It was 1979
and Mama was 79 years old. She came to Germany to visit because she wanted
to meet Markus. She had only seen pictures of him and he was about 6 months old
by now. She was to fly in and at that time Munich still had its old airport. The arrival
gate was small and one could see all the arrivals collecting their suitcases.
We were desperately trying to locate her in the crowd of sleepy passengers
claiming their belongings. We wanted to go in and help but were not allowed
into the area. You can imagine how worried I was, that she could not find, and or
carry her suitcase or cases as she planned to stay a while.
I'm
scanning the masses of people. I'm frantic and don't see her anywhere then I
hear from behind me a familiar voice, "Anita, Hans, hello, here I am!".
I turn around and there I see this wide awake, and chipper lovely lady who had
been traveling all night and she's carrying just a purse and walking at that
fast pace we all remember so well. She came out of the area for people with
just "carry-ons"!!!! I asked how she managed to get by customs and
use that exit and she said very matter of factly," I just told them I
could not carry my suitcase, it's too heavy. They let me go through that door
and I didn't have to wait"!! Her suitcase was brought to the door and away
we went! We so enjoyed her visit with us and hope she did as well!
