PICTURES THAT DIDN'T MAKE IT IN THE BOOK
(JOURNEY BETWEEN MOUNTAINS)
MARY'S GROUP:
Bradburn, Gertrude
Brake, Jesse
Brennan, Martina
Brown, Joan
Cavanaugh, Patricia
Coffin, Helen
Davenport, Alice
Edwards. Rebecca
Emerson, Alice
Essington. Elizabeth
Fairchild, Jane
Gage, Sally
Gentzel, Dorothy (DiJi)
Goodwin. Frances
Gumpert, Rosamond
Hall, Mary Jane
Hall, Julia Mary (Baroudi)
Howss, Ann
McCafferty, Kay
McGuire. Margaretta
McIntosh, Marguerite
McLaughlin. Phyllis
McLaughlin, Pauline
McMillan, Jane
Norris, Alice
Perkett, Ruth
Runnion, Helene
Rich Margaret
Sellman, Rosalie
Sillcocks, Elizabeth
Smith, Suzanne
Sullivan, Catherine
Trosh, Janet
FROM CLUBMOBILE TO DUGOUT
When Mary;s group reached Kaufbueren Germany the clubmobile was retired and they established 'dugouts'. Theirs was in the shadow of King Ludwigs Neuschwantein Castle. Ludwig was referred to in the annals of history as the swan king but also 'Mad King Ludwig..
They named their dugout ' Mad King Luddys Dugout'
JULY,1945 THRONOV, CZECHOSLOVAKIA
SERVING 319TH AND 16TH INFANTRY
John Kuzenkoz Stonington , Conn
GI's gather at back of clubmobile for coffee and doughnuts
POSTWAR SWITZERLAND
ZERMATT
ZERMATT -GETTING READY FOR POST-WAR SKI MEET.
THE VIEW FROM OUTSIDE OUR HOTEL
THE ONLY FORM OF TRANSPORTATION IN ZERMATT
LUNCH BREAK- DURING CROSS COUNTRY FROM GORNAGRAT TO ZERMATT
SNOW RABBIT IN FRONT OF HOTEL
Mary felt at home in Zermatt. Granted Gore Mt. was by no means comparable to the Metterhorn that toward majestically over the mountain village. The atmosphere of Zermatt was very much like the ski town of North Creek, New York . Unlike North Creek, NY there are absolutely no cars on the street ( a condition that exists even today.) It is an open and friendly village, with cobbled alleyways and quaint little restaurants.
THE MATTERHORN TOWERS MAJESTICALLY OVER THE VILLAGE OF ZERMATT
ZERMATTS ONLY FORM OF 'TRAFFIC' JAM
RESTING IN THE SUNSHINE
DURING A SKI TRIP FROM ZERMATT TO GORNAGRAT
resting in the sunshine while waitin for the train to Zermatt from Montrreux.
High Noon at Biel RR Station
The vintage post card tells it all...the close knit religious Czech family.. the unpainted floors..usually scrubbed to perfection...On entering a home you discover a row of shoes outside the door. The dress today remains the same(1945)