My recollection of the period is that there was no formal organization,
but rather an informal group focused on racing.  They were not interested
in helping others qualify to pass tests in order to sign boats out of the
RecCtr -- had to be begged to be taken along for a "ride" to help learn
for qualification.

It was this attitude that caused a small group to focus on a wider  approach:
    expand membership (all ranks - mil & civ),
    establish formal 10 week training program,
    encourage 'novis' participation in races,
    plan weekend regattas (with three races),
    establish relations with French & British  YC's
    develop social activities relating to the AYCB,  etc.

As ViceC I was responsible for the training and conducted more than one 8
week program (with around 90% of students passing qual first time).  I
used a small (4"x5") English basic sailing handbook (still have it: used
it for my own kids & one neighbor).  BBde G2/3 Training Aids Sec blew up &
copied portions and made tiny model sailboats used to demonstrate effect
of wind on sails, etc.  Scheduled Sunday mornings.  First two weeks with
two hour basic classes, followed by two weeks of two hour classes of
on-the-boat rigging etc, then four week PE with qualified Skippers (I need
one Skipper/2 students ideally).

I recall that our last day of organized sailing was on/about 28 Oct when
all our boats were towed to the French YC (through locks!) for a 3 race
weekend regatta followed by (formal) dinner and awards.

It seems that our best AYCB Skippers could beat some/most of the Brits,
but none/few of the French.  The difference was that we and the Brits
raced club boats and most of the French raced private boats -- or at least
upgraded types.

My last major recollection was having the AYCB officers invited to a
German YC Fashing party.  This was (I believe) a result of an incident on
the water the previous Summer.  Two young girls in a small power boat were
waving at the few boats passing them.  Some on the passing boats waved
back.  Engine noise prevented the cries of, "Helfen, bitte!" from being
heard I guess.  I brought my Olympic abeam and asked if I could help.
They did not feel that my sailboat could tow them, but agreed to toss me a
line and off we went.  I towed them under sail close enough to their YC
docks that they could paddle in.  They invited me for a drink and
introduced me to their parents who thanked me for the rescue attempt.

When we went to the Fasching party we were initially somewhat
uncomfortable.  A table had been set aside, drinks provided, but for what
seemed to be too long a time we just sat there -- alone.  Finally, someone
came over toask someone at our table to dance, someone else came over to
talk -- and the party opened up.  We we welcomed with open arms and
enjoyed a fine time.  (Bobsey and I enlisted the help of our young,
socially active housemaid in getting suitably costumed.)

My last recollection has been on my wall for years: a beautiful German
barometer by C. Plath, Hamburg mounted on a wooden plaque with a brass plate
reading:

                         COMMODORE'S  TROPHY
                         American  Yachtclub  Berlin
           (No typo)
                                 1962
                               II Place