Margaret Hamminga

M. Hamminga and I sat chatting for the first hour of the flight. She reminded me of the elderly lady who cares for the animals from Disney's, The Fox and the Hound. She was very joyful and happy to converse. When I first laid eyes on her, I noticed that she had pretty white leather loafers on. Now in her eightieth year, she could barely see, but she could still move around pretty well. It seemed that everything about her was pretty. We both slept about 7 hours out of the 9.5 hour long flight. When we woke to the loud stewardess' scrambling down the aisles, Margaret leaned over and handed me a small piece of scrap paper with her scribbled address on it, and in her thick Dutch accent, she said, "You are always welcome in the Nedderlands." I certainly felt welcomed. I responded with, "Margaret, don't be surprised if you see me at your doorstep in the near future."