Lager 67 "Wegscheid"

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Ebelsberger

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Das Lager 67, in Linz bekannt unter dem Namen "Lager Wegscheid", erstreckte sich beiderseits der Landwiedstraße und bestand aus annähernd 100 Baracken. Es diente während der NS-Zeit zur Unterbringung der Soldaten vom FLAK-Regiment 38. Das Lager hat ca. eine Fläche von 2km²!!! Teile von Zugschienen sind vorhanden!! Auch zu finden sind Häuserfundamente, ein Wasserhydrant aus dem Jahre 1939, SS Saves und verschiedene Gegenstände.

Wer hat eventuell Interresse diese Stollen zu erkunden?
 

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Harald 41

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:danke Für die Bilder aus dem Lager in Linz.

LG Harry

PS: Interesse schon aber leider etwas weit weg von mir.:D
 
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Ebelsberger

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kein Problem..

Noch diese Woche werde ich hineingehen und mach noch Fotos von den Fundamenten die dort sind aber auch von innen.

PS: Das ist nicht gut :(
 
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johnhartig

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Nicht Gute Bilder Hier

:pueh:
die Bilder von Wegscheid sind nicht wertvol...Ich wohnte dort in 1954 und lebe jetzt in Kanada...schade dass Ich keine gute Bilder kann griegen als Erinnerung.
John Hartig
Vineland, Ontario
Kanada
 

josef

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Hallo John,
ein herzliches Willkommen im Forum!

Vielleicht kann ein User aus dem Linzer Raum noch mehr und bessere Bilder des ehemaligen "Lager Wegscheid" einstellen...?

lg
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josef

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Foto(s) vom Lager Wegscheid gesucht

Ergänzung zu Beitrag #9
@Joe bekam ein Mail von John und leitete dieses an mich weiter:

Johann (John) lebte von 1946 bis 1954 im Lager Wegscheid und wanderte mit den Eltern nach Kanada aus. Nun sucht er Erinnerungsfotos des damaligen Barackenlagers...

Unsere Linzer Freunde können sicher weiterhelfen :hilfe2:

lg
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johnhartig

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Meine Erinerrung von Lager Wegscheid (aber in Englisch)

Refugee Camp In Austria
“There is nothing more dismal than a refugee camp in winter. Running water may be thirty yards away through ice and mud, with washing in a communal shack increasing the danger of pneumonia. In Europe there are still 120 camps like this one at Kapfenberg, Austria.” [1959] [note from the Internet]

A melting pot of nationalities lived in the barracks of Lager Wegscheid, Austria after World War II. There were about 100 barracks accommodating the “Fluchlingen” or DP s (aka displaced persons) who left Romania, Hungary and Yugoslavia, moving west away from the Communist armies. A camp of barracks was called a “Lager”. It seems my parents moved from Lager to Lager but that was the nature of refugees in those days.

My birth certificate, “Geburtsurkunde”, had to be reissued on July 5, 1952. It records that Johann Iwan Hartig was born in Lager Asten Nr. 100 on Feb. 23, 1946. It further states that both Rosa and Michael Hartig lived in Lager Haid Nr. 121 at the time of the issuance on July 5, 1952. Dad is described as a “Friseur” (barber) and that he is Protestant. Mom is described as “Haushalttatig”, a house-wife and Roman Catholic. It would have been shortly after the re-issuance of my birth certificate, that we would have moved to Lager Wegscheid where all my Austrian memories reside as a little boy. My half-sister, Newenka, would have had to move with mom and dad (even though dad wasn't her biological father) because, she was still a minor, a young teenager at the time.

Mom and dad were lucky to get a roof over their heads, especially after fleeing from Romania and from Yugoslavia as German speaking people when the Russian army rolled west at the end of the war. Old abandoned army barracks were a perfect blessing for “Fluchlingen” once the soldiers moved out of them after 1945/46. A refugee camp was a haven for displaced persons. However, there was also the other kind of “camp”, still fresh in people's minds in 1946, the year of my birth. The concentration camp, Matthausen, was half an hour's drive away from where I lived in Wegscheid near Linz. The Nazis were still incinerating people there only 6 months before I was born.

Well, thank goodness Wegscheid was a camp for refugees and not a concentration camp. It was a welcome refuge for displaced people, so they had a roof over their heads and so they could recover and begin new lives. However, we still had our hardships in those after the war refugee camps. There were lots of health problems and winters, especially, were very hard on people. I remember having high fevers to the point of delirium there in Austria, pin worms that mom pocked out with her fingers inside my bum (I was only 4 or 5). I had the mumps when I was 7 and had to wear a sling around my head andswollen cheek. Before my childhood memories really kicked in, when I was 2, I guess, I had also been sent to a sanatorium in Linz because of tuberculosis. I was in there for 2 years mom told me. She'd come and visit and could hear me way down the hallway, lowing like a forlorn calf with a deep and rough voice: “That's my Hansi,” she would say in German. She wasn't too happy to find lice on my head and accused the little Saxon girl, “die Saxin”, in the next crib of giving it to me.

I also had rheumatic fever as a baby which damaged my heart, so that my aortic valve had to be replaced years later with an artificial valve when I was 41 years old (thank goodness for Universal Healthcare in Canada). I remember the American army chaplain, Dale Ackerman, driving his jeep to our barracks in Wegscheid to bring the Hartigs a care package of clothing and oranges because my name was on the list of children with tuberculosis. I corresponded with him through letters until I was 18 years old, once we settled in Canada.

I have memories of getting into real trouble in Austria. I hung out with the tough boys around the camp and we used to have stone throwing fights which were dangerous. I got dinged in the head and that really hurt and it bled. There were lots of stones in the pathways that ran along the streets in the camp; there were no cement sidewalks. Summers got dusty and hot and everything seemed dirty and muddy when it rained or snowed in autumn or winter. Despite the poverty, people still got real Christmas trees in winter which they decorated with tinsel and actual candles. I'm sure the occasional barracks went up in flames in December or January. Oranges and tangerines were used as special Christmas gifts.

I mentioned somewhere else that the ocean voyage from Bremen Haven to Halifax on the SS Neptunia was hard on my mom and dad. They spent a lot of time in the cabin, fighting sea sickness. I think my sisters didn't fare that well either. All I remember is running all over the ship exploring. I was lucky not to be so sea-sick and I remember taking in a movie on board, a western, while the ship rock and rolled across the Atlantic Ocean. Halifax was a fog, not only in memory but literally. The train ride to Kitchener, Ontario Canada was cold because it was November.

I'd say, coming to Canada was the best thing that ever happened to us, all around. I have an MA in English Literature, play the violin and am a wedding photographer. My sister, Reni, became secretary to the mayor in Kitchener after high-school and my kid brother, George, became an electrician. My older sister, Newenka became a house-wife after marrying Paul Kuppek, but with her ability to debate, she could have become a lawyer had she had the educational opportunity. In fact, her oldest daughter, Silvie, did indeed become a lawyer. Dad Michael became a fork-lift driver on construction in Canada, grew to love hockey and worked hard to get his kids through school. Mom Rosi was the mainstay to the household as a house-wife who always had meals ready, dad's aluminum lunch-pail packed and who made her weekly visits to the Kitchener market on Saturday mornings in her high heels. She could talk about Canadian politics in 5 different languages.
 
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Dear John,
thanks for your interesting story. To stay two years in a hospital as a small child must be very bad (OK, you got healthy again).
I am Austrian and I worked long time in Romania - therefore storys like yours, Protestant family, German speaking and to escape from communists in word war II or later was relatively often.
Lucky your family could settle again in Canada - most of the people I was informed continued to be homeseek.

Coming back to your request, I am sorry I cannot help you with Wegscheid - I am far away from this place.

All the best,
Struwwelpeter
 
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Hallo, meine Vater war als Kind mit seiner Mutter bis ca.1955 in dem Lager BM3/21.6. Ich suche ebenso Bildmaterial aus dieser Zeit. Leider ist meine Vater schon vor langem verstorben und er er hat mir nichts aus dieser zeit berichtet. Vielleicht gibt es ja noch Zeitzeugen oder Fotos. Ich würde mich sehr darüber freuen.
Mfg
Schreilechner
 
#18
Hallo,
ich habe von 1950 bis 1962 in Wegscheid gelebt. Leider habe ich von dieser Zeit keine Fotos oder Bilder von Wegscheid. Ich wäre sehr froh und dankbar, wenn ihr mir Fotos/Bilder übermitteln könntet.
MfG
Hans
 
#19
Hallo, ich wurde 1952 auch in Wegscheid geboren. Meine Eltern waren Flüchtlinge. aber ich habe einige bilder vom camp. Jeder, der interessiert ist, kann sich auf eine Reihe von Fotos freuen. Lebe jetzt seit 65 Jahren in den Niederlanden.
Mfg
Kris
Hallo Kris,
ich habe auch von 1950 bis 1962 in Wegscheid gelebt. Leider habe ich von dieser Zeit keine Fotos oder Bilder von Wegscheid. Ich wäre sehr froh und dankbar, wenn du mir Fotos/Bilder übermitteln könntest.
MfG
Hans
 

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Das Lager 67, in Linz bekannt unter dem Namen "Lager Wegscheid", erstreckte sich beiderseits der Landwiedstraße und bestand aus annähernd 100 Baracken. Es diente während der NS-Zeit zur Unterbringung der Soldaten vom FLAK-Regiment 38. Das Lager hat ca. eine Fläche von 2km²!!! Teile von Zugschienen sind vorhanden!! Auch zu finden sind Häuserfundamente, ein Wasserhydrant aus dem Jahre 1939, SS Saves und verschiedene Gegenstände.

Wer hat eventuell Interresse diese Stollen zu erkunden?
Hallo.
Ich habe deinen Beitrag leider erst jetzt entdeckt. Vor einem Jahr ca bin ich jetzt hier in dieser Gegend.
Hast du den Stollen / Bunker schon erkundet?
Lg
 
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