Growing up, my mom spoke of her German relatives and how she'd spend summers visiting them in Bremen. However, new stories were never added upon the old.
I had often wondered of those cousins, and the aunt my mom held so dear. Knowing her not-so-great ability to keep in contact with people, though, it was easy to determine where the disconnect came.
Then, a few years into living in Amsterdam I received an email from her cousin Yvonne introducing herself to me and asking for my mom's contact information. We built up a nice correspondence, which included her brother Christoph too. But my mom's not-so-great ability to keep in contact stayed in tact - despite my admonishments.
That is, until I coordinated a (re)union with them for the benefit of my mom... and myself.
It was a great weekend meet-up. One where old stories were expounded upon and new ones were made. And I couldn't have asked for anything better than that.
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| Town Musicians |
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| underground restaurant |
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| private rooms in underground restaurant, where my great-grandfather set up meetings with his sons to discuss business |
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| Roland statue : protector of the city |
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| City Hall |
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| tidbit from Sabine, Christoph's wife: inside every cathedral is a mouse. |
1 comment:
Good for you, connecting with family! And in a historically significant place, family history speaking.
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