In memory of my father Franz Böringer

At about the age of fourteen with his sisters Anna (right) and Gertrud.

My parents
Marlene and
Franz Böringer
in Oberprechtal,
August 1957.

Franz Böringer, as a police sergeant, during a course at the Sports Academy of the Federal Border Guard (now Federal Police) in Lübeck, March 1958.

In the 1960s:
My father was an avid fistball player.

Marlene
and
Franz Böringer,
in about 1960.

In the 1960s:
Franz Böringer (red dot), celebrating in the chow hall of the 'Bereitschaftspolizei' (public order support force) in Koblenz.

At the end of the 1960s: My father as superintendent.

1971: Franz Böringer and me
in Manderscheid (Eifel).

1976:
Franz Böringer,
during a visit of police officers from the police headquarters Wad Medani/Sudan
(Hassan Ahmad
al-Siddig et al.)
and their families to Koblenz.

1979: During a visit of English police officers from Norwich,
Norfolk Constabulary
(Roger Brighton,
Derek Bunn,
Alan Goldsmith,
Patrick Nash,
Edmund Worby),
and their families to Koblenz.

At the end of the 1970s:
With Klaus Werz (right), later Head of Public Order Support Force, Rhineland-Palatinate, during a joint exercise (woodland search) of police, public order support force and helicopter unit in the Hunsrück.

(Photograph courtesy of Klaus Werz)

June 1980:
Franz Böringer
with Werner Maxeiner (later senior chief inspector and head of the highway patrol in Montabaur/Westerwald) during a visit of King Khalid of Saudi Arabia to Koblenz and Bonn.

In the 1980s:
Marlene and
Franz Böringer
on holiday in
St. Tropez.

1985:
Franz Böringer was also a tennis enthusiast.

About 2006: In the vineyard in Winningen, above the river Mosel.

1989, Gallic humor of French Gendarmerie:
It's FRANZ and not HERMANN -
go and ask Dr. Müller: "MUSKATNUSS!"
(= nutmeg; cf.:
Louis de Funès,
'Le Grand Restaurant').

1966, checkpoint Lauterbourg/France:
"Bonjour -
we are back!"
My mother Marlene Böringer after an unsuccessful attempt to invade France. Anyway: Her Volkswagen Beetle damaged at least a French barrier.
(She had been allegedly distracted by a handsome French customs officer...!)