1958 on our way to the US. Our government paid. That had one disadvantage...........you were not free in choosing a place where you wanted to go to.
They sent us to Charlotte, North Carolina. We rent a house and my husband ( he died 1967 in Holland) got a job.
So far okay.
We met a couple that came from the North and we became good friends.
But boy, I got so homesick after a while. Realy sick. My friend from the North said we were on the wrong place. It was the mentality of the people, so different. She said also that if we had landed in the North I would not have had any trouble.
So , after 15 months my husband sent me home with our four children, hoping i would come back. But I could not.....honestly. It was an awful situation.
He went back to Holland as well. For years he has reproached me with his behaviour. I realized he was as unhappy as I was. Both for different reasons.
He died when he was 46 ( cancer) ( he was 8 years older than I was) and
I am glad that his last years we were again in good harmony.
Well....life is life as they say :-)
I said last week to one of my daughters: all the men I have loved, your father, your brother and recently Nico, have died. I live with memories.
She looked at me and said: but you've got still three loving daughters!
I embraced her and we laughed because my daughters and me are very close. We are a real team :-D