welcome October 25, 2004 Issue

Fellow citizens one and all

Maike Byrd

THE ONLY TIME I ever saw my dad cry was when his eldest daughter (me) left Germany to follow her new American husband and settle a continent away in the United States. I promised to write—often—and told him I'd be back. But we both knew it wouldn't be soon and could never be often enough. This was before the days of e-mails, low international phone rates, and cheap air flights.

Thankfully, I was eventually able to return home for extended visits, and my parents got many opportunities to grandparent our three boys.

Many kind people took me under their wings in the early years and helped me adjust in my new country. Through them, I felt God's loving care. Thank you, Jill, Evi, and Phil, and all you others. I know you're out there. We may have lost touch over the years, but I have never forgotten how you welcomed and embraced me and taught me about unfamiliar foods and customs. (I thought I'd never get used to eating pumpkin pie!)

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