TRAVELLING TO THE USA IN 1966.
When I set sail on the SS United States ocean liner from Southampton on January 28th 1966 heading for New York, then Miami Florida by Greyhound bus.. then onto Key West, Florida……. It all seemed like a bit of a lark
Against my families wishes I had married an Englishman in July of 1965 – he had family in the States and wanted to spend two years there….something I agreed to.
As a foot loose and Fancy free, just out of art school, not quite 20 year old….why not?
Having travelled extensively around Europe I felt like a seasoned traveller. I was to live and learn.
To say that it was life changing is an understatement..
Hummingbirds, which I had yet to encounter in the States, will come with me on this part of the trip as I can’t find photographs taken during that period.
I didn’t feel as if I was saying goodbye to friends, family and all I knew because I would be returning no later than two years hence.
It happened to be one of the roughest North Atlantic crossings on record – and consequently, I and most of the rest of the passengers were very sick…..
I have never wanted to go on a cruise of any type since. I love boats, but need to be able to see the shore…:)
Having arrived in New York, and found our way to the Greyhound Bus Terminal…..on what was a very cold, snowy early February day….We began the next part of the journey. I continued to feel very sick….
Everything was so alien to me……and of course the vastness of it all. No little pubs and parks to pull into…it was all so big.
It was my first experience of racial disparity – something I found very difficult to deal with….and still do. As we drove through the Deep South….the Carolinas into Georgia the poverty and hardship was evident.
Upon arrival at Miami Greyhound Bus Station a very friendly Florida State Cop saw that we were out of our depth and asked if he could help. He then kept an eye on us until my husband’s Uncle arrived from Key West. It was a real act of kindness.
Then the drive from Miami to Key West.…what an eye opener that was. I loved the sub tropical colours that we were now seeing….and the balmy soft air.
It was my first experience of huge American cars, and Howard Johnson’s ice cream…..which came in a zillion different flavours. In post war England we were still only enjoying chocolate, vanilla and strawberry….
Then our arrival at my husband’s relatives home on the Key West Naval Base.…My first experience of pizza outside of Italy….and blessed sleep in a real bed………still feeling sick!
To be continued……
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