(Posting this a day early as I have to work tomorrow)
Thirty three years ago, Mum and Dad packed all our belongings into tea chests, said goodbye to all our family and friends and we boarded a plane in England and headed to Australia. I think back then the flight was about 37 long hours.
I have a few memories of leaving England. I remember many of the family, my Uncles, Aunts and Grandparents. I remember having to leave behind two very large teddy bears due to the restrictions of what you could take out of the country (my cousin David had these). I remember during the flight, Dad taking me to the back of the plane and looking out of the window asking me if I could see the 'Indians'. I looked into the clouds to see if I could see the Indians' and their tee pees lol. Years later I realised I was meant to be looking down at the ground as we flew over India.
Mum knew one girl in Toowoomba, QLD (I think she went to school with her, Mum you can correct me) and that was all we knew in Australia. We settled in Toowoomba after staying with them for a few weeks.
Mum was twenty five, Dad was twenty seven, I was five and Tony was nearly three. Donna our first Aussie in the family joined us five and a half years later. I am still amazed that they left all they knew and all their family because they wanted us to live in the lucky country down under.
So glad they did. Although I miss being with all my family and it was hard growing up without any family around us, especially at Christmas and birthdays. We are so lucky with today's technology to be able stay in touch via the Internet and email so easily these days.
Happy 4th of July to all those who celebrate.