This photo captures my beautiful maternal Grandma and her son Stephen before they boarded a ship to England to live in Warrington, Lancashire, with my grandfather who was serving in the U.S. Air Force.
From the time she was a little girl growing up in rural Indiana, my grandmother knew she was going to England someday. Her grammar school teacher laughed when she claimed, “Someday, I’m going to see the queen of England!” Well, my grandmother got her wish during her three-year residency in the UK.
In addition to living in England, my grandparents lived all over the U.S. Grandma loved the transiency of military life and was glum when the 21-year stint was over and she once again resided in the Hoosier state long term.
I always loved listening to stories of England from my grandparents–especially the one about my Uncle Steve’s first words upon reentering the U.S. He was around 3 1/2 or 4 at the time when he said, “I don’t like these United States. It’s too hot here. I want to go back to England. I want an ice lolly, Mummy!” He had acquired an English accent from his British play pals.
My grandparents and my Uncle Steve passed away far too soon, but their stories have stuck with me, and I am afraid I’ve inherited their travel bug, too.
Until next time.
Happy Trails! 🙂