The First Class of Fulbrighters - Fulbright-Kommission
The First Class of Fulbrighters - Fulbright-Kommission
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from the war on the road to Bad Honnef; the destruction<br />
surrounding the cathedral in Köln; the shabby clothes <strong>of</strong><br />
many Germans; the prevalence <strong>of</strong> bicycles in the streets in<br />
place <strong>of</strong> the automobiles Americans were accustomed to seeing;<br />
the piles <strong>of</strong> rubble still visible in every German city I<br />
visited; the yawning gaps between buildings; the lack <strong>of</strong><br />
almost any form <strong>of</strong> luxury.<br />
MY GREATEST SURPRISES WERE POSITIVE:<br />
the absence <strong>of</strong> any visible anti-American feeling; the lack <strong>of</strong><br />
recriminations about the destruction American planes had<br />
inflicted on the country; the lack <strong>of</strong> self-pity; and a remarkable<br />
objectivity about assessing blame for the general carnage<br />
<strong>of</strong> the war. Only once did I hear a criticism <strong>of</strong> the American<br />
air attack on Germany, and that was in the context <strong>of</strong> the<br />
destruction <strong>of</strong> Dresden, about which I—a former member <strong>of</strong><br />
the U.S. Air Force—had previously heard nothing!<br />
As for my fellow grantees, I soon learned that my fears<br />
about their reaction to Germany and the Germans had been<br />
unfounded. At the end <strong>of</strong> a typical orientation day, we would<br />
usually get together and compare impressions, which were<br />
almost invariably favorable. Each <strong>of</strong> us had anecdotes to<br />
relate, many <strong>of</strong> them humorous, and I recall no condescension<br />
towards the Germans we had encountered, even though<br />
Donald H. Crosby was born in New York City in 1927. He served in the U.S. Air Force between 1945-47. After majoring in<br />
English at New York University, Crosby studied German Literature at Princeton University, from which he received a Ph.D. in<br />
1955. As a pre-doctoral student at Princeton, Crosby was awarded a <strong>Fulbright</strong> fellowship for study at the Universität München<br />
from 1953-54. Author <strong>of</strong> many studies in the area <strong>of</strong> German literature and music, Crosby taught at Indiana University, the<br />
University <strong>of</strong> Kansas, the City University <strong>of</strong> New York, and the University <strong>of</strong> Connecticut, where he is Pr<strong>of</strong>essor Emeritus <strong>of</strong><br />
German Studies. Still active as a lecturer for the Smithsonian Institution in Washington, D.C., Crosby resides in Springfield,<br />
Virginia.<br />
A FULBRIGHT YEAR IN MUNICH was the decisive<br />
turning point <strong>of</strong> my life and literally the crossroads <strong>of</strong><br />
my career. After a somewhat rocky ocean crossing on the<br />
U.S. Independence and a whirlwind train ride from Genoa to<br />
Germany, we arrived at the picturesque Rhineland town <strong>of</strong><br />
Bad Honnef for several weeks <strong>of</strong> orientation. Our stay at the<br />
pension Vater Rhein was memorable—fresh Brötchen 1 with<br />
delicious German c<strong>of</strong>fee were a gourmet breakfast delight<br />
for this American’s taste buds and have remained so to this<br />
day. I still take a sentimental journey to this locale whenever<br />
I am in the vicinity and recall that first impression <strong>of</strong><br />
German culture—in spite <strong>of</strong> the changes a half century has<br />
wrought. Our rigorous orientation program in Bad Honnef<br />
was a challenge, and the encounter with a melange <strong>of</strong> students<br />
and pr<strong>of</strong>essors from various disciplines brought a<br />
sense <strong>of</strong> excitement to my parochial heart.<br />
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most Germans in those days were living under conditions<br />
that seemed terribly “primitive” to us spoiled Americans.<br />
Likewise, I can recall no instance <strong>of</strong> hostile or discriminatory<br />
behavior towards Americans during our orientation period.<br />
On the contrary. Tradesmen and pr<strong>of</strong>essionals in Bad Honnef,<br />
such as the English-speaking couple who owned the<br />
Apotheke Willi Sick, went out <strong>of</strong> their way to assist Americans<br />
who needed practical advice but who were still struggling<br />
with the German language.<br />
<strong>The</strong> impressions I had gained at Bad Honnef carried over<br />
into my stay at my “home base” <strong>of</strong> Munich. As an example <strong>of</strong><br />
tolerance on both sides, I recall that a blatantly anti-Semitic<br />
remark passed by a certain pr<strong>of</strong>essor at the University <strong>of</strong><br />
Munich was shrugged <strong>of</strong>f by one <strong>of</strong> our Jewish grantees with<br />
the comment, “Oh well, give him some time—he’ll learn!”<br />
Time and space will not permit the inclusion <strong>of</strong> my first<br />
impressions <strong>of</strong> academic life at the University <strong>of</strong> Munich in<br />
Germany in 1953, except to say that despite freshly erected,<br />
wet concrete walls, puddles in corridors, poorly dressed pr<strong>of</strong>essors<br />
and students, woefully inadequate libraries, and freezing<br />
lecture halls, the spirit <strong>of</strong> learning, the spirit <strong>of</strong> Goethe,<br />
Kant, and, yes, Heine, like the Germany itself, had been<br />
reborn.<br />
<strong>Fulbright</strong> Memorabilia<br />
by John Fetzer<br />
<strong>The</strong> subsequent year in Munich was magical;<br />
Akademiestrasse 21, about two blocks from the university<br />
and directly across from the Kunstakademie left an indelible<br />
mark on my memory, as did some <strong>of</strong> the still bomb-damaged<br />
streets in the vicinity as well as my landlady, who<br />
apparently had little love for Americans.<br />
Vorlesungen, Seminare and Hauptseminare 2 ran the gamut<br />
from Germanic philology, medieval and modern lyric poetry,<br />
and Wagnerian operas, to Shakespearean drama. In short, I<br />
enrolled for a full forty hours a week, began my day at 7:30<br />
a.m. and staggered home at 7:00 p.m., exhausted but exhilarated.<br />
In crowded lectures, Hans Heinrich Borchert, Arthur<br />
Kutscher, Romano Guardini, Friedrich Wentzlaff-Eggebert,<br />
Wolfgang Clemens, Helmut Motekat, and some less fabled<br />
stars illuminated the academic heavens for me. How strange<br />
it felt on one less auspicious occasion, however, to be the<br />
only student in a huge hall, when after a few days, all the