to explain the Bruxellois fascination with public urination. There are dozens of versions of the story of the peeing boy. Most center around the theme of a cheeky young lad saving the day by peeing on the enemy, a bomb, fire, etc., to save the day.

The two-foot tall bronze statue was made in 1619 by Brussels sculptor Hieronimus Duquesnoy and has been repeatedly stolen over the centuries. The vintage of the current statue is 1965. The original restored version is kept at the Maison du Roi/Broodhuis on the Grand Place.

It’s pretty hard to miss a bright green, 5 ft. tall, naked, peeing statue wearing yellow shades while eating a waffle.

Images of Manneken Pis are everywhere, in every size and color, hawking everything. Hordes of tourists from all over the world swarm the statue day and night in Brussels’ old town, making it challenging to squeeze in and snap a picture. The boy has his own wardrobe and goes through more costume changes than a performer at the Grammy Awards.

That better not be Coca Cola he’s spraying! I spotted this gem at the airport in Brussels.

The famous statue is located at the junction of Rue de l’Étuve and Rue du Chêne. To find it, bear left at the Brussels Town Hall on the Grand Place and walk a couple hundred yards southwest via Rue Charles Buls.

Of course, since Belgium is justifiably famous for its chocolate you can buy versions of Manneken Pis in white, milk and dark. As I was fogging up the windows of one of thousands of chocolate shops near the Grand Place, my eyes landed on a lollipop version of the urinating statue. Peeing boy on a stick? Woohoo! I know it’s wrong, oh so wrong, to lick the image of a naked boy but I knew my twisted friends would enjoy this tacky souvenir immensely (and they did). I don’t know what was funnier, my dirty, smirking little laugh as I picked out my purchase or the shop girl laughing at my candy kink.

If buying you is wrong, I don’t wanna be right.

Fueled with good humor and sugar, I was on to my next destination, the peeing girl. She’s a fairly recent addition to the Belgian collection of urinating statues added in 1987. Jeanneke is also located not far from the Grand Place. Simply follow the steady stream of young, Japanese visitors and wind your way through a labyrinth of tourist-trap restaurants serving mussels (Mussels in Brussels, try it if that’s your thing. I’ll stick with waffles, Frites and beer, thank you very much).

Jeanneke goes full Mrs. Claus for the holidays.

Jeanneke Pis is tucked away in a dark, narrow alley just past the Delirium Tremens bar. She was a tad disappointing. She’s protected by a metal bars and she’s going about her business in girl fashion, squatting with a hiked up dress. I jostled my way to the front, shoved my camera through the metal bars and quickly snapped off a picture of her to prove to my friends on social media that I was actually there. (Postcards are sooooo last century.) Now two for two, I’m energized to locate the third peeing statue.

In the local dialect the word “Zinneke” means bastard dog. Like all good mutts, Zinneke Pis is hard to find. He’s located away from the cheek-to-jowl, hustle/bustle of souvenir and chocolate shops around the Grand Place. Also it was December and dark, making the task at hand that much more difficult.

I began to feel like Marlin Perkins in search of the elusive white rhino on an old episode of “Mutual of Omaha’s Wild Kingdom.” Inspired by this thought, I did what most of the big game hunters do. I got out my tracking device, Googled peeing dog Brussels and then used MapQuest to hunt him down. (Okay, my compellingly curious travel kittens — don’t try this abroad. It was dark, I was alone, I’m in a foreign city. We’ve all seen this movie on Lifetime and know how it ends.)

Zinneke Pis joined the dynamic duo of peeing statues in 1998.

Perhaps me taking orders from a talking smart phone (and I may or may not have been talking back) weirded out enough people to stave off an attack. After quite a bit of the road-less-traveled style wandering through extremely scenic downtown Brussels, I wound up near the Fish Market area at the corner of rue des Chartreux and rue du Vieux-Marché with my quarry insight.

I’d saved the best for last. Nobody puts Zinneke Pis in a corner. He’s just out on the street calmly going about his mutt business without a lot of fanfare. No metal bars, no fighting with heaving masses of other tourists, just unfettered, 360-degree access to a urinating statue. But that wasn’t even the coolest part of the experience, although it was pretty freaking cool.

Groovy graffitti

Belgium has a great cartoon culture. The Adventures of TinTin and the Smurfs were born here. Scenes from some of these famous cartoons decorate the walls of buildings downtown. Inspired by this tradition, local artists had done some super groovy graffitti around Zinneke Pis. On the day I found him, Zinneke Pis was peeing on the word “racism.” That put a bigger smile on my face than all the Manneken Pis lollipops in the world.

Right on, Muttly! I think racism sucks too.

Zinneke Pis is definitely the crown jewel in the trifecta of urinating statues in Brussels. Tracking him down was well worth me indulging my compelling curiosity.

Allied Soldiers Influenced the Creation of Berlin’s Currywurst

Posted on March 10, 2015 by Tanja Linton

It’s a street food so iconic that it has its own flavor of potato chips, a song, Google doodle and a museum. The Currywurst is a memorable part of most service members and their families’ experience in Germany. But did you know that flavors loved by American and British Soldiers aided in the birth of this snack?

I didn’t. I’m a German-American Air Force brat and my very first memories of my life are of living in Berlin with my grandparents while my dad did a one-year remote tour in Thailand during the Vietnam War. Just the thought of a Currywurst makes me drool and immediately brings back fond, childhood memories of Berlin. It’s a pretty basic dish (Bratwurst with a curry-flavored ketchup sauce), so I thought I pretty much knew everything about it. Wrong!

My curiosity compelled me to visit the fairly new Deutsches Currywurst Museum (www.currywurstmuseum.com) a few years ago and I was amazed with what I learned. Not only was Currywurst invented in my mom’s home district of Berlin-Charlottenburg, but its creation was influenced by allied Soldiers. My relationship with Currywurst became extremely personal. It’s a microcosm of my heritage on a paper plate.

According to the Deutsches (German) Currywurst Museum, it’s no coincidence that the invention of the Currywurst is rooted in the unique environment of post-World War II Berlin. There was less to eat then and everything was in short supply. The allied forces brought new influences and unknown food items to the city, such as American-style ketchup and English curry powder. Curry was a relatively unknown ingredient in German cuisine at the time. People became creative with the little that was available.

Berliner Herta Heuwer definitely got creative with some of these new ingredients and concocted a unique sauce. She sold her first Currywurst on Sept. 4, 1949. Her snack stand was located at the corner of Kant and Kaiser Friedrich Strasse in Charlottenburg, a western borough, and she named it “First Currywurst Roaster in the World.” She patented her “Chillup Sauce” in 1959. A food phenomenon was born.

My obsession with the taste of Berlin grew even stronger when I learned that the Currywurst was invented in my mom’s home district of Berlin-Charlottenburg. In fact, the first Currywurst stand was right around the corner from where I used to go shopping with my Oma.

Currywurst is an urban food, a factor in the economy, an icon and it’s hip. It’s part of Berlin’s cultural heritage, has been celebrated in films and books and is a source of inspiration for artist, authors, musicians, movie makers, gourmets and the media. This spiced sausage snack has generated many curry-scented memories for Americans who have served in Germany.

“Imbiss (fast food) stands were everywhere in Berlin,” says my dad, retired Air Force Col. Harold Linton, who first ate Currywurst during his assignment to Tempelhof Air Base as an Airman 2nd Class in 1960. “There was one at the corner of Columbia Damm and Tempelhofer Strasse and I would eat a Currywurst right before I headed back to base after a night on the town. Everyone, it didn’t matter if you were rich or poor, ate Currrywurst.” My dad and my mom Ingrid, who is from Berlin-Charlottenburg – birthplace of the city’s favorite sausage – agree that the taste of Currywurst and its easy availability in the city make it an important part of their Berlin memories.

My hometown Sierra Vista in southeastern Arizona seems like an unlikely place to find a Currywurst on the menu, but it isn’t really surprising given the Soldier influence on food here. After all, the world’s first McDonald’s drive-through was created here because of an order in the early 1970s restricting Soldiers from patronizing local business while wearing their uniform. A Currywurst on the menu of a local German restaurant makes good business sense here.

“Currywurst is a popular dish, not only all over Germany, but also here in the U.S in our German restaurants. Currywurst with french fries is one of the most favorite dishes in the café. We have such large requests that we started making our own curry-sauce, using a German recipe,” said Annette Engols, owner of the German Café.

Fort Huachuca employee Rafael Monge lived in Nuernburg as a family member in 1979 and 1980, and later served his first tour in the Army at the airfield in Giebelstadt from 1987 to 1993. “An Imbiss truck would drive on to the base and park between two barracks. The guy who ran it was named Jimmy, so the Soldiers called it the Jimmy Truck,” says Monge. “As it got closer to payday and money was tight, we would rifle through our change jars to come up with the 3 Deutschmark to buy a Wurst.”

Retired Army Sgt. 1st Class Dexter Marquez who also works on Fort Huachuca, enjoyed a close relationship with Currywurst during his assignment to Armed Forces Network Berlin from 1989 to 1994. Then a young private first class, he remembers his sergeant taking him to the Kudamm shortly after his arrival to get to know the city and enjoy some night life. Near the Gedächtniskirche on the Kudamm, the sergeant bought Marquez his first Currywurst at an Imbiss stand. “Holy cow! I immediately fell in love and thought this is the greatest snack of all time,” said Marquez. “I ate four more after the first Currywurst!” A love affair begun, Currywurst was in heavy rotation in his diet during his years at AFN Berlin.

Currywurst has inspired many service members’ treasured memories of Germany and has legions of fans all over the world, but what lead to the creation of its own museum in Berlin? “The idea first came up during a holiday trip to Jamaica. Martin Löwer, the initiator and curator, visited an exhibition about the yam root which is a typical national food item there. By thinking about something similarly popular in Germany and especially Berlin, the idea of the Deutsches Currywurst Museum was born,” says Bianca Wohlfromm, director for Community and Media Management at the museum.

Research on the topic began in 2005 and the exhibition featuring the Currywurst finally opened in August 2009. The interactive museum tells all aspects of the Currywurst story, encouraging visitors to use their sense of sight, hearing and smell, and of course, finally taste. The Deutsches Currywurst Museum is the recipient of five design awards.

“The success story of Currywurst is a phenomenon. Due to the history, it is part of Germany’s cultural heritage. But no other fast food has ever been such an inspiration for songwriters, authors, comedians, artists and their different requirements. Currywurst represents simplicity and honesty, being in the world, down-to-earth – but yet special. This is one reason for picturing celebrities or politicians with a Currywurst,” says Wohlfromm. “It made a culinary career – the Currywurst as a snack stand, fast food product served on a paper plate is a respectable dish at gala events nowadays, usually served on a porcelain plate in the shape of the traditional paper plate. There are even luxury versions served with gold powder or gold leaf on top available from time to time,” Wohlfromm adds.

Zur Bratpfanne on the Schlossstrasse in Berlin-Steglitz is a favorite place to enjoy a taste of my Berliner heritage after some retail therapy. It’s popular with taxi drivers and this Imbiss stand with its classic menu is always busy.

With the fall of the Berlin Wall and the end of the Cold War, allied forces departed Berlin by September 1994. The legacy of thousands of American and British service members who served in the city and Berliner ingenuity will always be celebrated every time ketchup and curry come together on top of a German sausage served on a paper plate anywhere in the world.

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