Public Mechanisms and Village Lives
Reicholzheim possesses a primary school (primary school Reicholzheim) and a kindergarten, a community center, in which the local administration, a general physician and a fire-brigade are accommodated. Reicholzheim possesses a festival hall, in which has a capacity of 500 people; also it possesses two sports fields with 100 m course and far jump course and a race course. Reicholzheim has several associations, Sportverein (VfB Reicholzheim), Faschingsverein (RNC Reicholzheim), An association for local history There is a history club (Heimatverein) in Reicholzheim, The history Association should help be able to help with the book of Paul Benz, "Reicholzheim - �ltestes Dorf im unteren Taubertal" (1984) is its title. Another history book would be by Fridolin Bischof tittle, "Reicholzheim- Blut und Boden" (1938)
A fishing rod association, a Gesangsverein (Saengerkranz Reicholzheim) Motorsportclub (MSC Reicholzheim). There are several association celebrations due to the high number of associations. The most important meetings are: The carnival stranger meetings of the RNCs, The wine celebration, with which there are regional wines auto+free Sunday, every 2 years in the lower Tauber Valley to 2. Sunday in August in Reicholzheim with a celebration involved. Weihnachtsmarkt, with which there are regional products to buy.
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