Dedicated to the exchange of cross-cultural tales of derring-do; Maintained by a recent ex-pat making her way in the South after 5 years on the Dutch polders.
50s Travel This picture shows my dad getting ready to board a boat destined for Europe. He's the one holding the baby, who is his neice Beth. (At first I thought it might be his little sister Judy, but according to my sister Judy was about 5 years old at the time this photo was taken.) It was the mid-to-late 50s and my dad was headed toward Germany. After a few weeks of travel, the boat arrived in Rotterdam (I think), at which point Dad still had to take the train to Backnang, where he volunteered for 2 years, helping to build homes and a church for Russian Mennonite refugees.
On December 14, 2005 I'll be coming home for Christmas on an airplane, which will be, needless to say, rather faster than taking the boat. I'm staying until January 9, 2006. I won't be doing much traveling myself during that time, but all are invited to come visit me at the Wyse Homestead! If my sister and my brother-in-law don't visit, I won't know what to do with myself. (Never fear, loyal readers, they will visit!) I hope that my neice and nephew-in-law can come too, although if those red-coated mounties won't budge for the infamous one plough woman, then aforementioned family members and I may have to take exception to my not-much-traveling rule and crash her Toronto pad.