Youth memories of Tyssa

There are experiences that have secured a permanent place in my memories due to repetitions. These include the annual “Easter Riding” held in Tyssa where, with colorfully decorated horses, an old ecclesiastical custom was maintained. For us boys, however, the Tyssaer Anna Festival with its countless sales booths remained even more memorable. There was a lot to see and buy from toys to tasty Turkish honey. I especially like the carousels, swings and shooting galleries that had their pitch right next to our house. The summer, however, brought us to the idyllic brick pond, with its numerous opportunities for swimming or boating a great sporty pastime. The winter, which left us in Tyssa with snow and freezing cold and never let us down when tobogganing, skiing or snow making great joy, we like to remember.

However, there are also events that were only experienced once in the youth, but because of their importance they also became firmly embedded in the memories. This is how I remember 1936, the year of the Olympic Games, where many interested Tyssaers hiked to Peterswald to greet the Czechoslovak rider who brought the Olympic flame with his torch to German territory in Hellendorf . Large banners with the inscription: “We greet the youth of the world” spoke in German territory of peaceful competition. At the same time, we did not suspect that it was the last Olympic Games before the war. On the same road from Peterswald to Hellendorf After the end of the war, the Tyssa population was “driven back to the land of their fathers”, as the Czech mayor later sarcastically put it.

The year 1938 brought the most profound experience for the Sudetenland. The time came when a military conflict between the CSR and the German Reich was on the cutting edge. In Tyssa roadblocks were erected in the curve to the tourist building and prepared on the rocks MG stands to stop the invasion of German troops. In the new school year, Czech was introduced as a foreign language. But everything turned out differently! In retrospect, however, one can say that the wish of many Sudeten Germans: “to come home to the Reich” was at the same time the beginning of the end.

Tyssa, as a quiet, contemplative mountain resort, was able to record a few special experiences in a later time, which particularly interested the young. Who ever saw us fly a zeppelin in full size? However, we were not spoiled by the “aviation” spoiled when one day, coming from the north, we saw a majestic, calm flight, steering a zeppelin southwards over our town. Of course that was a great thing and we hoped, unfortunately in vain, that he would come back again.

The son of the “Hansel-Schuster”, who lived opposite the school, was a pilot in the Luftwaffe. Soon it was rumored that he would fly over Tyssa on a particular day . How eagerly awaited we were with his parents, when he was flying low with his Ju52, waving his wings in greeting.

Another experience was when a Messerschmidt hunter for technical reasons to an emergency landing behind the district fallow put down on a field a belly landing. Of course, this was immediately talked about like wildfire and soon we could watch this event from a safe distance, as the aircraft was already guarded. Luckily the pilot got away with the horror.

Much more sad ended, however, a crash of a twin-engine aircraft in the forest towards Raiza . This machine no longer reached an open area in an emergency landing, but hit a real swath in the trees when hitting the forest area. All three crewmembers died and were covered by parachutes by nearby forest workers until the official salvage operation took place. In the time of the crash, we were learning the song “vom guten Kameraden” in the singing lessons with teacher Salamon, as if we had accompanied the poor aviators on their last flight.

I know that the saddest experience besides the loss of a loved one is the day of expulsion from our dear home for all concerned. Satisfied, however, can feel the one who in his later period of life has built up a new existence, remained healthy and, with due distance from depressing experiences in his life, can only think back on enjoyable ones.

Harald Richter,