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Leberkäse and wooden boxes from the weekly market

Leberkäse and wooden boxes from the weekly market

of Interested »January 15, 2017, 4:09 pm

When I (the author) visited grandma and grandpa in Hamburg-Altona in the early 1960s, there was always a lot to see. At a certain time I took tram line 15 in the direction of Hohenzollernring in Altona. The type of tram was a VG articulated vehicle. There were 35 seats and 108 standing places in the railcar. At the back, by the conductor, there were two doors to get in. In the middle there were two doors for the exit and one door for the driver. This type had heavy track wear due to its heavy weight. The nickname was therefore "rail milling machine".

Sometimes grandma or grandpa waited at the Holstenstrasse stop at the corner of Allee. Today the avenue is called "Max-Brauer-Allee" after a Hamburg mayor. The two streets were not as wide then as they are today.

When I arrived at my grandparents' in Eggerstedtstrasse, there was a malt beer for me to strengthen myself. Then it was told what was new in the family. Grandma had a sister in Ronneburg and Grandpa had a sister in Köthen, both lived in the GDR. You couldn't even drive there quickly, because the zone boundary lay in between. Grandpa's brother lived in Erlangen, which was also many kilometers. This is how letters were written, over and over. Grandma was happy to show me the letters with the colorful, great special stamps from the GDR. Then there was the fact that they had no telephone connection, not even in the mid-1960s. So there was always a lot to talk about. When enough was said, Grandma took the shopping bag and shopping net from the pantry. Then we went to the weekly market, which was open on Tuesdays and Fridays from 2 p.m. It wasn't that big, around 30 market traders were selling on Alsen-Platz. Not to be compared with the weekly market on Isestrasse under the elevated railway. This is one of the largest weekly markets in Germany and Europe's longest open-air market with a length of 600 meters. Around 200 dealers sell here on Tuesdays and Fridays. The noise of the elevated train overhead is free of charge.

I was usually allowed to visit grandma and grandpa on Fridays after school. Now it was in the old stairwell, which always smelled so funny downstairs. The toilet windows of the rented apartments faced the stairwell and were only about forty by forty centimeters. So small that no stranger could get through the window. Below were the round metal bins of the Hamburg city cleaning service, at that time still without rollers. If the lid of the bin was not closed, it smelled very much of rubbish. There was a lot to see on the street in front of the apartment building. The police station guard was right across the street. The Peter cars were parked here, and sometimes motorcycles were parked in front of the guard. When the motorcyclists were in their parade uniform, they were called “white mice”. We went in the direction of the S-Bahn Holstenstrasse. We had to pass under a round arch bridge made of red clinker stone. In some places it dripped heavily on the roadway. The S-Bahn and the many steam locomotives of the Deutsche Bundesbahn drove over this bridge. Then it went quickly across the intersection of Stresemannstrasse and Alsenstrasse. On Stresemannstrasse, a few black taxis with a bright all-round line were waiting for customers. In the middle of the street there was a traffic island for the tram line 11 stop. Where the new Flora now stands at the intersection, there was a large open space in the 1960s on which many cars were for sale.

Now we went down Alsenstrasse, in the direction of Doormannsweg. From a distance you could already see the weekly market. He was on Alsenplatz, which no longer exists today. There today the street Doormannsweg goes through the former Alsenplatz.

There were two or three rows of markets there. In the front row was Grandma's regular butcher, a land butcher from Schleswig-Holstein. Here she bought the Sunday roast and the lovely meat loaf wrapped in bacon. Before the market started at 2 p.m., many customers were waiting in front of the stands for them to open. Right next to the butcher, a market woman had her stand with tropical fruits. Grandma always bought the beautiful peaches, grapes, tangerines, clementines and oranges here. Everything looked like a picture book. Grandma then asked for empty orange boxes, if so, she would come back after shopping.

The cheese man had his stand in the middle aisle, which he had to assemble and dismantle himself. The stand was tied with a tarpaulin on three sides and the roof. Here grandma bought the Edam with the red wax crust. He always wore big glasses and was always friendly. He also always tried to sell a slice of Edam more than you wanted, "may it be a little more?" He asked. But Grandma stayed tough and didn't buy more than she wanted. At the end of the shopping spree, we passed the fruit stand again. The market woman had already prepared two empty orange boxes for Grandma. For this she should pay ten pfennigs per box.

These boxes had sturdy wood to light the fire. Other, light wooden boxes could be taken free of charge. Lemon boxes, grape boxes, peach boxes, tomato boxes from Holland, Romania, Morocco and Spain lay on a mountain of rubbish by the road. The apple and grape crates from the Cap also had sturdy wood. Five boxes were put together so that I could carry them easily. Of course, I also had some boxes in my other hand. The way back then always took a little longer, because Grandma had a box in each hand. But you had the finest kind of kindling in your hands and grandpa was happy about the many boxes.

Now he had something to cut down on. There were three coal stoves to heat in the rented apartment. First he removed the pins and nails, then he stacked the wood in the attic as winter supplies. The attic was quite small and here in its wooden corner he had peace from Grandma. Solid fuels such as loose Union or Rekord briquettes, egg coals and hard coals were also stored here. For the delivery of the coals to the attic, there was an extra surcharge per hundredweight for carrying it up. You couldn't store coal in the basement, because tenants lived here in the basement. On the other side of the attic there was a roof fire in 1962 or 1963. But nobody was injured. The police were the quickest on the scene, the guard was across the street.

Author: Dieter Scholz, December 25, 2016


Yes, I can also remember the time and the basement apartments, which soon no longer existed.
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Re: Leberkäse and wooden boxes from the weekly market

of Interested »November 5, 2018, 7:16 pm

From my childhood I only really know stove heaters. A stove in the living room and a larger stove in the kitchen, the ashes of which were used to scatter the sidewalk in winter.
In winter the bedroom was "heated" with a hot water bottle.

In the basement there was the shared bathroom, the water of which was heated with a stove and in which the residents took turns bathing on weekends.

Instead of a refrigerator, there was a pantry.

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Re: Leberkäse and wooden boxes from the weekly market

of eyewitness »November 5, 2018, 10:07 pm

I think your vocabulary is going to be tough ... unity. If something goes wrong, you get the Wessi, Wossi out. Nobody does it the other way around.

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