Hickox (DD 673) - Naval Cruise Book

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■J$ I! The Mayor of Emden, Herr Rosenberg, presents a plaque to the Captain at the city ' s testimonial. Mr. Brown can ' t understand why he ' s not getting one. It was here that the first attempt at a parliamentary form of government was made. EMDEN We didn ' t notice the hundreds of peering faces that awaited us on the dock for we had just spent a couple of years at Special Sea Detail coming through the locks. It didn ' t take us long, h owever, to realize what it meant to these people to have the first American War- ship ever to moor in Emden. Tickets were sold to see us and 1500 citizens felt we were worth the price. We feted one hundred refugee children from the Russian sector of Germany with cocoa, ice cream and for many, their first toys . . . and when they sang a song to us in thanks we couldn ' t help but feel a little moisture under our eyelids. We visited the largest green houses in Europe at Weismore . . . The Blue Pheasant, a storybook East Fries- land Inn . . . and the spot where the first at- tempt at a Parliament in Europe was made. We also paid our respects to the Rio Rita. The town officials toasted us at Lindenhof ' s where sincere speeches of good will had to be made twice — in German and in English. When we left at 2 i 00 we hardly noticed the bomb shelters that Hitler built along the coast and completely forgot that this city was 84% bombed out during the war. The second largest greenhouses in Europe at Wiesmore. A place made famous by our Plan of the Day — the typically East Frisian Inn Torfkrug — the Blue Pheasant

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BREMERHAVEN AND EMDEN, GERMANY BREMERHAVEN After a picturesque journey through the Fjords, and being swallowed by the North Sea we surfaced in the second largest fishing port in Europe — in the land of beer gardens and uniforms. After a brief treasure hunt we went ashore and stripped down for Customs inspec- tion. WYLAND was sent out as a special envoy while we went broke buying 400 Day Clocks, Cuckoo Clocks and Cameras of all kinds. We ate Bockwurst and potato salad and drank schnapps, cognac, Pils Hereforder and Carls- burg. We talked a lot about the war and got the other side of the picture. Everyone from the milkman to the streetcleaner had a uniform At 2200 the last night in, we found it diffi- cult to stand at attention at quarters for mus- ter but at any rate we were all there and ready to go again. Demont and Sandifer give Fritz the word on flashing light (As if they knew.) Hey kid! . . . Ya got a wooden leg? It was worth every mile . . . just to see their faces.

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DEN HELDER, HOLLAND