In December 1991, my grandmother embarked on a heartfelt journey back from Germany to reunite with her family for Christmas. The weeks had been a whirlwind, marked by significant changes and moments of nostalgia, and the holiday season promised a much-needed respite and joyous reunion.
She packed her bags meticulously, ensuring that every gift, memento, and essential item found its place. Her luggage was brimming with souvenirs from Germany - a blend of traditional Christmas ornaments, fine chocolates, and delicately wrapped gifts for each family member. She had also carefully selected a few cherished recipes and ingredients to bring a touch of German culinary magic to the festive table.
The journey began at Frankfurt Airport, one of Europe's busiest hubs, buzzing with the energy of countless travelers eager to reach their holiday destinations. My Grandmother, bundled up in her warmest coat and scarf, navigated the bustling terminal with a mix of excitement and longing. The airport was festooned with twinkling lights and festive decorations, amplifying the holiday spirit and making the anticipation of reuniting with her loved ones even sweeter.
As she boarded the plane, she found her seat and settled in, her mind drifting between the memories of the past 2 weeks in Germany and the joyous reunion awaiting her. The flight was long, but the anticipation kept her spirits high. She passed the time by reading a novel and occasionally gazing out the window at the vast expanse of clouds and sky.
The plane touched down in Portland, OR (her home town), and she felt a wave of warmth and familiarity wash over her. Stepping off the plane, she was greeted by the crisp winter air, filled with the promise of a white Christmas. Her family waited her eagerly in the arrivals hall, their faces lighting up as they spotted her emerging from the crowd.
Hugs, tears, and laughter filled the air as they embraced, the weeks of separation melting away in an instant. The car ride home was filled with animated chatter, catching up on stories, and the delightful anticipation of the Christmas celebration ahead.
Back at home, the house was a picturesque scene of holiday cheer, adorned with twinkling lights, a beautifully decorated tree, and the welcoming aroma of home-cooked meals. My grandmother quickly became the center of attention, sharing tales of her adventures in Germany and distributing the thoughtfully chosen gifts.
My grandmother's return from Germany in 1991 was more than just a journey -- it was a heartfelt reconnection of family bonds, and a testament to the enduring spirit of Christmas.
My grandmother passed away in 2016 and will be forever missed. Thank you for travelling with me to Germany to visit my fiancé, Johanna Lassner. We all love and miss you very much!
With Gloria "Grandma" Ross, Bill Lorenz, Deborah Lorenz, Casey Lorenz, Nick Lorenz, Tamara Rothe, Carla Bowlin, Violet "Nana" McClure, Michelle Ross and John Ross
Filmed by Howard