Popping by to share more photos.
Piccadilly Circus, London. Call me old fashioned, but I prefer neon.
My dad grew up in western Pennsylvania. An avid reader, he pored over Washington Irving’s Sketchbook and dreamed he would one day go to England. He finally did as a 20-year old GI in the Air Force. The year was 1951, and Britain was trying to recover from WWII. Rationing was still on. In 1952, Queen Elizabeth II ascended to the throne. My dad was in London and saw the coronation parade. (Great collection of photos here.)
Years later, my dad got a job working for DODDS and our family moved to England. He spent 11 more years there. In 1977, we saw the Queen’s Silver Jubilee parade.
This trip was almost certainly his last trip to Old Blighty. The best part is that we were able to see some of our very good friends. We left London and headed for Norwich.
Meet Alex (in the brown skirt). Alex and her husband Phillip (recently deceased) have been friends since the mid 1970’s. Sadly, the other photo I have of Alex doesn’t look like Alex, so I shan’t post it.
We spent time with Alex wandering around Norwich’s market.
Mushy peas, anyone?
I’m told “Wincy” is brushed flannel.
Apparently a popular export item.
We visited the USAAF 2nd Air Division Memorial Library (of the 8th Air Force) at the Norwich Forum. During WWII, the east of England was dotted with airfields, many built to accommodate American aircraft. The library “…is a unique “living memorial” to nearly 7000 American airmen who were killed while stationed in East Anglia during World War Two.”
The librarian heard my American patter and invited me to sign the guest book. Other signers had been stationed at those airfields. I just (humbly) put “Former resident, RAF Lakenheath.”
FFTK* Jimmy Stewart was a USAAF colonel and pilot during WWII stationed in East Anglia. According to IMDB, one of his sergeants was Walter Matthau.
An all-too-brief afternoon in Norwich ends with a train ride to York via Peterborough. More on all that to follow.
*Fun Fact to Know
5 thoughts on “Old Blighty (Part Two)”
Your “Old Blighty” posts make me feel monstrously self-centered. You did this just for me, didn’t you? I love it all.
Did you go to Satis House?
Oh boy am I homesick for England! It sounds like you’re having fun. More, please.
“American crime … Apparently a popular export item.”
Indeed. cf. Iraq.